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pounding away until he came close to climax, before moving to the next. She slid off one guy, pulling his condom with her as she went. He smirked. She pulled it out, dropped it on his belly
.
They all seemed exhausted, even though she was the one doing all the work. Strangely, she only felt more invigorated as the minutes passed. She was grinding in Robert’s lap when she noticed the number of cameras in the room, small black lenses all over—up high, down low, camouflaged, out in the open. She tried to get up, but Robert held her hips. By the noises he was making, she thought he was about to finish. But he ran ice cold, his body convulsing. She watched his long legs go rigid, veins creeping blue from the feet up. He was turning, and she knew at any moment he’d bite. A low croaking buzz caught her attention. She looked up, couldn’t believe her eyes.
Everyone
had transformed.
    The group surrounded her on all sides, jaws suddenly sprouting forward, jagged lower teeth jutting past swollen lips, bodies arched in pounce-posture. She knew she was dead, about to be mauled to death by monsters. She thought of lying back, of letting Robert fold her in his cold embrace and take the first bite, of watching the others swarm in for their cut.
Take me, you motherfuckers, and enjoy the taste.
But instinct kicked in.
Fuck ’em, see how bad they want it.
She smashed an elbow into Robert’s mouth, following with a head butt that obliterated his nose. Two of his teeth lodged in her elbow, but she wouldn’t know until later—
if there’d be a later.
She leapt up and kicked Clive’s balls into his stomach, then side-kicked him in the solar plexus. Monster or not, he dropped like a stone. A fat ugly stone, gasping for air. She followed with a savage heel to his cheek that destroyed his eye socket and drove bone splinters into his brain, finishing him. He lay twitching, bowels releasing all over the expensive rug.
Sorry, eye in the sky, you get what you pay for.
The last three didn’t stand a chance. She’d do them with her bare hands, her bare body, re-introduce them to the food chain and their link wouldn’t be on top.
    The voice chimed over the intercom again, but Scarla wasn’t listening, No one was.
Oh, dear. Please don’t damage the—oh dear!
Renault lunged at her, teeth bared, eyes wild. She caught his wrist, snapped it back, broke it to the side, then slammed his arm back the wrong way at the elbow until bloody bone jutted through the skin, then tore his shoulder from its socket as she flipped him over her back. He landed flat on the floor and shot right back up at her. She didn’t know if she was hallucinating, but his mouth seemed to open too wide, yawning back like some saw-toothed Pez Head from hell. She stomped his nose, careful not to lose a foot in his gaping maw, then used his face as a springboard to roundhouse kick the other two. They fell. Robert sprang up, ready to bite. She kicked his knee out and he crumbled. She side-kicked him in the face, then brought the same foot back fast and smashed him in the mouth. The teeth he had left flew into the fireplace. She bludgeoned the other two mercilessly about the face and head, raining down punches that left them stunned, then grabbed the first guy and broke his neck with one smooth twist. She reached for the other guy and he bit her wrist hard.
“Fuck!”
she howled, shoving his head back and ripping his adam’s apple from his throat with a white-knuckled grab. His throat gushed a red geyser. He fell flat.
    Her wrist sprayed like a punctured garden hose, dousing everything in sight. She grabbed a shirt off the floor and tied it tight, watching the white silk flush red. A quick fix, but she’d bleed out if she didn’t receive attention. Renault charged her, his maimed arm hanging useless, blood spilling from his smashed nose like a waterfall. She snatched a brass table lamp, flipped it base-up and swung like a home run hitter. It caught him on the temple, caving