"Let me go!" Paul said, struggling pointlessly against the bonds that held him. The redheaded woman simply smiled, saying nothing.
"Seriously, let me go!" Paul complained again. "This isn't funny!"
"It's not a joke," the woman replied this time. "And I'll let you go...once you've earned your freedom."
"Earned my freedom, what are you talking about?" Paul said, still angry.
"You came here to our island as a guest, free of charge. You certainly weren't complaining about our hospitality...but you kicked an employee. That was certainly cruel of you."
"An employee?" Paul asked, completely bewildered. "What..you mean that donkey? Are..are you INSANE?" Paul muttered, adding a quiet, "You saw that?"
She smiled and nodded. "We see everything here on the island, Paul."
Paul suddenly became frightened, but at least the itching had stopped for the moment. "I...I'm sorry, okay?" he said, almost begging for mercy. "Let me go..I promise I won't EVER do anything like that again."
The woman laughed. "No, you're completely misreading this...here on the island, we know that cruelty has its place! What began to happen to you in the presence of our dancer only confirmed that you're EXACTLY the type we're looking for."
"The type you're looking for?" Paul asked, calming slightly...but the itching returned with a vengeance, spreading up his arms.
"A werewolf, Paul...you were destined to be this the moment you set foot here. It was only a matter of time," she said, smiling in an almost tender way at him. "Admittedly, we never expected you to present symptoms so quickly..not that we're complaining."
"A werewolf?" Paul asked, amazed at what this crazy bitch was saying. "Lady, you're nuts!"
"If I'm nuts," she said, her voice cold and hard, "Then how about you explain the fact your arms are sprouting fur?" She gestured to the mirror, letting him see that indeed, she told no lies.
"Holy..holy shit!" Paul gasped, seeing the dark fur on his arms in the reflection. Immediately, his heart raced, and fear gripped him. The fur retracted slightly. Not all the way, but slightly.
Paul's eyes were wide as he stared at his captor. "You said I could earn my freedom...how?"
"That's easy," she said with a smile, her demeanor now rather sultry. "You just have to shift. Once you've transformed, you'll be able to easily break those ropes. Then I'll take you downstairs, and you'll kill or infect any human in the club. You'll go free in the morning."
"You want me to FUCKING MURDER people?" Paul said, repulsed. He knew he could be a dick; he'd be a fool to pretend otherwise. But a monster? "No...No..." he said, beginning to panic. The fur retracted completely, and once again, he was just a man...a helpless man.
"Paul...honey, you need to calm down," the redhead said, keeping her eyes locked on him. Her voice was sultry, but her eyes were icy and cold. "You don't have a choice here, darlin'. You ARE gonna change, one way or the other tonight. You ARE gonna do our will. The only REAL question is this...is it going to be the fun way, or the hard way? It's your choice, Paul...but you'd better make up your mind quick."