"Lie down," Sienna ordered.
Isaac did as told without hesitation, his eyes fixed on her, and she walked to him with a rope, avoiding his gaze. She secured his wrists to the bed frame tightly to prevent him from destroying things later. Herself included.
Then she waited.
It came as expected. Within minutes, the transformation began: the slow creep of those beastly and hungry features covering his face, the redness seeping into his clear eyes, the veins rising against his skin like cracks. He thrashed violently against the restraints, his body arching off the bed, and for a moment, Sienna hesitated.
Her feelings had interfered with her professionalism; she had asked herself if she really wanted to hug an engaged man in her underwear, but she pushed it down; she told herself she was only acting as a doctor here.
