Her hands were wrapped around his throat, her lips twisted into a sadistic grin as she began to try and force the air out of his lungs, force his eyes to roll, force him to scream like a monster, the monster that was buried deep inside her head. The glass coffee table was broken with him underneath it, her body on his torso, almost giggling at the sight of him, her friend, aching to breathe as she applied more pressure.
She didn’t expect this sudden change in her while the two were talking. She thought she had it all controlled, but it wasn’t. The evil side of her was growing stronger, and she loved seeing the blood, almost acting in a manner of the Black Dragon, but much more gruesome. Her eyes were bloodshot red, teeth slowly shifting into sharp knives when in dragon form, Mouth open wide, she clamped down on his arm.
“You taste delicious,” she growled beautifully, her voice totally different. This wasn’t the sweet girl, it wasn’t her at all. Pinching the skin and muscle, she swallowed it down whole, leaning her head back as she went for another bite.