No response

      

She tried not to make a sound as she entered the apartment but the door squeaked all the way.

Amora had planned this unexpected surprise for some days now and she was finally doing it. Her blood pumped so much it sent an adrenaline rush through her body. This was it!

In her right hand was the box wrapped in brown paper while her bag occupied her left hand. She got in and closed the door behind her.

 She was about to call out when she noticed the music blaring from upstairs. It would take a miracle for him to hear her like that. It was his birthday after all, if music fit enough to start a magnitude 5 earthquake was what he wanted then she'd be a good sport about it.

Moving up the stairs, she noticed some of his clothes sprawled out one by one. Trousers, belt, top, jacket, and just at the top of the landing, his boxers. Amora wasn't sure what to make of this even when she picked up the strange black bra not far from where she had seen his boxers.

It wasn't hers. That much was clear. And somehow, it was sweaty.

Amora walked into the room throwing caution to the wind only half expecting what she saw.

Her boyfriend was banging another woman and with the grin on his sleek face, he was enjoying it.

Amora watched as he slammed his dick continuously into the blonde woman who screamed and cursed in strange tongues.

Without thinking, Amora rushed to the spot where the sin was being committed and snatched a reasonable amount of blonde hair.

"Thieving bitch!" She snarled as she yanked the woman off her man.

She clawed and kicked in feeble attempts at getting free from Amora's grip. Her breasts bounced from side to side and Amora couldn't help but notice the size.

Amora held the package she had intended to be a romantic gift brandishing it like a weapon of war. With it, she was going to crush the skulls of the bitch and the cheating bastard.

Amora threw her to the floor like a rag doll but before she could launch her lethal attacks on the blonde bitch, Chris swiped her off the screaming woman.

"Don't touch me". She said in between pants as she pushed away from him.

He was sweaty and irritating and his dick was there almost touching her. She didn't want that filthy thing anywhere near her.

"Calm down Amora, this isn't what you think it is". He said trying to soothe her by gently placing a hand on her heaving chest but she slapped it away. 

The blonde had recovered and she charged at Amora but Chris was fast enough to shield her with his bare back. Watching two women go at each other especially when one of them was butt ass naked was quite a sight but it was also wrong especially if there was something he could do about it.

Amora bit Chris on the arm making him release him grip completely. His blood stained her mouth as she charged to the blonde woman who was now ready for her.

"Oh no you don't!". The blonde sneered. 

She let out her wolf, a white one, with grey eyes. It growled at Amora and she shrieked in fear going pale, stepped back, and then tumbled to the floor, unconscious.

"What did you do that for?". Chris hissed, hurrying over to look into Amora's unconscious face. "We're not allowed to let out our wolves just like that" He sighed.

"Calm down, I only scared her a bit, She'd be fine" She said searching for her clothes and putting on his shirt when she couldn't find them.

"What are you going to do with her now?" Chris asked. "She would be awake soon."

"Relax," She lit a cigarette and inhaled sharply letting it out a thick cloud of smoke. "She wouldn't even believe what she saw when she comes through."

"Fact still remains that she saw your wolf. She shouldn't have." 

He seemed to be paranoid about the whole thing that had just happened.

"We could take her to the underground auction". She grinned, letting out another gust of smoke. 

His eyes lit up when he realized that they could actually make some cash if they took her there, he smiled at her and she returned it. "They would pay well for her fresh blood."

"Well then, let's go." He picked up his clothes and began to get dressed while the blonde grabbed Amora's legs, dragging her out the door.

"I gotta admit, that was somehow fun to watch." Chris chuckled and followed her out of the room.

Amora woke up in a strange room feeling like her soul and her innards had been yanked or surgically removed from her. She felt light and empty all in one breath.

Her body felt damp. The ground was wet and a chill ran through her entire body making her shiver deep.

She tried to remember how she'd gotten in the room but nothing came into her mind to explain the strange occurrence. 

She remembered Chris and the blonde with tits. She remembered the fight and having the upper hand. She remembered being on top, the feeling of dominating. And then some white cloud-

Her body trembled as she feeling she had felt in that moment returned. The room stunk of piss and cessation.

"Anybody there!" Her voice came out louder than she had expected.

There was no response.

Amora tried to move, it was only then she noticed something restricting her movement. She was tied. Fuck!

"Help! Anybody?" She tried again. Nothing.

There was an overwhelming feeling of fear creeping up on her slowly but she managed to push it to the side. She was going to get out of here and make Chris pay. He and his blonde bitch.

"Hello. Anyone."