I looked at Arnold cowering before me. I had to resist the urge to spit at him with contempt. He looked so weak just huddling there in an almost fedal position.
Then I suddenly I lost control. I walked up to him, and in a brief instant remembered my wish from earlier, "I wish Arnold would get bitten later tonight."
It was later now...It was time.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder as he screamed.
He was like me now, and nothing he did could change that.
I let him up, and he began wimpering. He made a pathetic atempt to flee, but I stopped him before he got 2 feet.
"Don't resist you moron." I growled at him. "It will all be better soon."
That's when it happened...