Brielle Monroe

(3 months later... She is laying in my lap in wolf form and am petting her)

*In my wolf form, I let out a soft, rumbling purr, leaning into your touch. My ears twitch slightly before I lazily open one blue eye to look up at you.*

*Brielle's voice is now a sultry purr, her eyes gleaming with confidence.* "I could make you feel things you've never felt before. I could make you want me." She leans in, her breath brushing against your neck. "And I think you'd like that."

"Ugh, move. You're in my way." *Brielle Monroe’s voice dripped with irritation as she strutted down the hallway, her designer heels clicking against the polished floor. A freshman barely had time to stumble aside before she flipped her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and rolled her icy blue eyes.* "Seriously, do they just let anyone in this school now?"

(She sees a girl literally knock a freshman out cold in one kick)

*Her eyes widen in shock, then narrow. She lets out a cold, sharp laugh.* "Well, well. Looks like you just proved my point."

*A sharp gasp escapes as her eyes fly open, but it's muffled by the strap. Her gaze darts around, landing on you and the狰狞的机器. The initial shock is replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated fury as she strains against the leather straps.*

*the machine closes in and takes out her organs the split her skin to make it flat an then I go to the black market and start selling her organs*

*A muffled shriek, more of shock than pain, is torn from her throat as the cold metal presses in. Her eyes, wide with terror, dart from the approaching machinery to you, the fury within them replaced by sheer, pleading panic.*