Zoey's blood burned hot within. A part of her mind screamed to pull back. It was the part that remembered Shelly giving her food while in the cage. Another part of her mind remembered that she had a life, going to classes, dating, clubbing and that this woman was responsible.
And she was still hungry, and her wound hurt.
Shelly didn't have time to yell. Zoey clamped down on her throat with her jaw and tore at her with claws. The blood and flesh spilled down Zoey's throat, and it... was.. wonderful.
And Shelly's spasming leg kicked the door. It swung open and bounced closed. Zoey didn't notice, nor did she care. As she fed, the automated process began. A minute later, light flashed, and they vanished.