Struggling wildly, I had to admit to myself I'm caught. The sound of fabric tearing reinvigorated me. I looked down to see Joel's hand had grown claws and he was using them to shred my jeans. As the fabric fell off my legs I started to struggle anew.

For some reason Joel let me go and I stumbled away from him breathing heavy. Turning to face him I saw the mischievous gleam in his eye. I can't see his mind the way he sees mine, but I know that look; this is turning him on. He stalked me like prey, but I held my ground. I waited until he charged...