The semi-feral Tommy dragged Marcia into the laboratory, slamming her roughly against the wall of the office. "I ought to fucking kill you, bitch," he snarled at her, baring his elongated teeth at her, still spattered with bits of gore from his earlier meal.
"Tommy...I want to help you," Marcia said, feeling very afraid, hoping to reach the piece of humanity still in him.
"That's fucking funny....I don't recall asking for your help," he said, wrapping a hand around her throat, tilting her head upwards, so she was staring at the bright lights on the ceiling. He sniffed deeply at her neck, growling softly. "On the other hand....you smell nice...real fucking nice. I can smell your fear...it's rolling off of you, bitch. I don't HAVE to kill you though. I could give you the orgasm of the century, instead." He growled again, licking her neck slowly.
Tommy loosened his grip on her throat, and Marcia collapsed to the floor, falling to her knees. She was at eye-level with his member, which had begun to twitch and throb, rising to attention. Marcia looked up at him, and saw a faraway look in his eyes. His whole body had begun to tremble; Marcia realized he'd abandoned himself to the change. She only had a minute or so before she'd be in real danger of sharing Tommy's fate.
But then.....