"Hold it right there, boy!" Two voices called out in unison. They
belonged to twins with raven-black hair, highlighted with light brown
streaks. They were dressed in matching black vinyl bodysuits. The pair
stalked to the double doors, blocking what was presumably Paul's only
exit.
"Stay!" snarled one of them, her upper lip curling in a growl as she
said it.
"I..I just want to leave," Paul said, taking a couple steps closer. He
was beginning to panic. He could smell the dancer behind him getting
closer...how the hell could he SMELL her? No, no, no...this couldn't
be happening.
"STAY!" snarled the woman again.
"Look, I..I don't feel well," Paul said, figuring there was no better
way to explain his lack of desire to turn into a dog. Still, the
woman's sharper tone of voice seemed to force him to halt.
"Nobody leaves here on two legs," said the other twin, a mocking tone
in her voice. "NOBODY."
"I just...I just.." Paul began, but now he felt a hand on the back of
his leg. He turned his head to see the first dancer smiling up at him.
"You know you want it. You know you want to be a good boy, don't you?"
She cooed at him, her voice dripping with a seductive quality, and her
golden eyes gave unspoken promises of undeniable pleasure.
"And believe me, you don't want to take your chances with us," the
second twin said. "We're hungry.."