What the fuck is wrong with me?
How could I be this stupid?
Figuring out the answers to that is going to have to wait because I really need to find some way out of this mess.
“Let me go, Andrew,” I rasp, my voice rough from where his hand is still wrapped around my throat. He’s squeezing hard enough to make breathing a struggle without risking making me pass out.
Yet.
He laughs, the sound cruel and taunting. “No, I don’t think I will. I’m enjoying watching you realize that you never had a choice in your life. You never have and you never will.”
He reaches down and starts patting my thighs. He moves his hands up to my jacket before I have time to freak out about what he’s doing. Eventually, he pulls my phone out of my pocket and tosses it onto the couch. “You won’t need that where you’re going.”
Andrew has his entire body pressed against me, pinning me to the wall and making escape difficult. I struggle against him, anyway, desperate to get myself free and away from him. But I can’t think clearly enough to figure out how to do that.
After sighing at my admittedly weak struggles, Andrew uses his grip on my throat to slam my head against the wall. He repeats the motion over and over until I’m seeing stars.
As pain splinters through my skull, the world starts spinning, and I have the urge to throw up. It’d serve Andrew right if I puked all over his fancy navy suit.
My eyes are also refusing to focus, so the world is blurry. I’m pretty sure I have another concussion, thanks to my psycho ex-fiancé bashing my skull against the wall.
“Not so brave, are you now, birdie?” he taunts. “I’m growing tired of these games. You’ll never be a worthy opponent, so it’s time for you to go to sleep. Who knows? Maybe by the time you wake up, you’ll already be pregnant with my heir.”
I don’t even have the energy to struggle at that horrific notion as less and less oxygen reaches my brain. The world starts to go black around the edges, and consciousness begins to slip away, no matter how hard I try to cling to it.
When I’m weakened to the point of almost passing out, my creature surges up. She’s able to take control in my damaged and addled state to force a shift. Normally, I have her on a tight leash so she can’t force anything, but I’m too weak for that right now.
Not that I’d try to stop her.
I’d like to say that if I were less concussed, I would’ve thought of shifting to overpower Andrew sooner, but who knows.
Regardless, I’m thankful she kept her wits about her when I very clearly didn’t.
I expect us to shift into some sort of bird and hightail it out of my apartment. While Andrew would still be a problem, at least I’d live to fight another day.
She has a different idea, apparently, and shifts us into a massive green anaconda. The anaconda form is as wide as Andrew’s torso and probably close to thirty feet long, if the coils bunched around where my feet used to be are any indication.
Once she shifts, I see the world in confusing fragments and moments of time. It feels like one moment I’m standing there, and the next I’m peering through slitted pupils as I watch my creature deal with Andrew, feeling like a spectator in my own body.
My creature is in complete control of our body as she rises up to reach the ceiling, hissing at a terrified Andrew. She showcases her massive fangs, dripping with a bitter liquid that I’m pretty sure real anacondas don’t produce.
After shaking himself out of his shock, he starts backing away from my giant snake form. I mean, I don’t blame him. I, too, would run the fuck away from a white tiger shifter that turned into a massive anaconda out of the blue.
Too bad for him, my creature is much quicker than he is. After lifting her lips into a terrifying snakey smile, she darts toward him, lightning fast. He has no chance to react before she wraps around him, completely immobilizing him.
Her coils encase him from his feet to chest, and she still has enough length to lift her head up and tower over him, hissing menacingly.
It brings me a sick sense of enjoyment seeing the complete and utter terror on Andrew’s face, and the way he’s turning an interesting shade of purple as she tightens around him with each of his exhales.
The world goes black for a beat. Then my vision returns just in time to watch her tail punch through Andrew’s chest. When her tail breaks through the front of his torso, his heart is skewered onto the end of one of the barbs.
Andrew’s mouth opens on a silent scream as his heart is ripped out of his chest. Blood dribbles out of his mouth and down his chin as the light leaves his blue eyes I once thought were so handsome.
Blood splatters everywhere, spotting her dark green scales and face with bright crimson liquid. My apartment falls victim to the bloody spray, but I don’t have time to mourn the ruined furniture, rug, and walls right now.
Rather than dropping his heart, my creature lifts her tail to her mouth and chomps down on the bloody organ. I would probably throw up from the sheer grossness of having a human heart in my mouth if I were in control of our body.
But I’m not.
