"We met in here," Carmen tells me, as we both lounge back on a bed in a small white room with a single window overlooking a closed off hospital courtyard, with a generous pot of dying flowers, "We share this room. And we escape together."

"How did we meet in here?" I ask, unable to recall.

"I don't really know. But we're both 'Entranced'," Carmen chuckles.

"Huh? What does that mean? Is that a werewolf term?" I am so confused!

"No, Silvia. Anyone can get Entranced. Also known as 'Marked by the Devil', we fall into trances at random, looking for monsters, probably when sensing them nearby," Carmen points to her neck, "Talk about Marked. I remember pretty much everything now since that douche, Sloan, killed me."

"Douche is the wrong word," I scold, "Where the hell is that vampire now?"

"Well. Um. I don't know, but I ended up back here, like you, after you were... you know," Carmen nudges me, wanting details, but I don't want to talk about the club. That was too... sexually personal. I blush, and quickly change the subject before she prods any deeper.

"Will they let you out to go home to your family?" I ask instead.

"Our families put us in here when we go walking about," Carmen says, "Usually Vos erases your memory, hoping you don't reoffend."

"I didn't commit a crime though?"

"Having a lust for monsters of the night is pure fucking insanity," Carmen raises a brow, "We're labelled sick. Oh well." Her dry tone is funny as heck, she always had a way of making the worst things, seem normal in a comedic way. But, it was also the truth.

"I don't feel sick and I'm not looking for Onyx again," even as I say his name my tongue almost feels like sand paper. I'm so thirsty, "I need water, got any?"

"Not allowed, they want to deprive you first," Carmen shrugs, "Before they release you into their secret program for lunatics."

"C069," I'm scared about it.

"Yeah, that one. I'm glad I don't have to go –" Carmen starts to smile.

"Girls?" Khloe knocks at the unlocked door, and opens it to see our terrified silence, "Time to start the program. We'll be moving now. Let's go."

I stand up quickly, gulping.

"You too," Khloe snaps her fingers at Carmen, "Come on."

Khloe spins and struts off, expecting us to follow.

I turn to Carmen and she's wide eyed.

"I hate Lycans, werewolves naturally fear and avoid them, they don't need to rehabilitate me," Carmen whispers, flustered.

"You led Silvia to the Nightclub."

We both turn to see Doctor Vos suddenly waiting in the open door way, to help escort us out. He assesses Carmen, after eavesdropping on us, "I'm going to assess both of you through this safe program."

"The amount of times you have to say it's safe, is concerning," I tell Vos straight, "Tell me. You take my memories before I'm let out to go home? I don't agree with having my memory erased! How many times have we met?"

"It doesn't matter if I tell you, because you'll forget anyway once I clear you to go home – so don't ask silly questions. It's time to start the therapy," Vos clasps his hands together, "You can trust me."

"Can I ask another question first?" I inquire. He's patient and silent, which suggests I can, so I ask, "What are you curing me of? What's the diagnosis? What's wrong with me?"

"I overheard Carmen call it Entranced when she tried to explain it to you. That's not the medical term. And there is no real medical term. You're simply... more likely – to encounter a Lycan," Doctor Vos gulps, as he carefully plucks out his words, "It's complicated, but I'm trying to stop you getting hurt."

"By Lycans?" I ask.

"Yes, Lycans seem to be what you're solely attracted too," Vos affirms, "Any other questions?"

I shake my head.

In reality, I had a thousand and one more.

But I didn't trust him, and I wanted to appear calm.

The moment I was out of this fucking program, I could get out of this place.

First, I had to comply with Doctor Vos' will. One step at a time, and hopefully soon, I'd have my freedom back.

****

Midnight

Night bugs have scattered with the plonk of the unbreakable silver cage in this section of deep forest. It was shiny in the slither of the moon, but the clouds were also out – and it was hard to see when the moon was hiding.

Carmen is next to me, they decided to save on resources and make us share.

Just in case the cage was damaged – which is what I overheard.

I chose not to comment on that.

We were involuntary patients and we couldn't do anything but comply with their demands.

Doctor Vos and his team of doctors are far away by the road, watching from hidden cameras inside a protective military style van. Safely protected from Lycans.

Vampires were already formidable and that was their protection?

Carmen and I are focused on the forest surrounds.

The bait is set.

Not a slaughtered animal or fresh blood.

Us. We were the bait.

"Lycans hunting is different to Lycans in a sex club," Carmen sits down and wraps her arms around her knees, while I choose to stand, "I'm not looking forward to this."

"How do they know Lycans are even here?" I wonder, "It's such a random part of the forest –"

"Oh. You silly mortal, as a preciously gifted werewolf who can shift into a beast and run, I know these woods back to front," Carmen announced proudly, "And this area is on the Corridor to Die."

"Hmm, sounds scary."

"The deeper you go along the trail, the thicker it gets. At night, the darker it gets. At the centre, if you keep going, you'll see where Lycans cross over into hell. When they rise, from their duties, into our realm – they're hungry. They're not able to communicate. They're pure demon when they get out."

"What are their duties in hell?"

"How. The hell. Would I know?" Carmen gets her sass on, "Have you ever been to hell, silly mortal friend?"

"Stop pretending to be an entitled werewolf princess. You're so weird."

"Maybe I am a werewolf princess."

"According to Onyx, you're now a slave to the vampire that killed you."

"Well luckily I haven't seen him since he killed me, I just remember his name tag," Carmen says, irritated by the memory.

"Probably a good thing, then. How does your neck feel?"

"Haha," Carmen doesn't want to answer. I don't blame her.

We both go eerily silent at the same time.

And we wait.

The darkness does seem to be reaching out it's fingers toward us.

But there is no sound and no hair raising instinct letting me know danger watches in.

No one's here.

I don't need to say it out loud, I look down at Carmen and we share the same look.

"Girls."

Vos' voice crackles from a hidden speaker.

"Yes, doc?" I roll my eyes.

"If you feel comfortable, please remove your underwear and throw it out of the cage onto the grass. I know it's an odd request, but we need to get the scent out to draw them in."

"I have no panties," I try not to laugh about it.

"Fine, since this is boring as hell anyway," Carmen kicks out her legs and takes off her slip of a g-string.

She stretches her panties like a sling shot, and readies to fire them into the grass.

"WAIT," I hold out my hand to halt her, and she pauses, following my eyes to the innards of the forest.

A set of red eyes is looking in!

I see a sparkle of a dripping fang from a giant wolf mouth, standing on hind legs, before the monster slips away into the darkness, into a spot we can't see.

I narrow my eyes.

It can't be him.

Can it?

Onyx.

I don't say his name.

I grab Carmen's panties and stick my arm out of the cage, waving them like a snack.

"What the hell are you doing?" Carmen tries to tug me back so my arm is not protruding.

"No," I try to shoulder her off, "Onyx," I hiss, "Is that you? We need your help!"

"Help?!" Carmen wheezes, "Are you cr – never mind."

Carmen gives up on trying to remedy my decision. Instead she waits with me for a response.

I wait with my arm still out.

Panties offered freely.

"We've decided to terminate the therapy," Doctor Vos' harsh tone booms through the speaker.

He's not happy.

He told us under no circumstance to stick any limbs out of the cage – because we could have them ripped off. Lycans had ungodly speed, and your reaction time could not match them.

That's why I'm tempting the Lycan out.

I know it's him. I just feel it. There is also a small lick of lust dripping down the inside of my thigh, and I feel it's connected to his familiar presence.

"Onyx, please help, we're stuck in an asylum program! Against our will! They're coming for us!" I wonder if he'll care? At least we were acquainted, "...we can make a deal..." I suggest to the wind, "Another night with me, for free? Money? My..." I wait before I say it, to see if he'll approach with those offers. Nothing, "My virginity?" I offer next.

I wait, so tense, while Carmen holds her breath.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four –

Nothing.

Happens.

"Hurry up," Doctor Vos' voice filters over down wind, and Carmen and I hear crunching of the forest's foliage.

"ARGH!!"

One security guard's scream goes off high pitched, then fades quickly.

All the participants pause.

"Get back to the van!" Doctor Vos orders.

"LYCANS – here –!" another security officer screams.

I hear the sharp rustle and strike from a pack of them, surrounding and leaping onto the hospital team.

Carmen and I both try to see what's happening.

All we can see are dark shapes moving fast. Giants with their swiping claws – ripping into the innocent victims. Lightning fast, no mercy, totally ravenous for a meal.

Screams are not the terrifying part. It's the quick silence. And the slow creeping smell of iron filling the air.

I can hear the strikes of claws, turn to the munching from jaws. The sound of flesh being torn, and bones cracking.

Fuck.

Carmen and I have stepped into each other, shoulder to shoulder, hands intertwining together out of pure terror.

"Walk out." It's death itself.

Carmen and I both scream together as we spin to the Lycan standing on the other side of the cage.

Onyx is towering over the door – which had no locking mechanism. The silver is enough to stop him physically coming any closer.

Onyx has a ripped off arm in his clawed hand, and it still drips fresh blood. His own coat is relatively clean.

Carmen and I are too scared to move.

"One. Last. Time," Onyx snarls down at us, "Come out."

We both just stare up at him like zombified star struck idiots.

"No, no, no," Carmen whispers, as he uses the free arm he's stolen, to reach for the cage door. Dead fingers from a mortal security guard's hand, touch the silver, and Onyx uses it to swing open the cursed metal.

Considering what happened last time that I was a coward, I immediately stand in front of Carmen protectively – too aware of her silence and her uncontrollable tremors. She is recently traumatised, and this adrenaline rush would trigger the recent memories of being brutally murdered.

Before Onyx can make a decision to reach in and claw us out, I hold myself ram rod straight as I walk out confidently to face him, chin high. Very high, to meet his Lycan crimson eyes. This 8 foot monster drops the dead arm at his side, and watches me approach, small step by small step.

He's not very talkative tonight.

And I feel the professionalism is gone.

I had to be, very, very, careful.

But I'm thinking of Carmen.

As I hold his eye and drop to my knees, and then slowly bow my head toward his feet.

I lay my forehead over his pawed foot. When he does not kick me off, I speak to the ground.

"Thank you for saving us. How can I repay you?"

My throat is so dry, but I get the words out.

And yet, uncontrollably and at the same time, my pussy somehow leaks out a hot wet lust.

My breath is shaky.

My tongue is already licking between his toes. One. Two. Three. Four.

And then I'm suddenly pulling myself back, leaning back on my heels, flustered as I realise I lost complete control of myself into this damn horny trance. Just for a dangerous few seconds.

I screw my face up and spit onto the ground, wiping my mouth, terrified as I look up at Onyx, smirking handsomely.

How can a wolf head look so damn attractive?

"My brothers want to fuck your little wolf friend," Onyx tells me, "She is not virgin. A free meal."

Carmen eeps, and I look over my shoulder to see her being pulled out by a large black coated Lycan, pushing her into the waiting pack.

"No, please," I yell out, begging.

"It's okay!" Carmen calls out as Lycans go around her, blocking the view, "I'm okay, Silvia! I've done this before!"

Before?

My jaw drops.

I'm too shocked to move.

I turn back to Onyx, and I jerk but keep calm, as he's squatted to be more at my height.

Our eyes are level.

"You're mine," Onyx's voice caresses my soul.

"I'm alive," I say it on impulse, kind of shocked I'm not dead, since I have not paid for my protection tonight, and this is a random act of kindness from Onyx, or seems to be, "I-I'm alive?" I say it again, under my breath, "Thank you."

Onyx tilts his head.

"I'm taking you to hell," he says, curiously.

"Why?" I barely squeak this out.

Onyx now tilts his head the other way, watching my every expression twist and contort out of quick and growing anxiety.

And then he tells me straight, unafraid.

"To fuck you for the first time, Silvia."

He says my name.

I can't remember how to blink – as he takes my hand in his, and leads me away.

Down the Corridor to Die.