Page 37 of Bad Girl
Stop it, I screamed to her.Not here. Not in my flat.
She paused.
Our jaw released him. We watched him flip onto his hands and knees, crying as he scrambled to his feet. He tripped but the hand on the doorframe steadied him.
“Someone call the police,” he screamed as he ran down the hall.“I need medical attention.”
Paws padded on the wooden floor.
Our head poked out of the doorway to see the door fly open.
“She bit m-my dick,” he screamed, flinging the front door open.
“Help. Help. Someone help me.”
His screams died down as he ran away from my apartment.
I stared at the open door.
The corridor outside was empty. A door clicked open further down—Mrs Patel from 4B, probably—then clicked shut again.
TALK, I barked.
I collapsed on the floor, writhing as my limbs burned, stretching. I was still gasping when the cold, grimy floor touched my bare skin.
This was not normal. One did not transform into animals.
Not in real life.
No. I’ve always been inside of you. That little niggling voice. The one you shut down, she cackled as I stood to close the door before anyone saw me naked.
I’m the Bad Girl.
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I stood in front of the mirror scrubbing my tongue with the toothbrush. I paused, about to rinse it again, but changed my mind and tossed it into the bathroom bin.
The mouthwash was next.
I gargled and rinsed several times.
Blood. I had tasted his dick blood.
I choked on the Corsodyl, spat it out, then took another swig straight from the bottle.
You’re overreacting. No one will believe him.
I glared at her in the mirror.
If you went to A&E and said my ex-girlfriend turned into a wolf and bit my ball off—they’d think you were on drugs. Or section you.
So, this is us for life?I asked.
Pretty much. You’re lucky that I like you.
She had to be my alter ego in wolf form.
I continued to gargle.
