He had been down in the dank, dark cellar for a while now. She had visited every day, with food and a smile. The smile was greeted with a look of desperation, but she just laughed at his pleas of release, dismissing them with a knowing look and just one word - "Soon."
He knew what she meant, and it made his stomach wriggle with nerves and disgust. Why was she doing this to him? She would stay with him every night, sometimes falling asleep on the small sofa that she had conjured the first night he was thrown down here.
He often wondered if anyone was missing him, looking for him perhaps. Did she act just as worried as they did, pretend she hadn't a clue where he had got too?
"Why?" he had asked her, once he had woken up and realised what was happening. She had drugged him, taken his wand and dragged him down into the cellar of the disused old house that once had been full of life.
"You know why," she had just replied, giving him nothing more to go on. She knew what he was capable of; he couldn't control himself without his potion. But she had stopped him from drinking the semi-antidote to what he was to become, and left him with only dread.
After a while the sickening truth of what she was doing to him hit him square in the face. But he had no say in this, the chains holding him keeping him from having any power over either of their actions.
The last morning he was to be tied up she had arrived earlier then she usually did, with a glass of water and a plate of food. She placed it down next to him, knowing what she had brought him would never fill his increasing appetite. Kneeling down in front of him, she placed her hand against his cheek, and drew his face towards her.
His hair was messy and greasy, some of it obscuring his eyes, with which she moved with her other hand. Finally his eyes focused on hers, and he could see all the intentions she had in them, as if she had handed him a piece of paper with her future plans.
"Please..." he groaned his voice hoarse with lack of use of it.
"Shhh..." she whispered back, pressing her lips lightly against his. "It'll be all over soon," she assured him. Picking up the glass of water, she pushed it against his mouth and he gratefully received the water, relishing the feel of it trickling down his throat.
She stayed all afternoon, sitting on the sofa and staring at him. By this point he was too weak to fight his case to her, all he could do was just sit there and wish she'd have a change of heart. But she didn't.
As the sun dissolved away, and the moon steadily began to rise, she sat up straight.
"Get out," he gasped with all the strength he could muster, before the presence of the full moon began to make his body change. She shook her head and watched with tear stained eyes as the man she had held captive for the last two weeks turned slowly and painfully into the werewolf she had been waiting for. His last human words to her just made her laugh.
"I won't run." she replied, staring at the creature that had just broke free of the chains that had been holding it for only a few seconds. "Thank you," she whispered as it started towards her, ready for a proper meal.