Exton

Jean-Marc gets in the backseat of his car with the blonde girl he has offered a ride to. One of his pets is acting as driver and will also dispose of the girl in the trunk. The blonde is chattering about school and who was suppose to show up at the bar to pick her up. But when she says something about an upcoming wet t-shirt contest at the Tavern, Jean-Marc starts to pay attention.

“Whats this about a contest? And where was that at again?”

The girl digs in her purse for the flyer. “The bartender was handing them out to everyone complaining that he wouldnt make any tips that night because it sounded like everyone wanted to see the contest. Here it is, did you want to see it?”

Jean-Marc takes the flyer and reads it, his mind spinning plans and grinning evilly. “Yes, thank you. Can I keep this? It may help me with some plans that I am making...”

“Sure, you can take it. I can always get another one.” and as she lowers her head to close her purse, Jean-Marc takes the syringe from his pocket and drives the needle into the girls bare thigh, her skirt having ridden up when she got into the car. The drugs hit her fast and she doesnt utter a word before slumping over in the seat. Jean-Marc lays her down on the back seat and begins to fondle her breasts. Lifting her shirt, he lowers his head and bites her. He laughs, enjoying the sight of his teethmarks on her breasts.

“Drive through the woods here before we return home. We can leave off the one in the trunk and take this one home for awhile. Not that she looks like she will last very long either. I dont know why but my friends seem to scare these girls to death....” and Jean-Marc laughs. And soon, if all goes well I will take that bitch away from the gargoyle and introduce her to my friends. She wont be so high class or noble after a few days in my basement.

The driver stops in a remote spot and lifts the girl from the trunk. She is tossed carelessly on the side of the road, obviously beaten, her face swollen and eyes blackened. Jean-Marc is unsure if this one is still alive and doesnt care. His mind is busy with plans and anticipating his revenge. He feels the stirring of excitement at the thought of Alise groveling at his feet “Hurry home. I think I may have need of your unique services, my pet. We can use this one for practice. Soon we will have the real one to torment and break, and wont that be fun?”


The four shifters come upon the body while they are in human form. The scent is familiar and disturbing. The girl looks like a broken toy, forgotten and neglected. They all four jump when she moves her hand.

“Shit, dude, did you see that? Got your phone? Call for help.”

One assumes his wolf form and leaves, trying to track the scent as far as he can. The others stay with the girl and wait for help to arrive....