Tease Me With Rats? Taste the Same Hell You Made!

Synopsis

To pull a prank on me, Cynthia Blackwood, the cousin of Leonard Wolfe, the werewolf CEO, tore a gash in my haute couture gown. With a swift move, I slashed the hem and turned it into a daring deep V mini-skirt, which had everyone in the room staring in envy. Cynthia was so furious that her fangs were about to crack, already plotting her next chance to mess with me. Then, on the night of the blood pact engagement, she dumped an entire sack of flesh-eating rats right into my bathtub. I went pale with terror, and Cynthia barged in with a pack of spoiled rich kids, kicking the door open. "Joanna, finally caught you, you pathetic human. Bet you can't save yourself now." She turned to her crew. "Send over the betting money already. This chick's so scared of rats that she pissed herself." These rich kids stared at me with filthy eyes, watching as I hugged myself tight in the tub, desperate to cover up. "Damn, check out that stunning figure. No wonder Leonard's hell-bent on marrying a human." "Come on, rats, crawl up her legs. Then I'll get to see everything." I was trembling with anger, desperate for help. "Leonard, you're right outside, aren't you? Please come in and kick them out. I'm scared of rats." But the arrogant werewolf CEO standing outside the door let out a cold laugh. "Why are you yelling? Weren't you always showing off your charms in front of the rich crowd? Then why not give them a real show? "It's only a few rats. You're a human from the slums. Your place is full of rats, right? What are you being so dramatic for?" He was right. A few rats were nothing. So I grabbed my phone and called the black market. "Buy out every flesh-eating rat in New Evalon. Load them all onto a truck and deliver them to the estate. I want those two filthy lovers to eat them alive, right in front of me."