His rejected curvy secret
Every muscle in him tensed at once, his back arching off the ground as a strangled sound tore from his throat.
“Hold him!” someone shouted from nearby.
“I’ve got him,” I snapped, tightening my grip as he began to convulse.
But even as I said it, I knew this was not something I could control.
His skin shifted beneath my hands, the surface tightening unnaturally as something moved beneath it.
Then it broke through.
Black veins burst across his skin, spreading rapidly in jagged patterns that pulsed with a dark, unnatural energy.