Lady of the Beasts
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,450
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Redemption
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Chapter Nine:
Redemption
Christine walked around in the streets, pondering something. When she reached the corner, she looked at the zoo which was now closed for the night. Christine smiled a bit but then frowned. She then went back to the house, and began searching through things such as papers and photos.
She and Max were good friends, from years of growing up with him. But she was longing for something more it seems. It was a sadness that could not be filled. She sat around as the time went by. She was waiting until she heard the sharp shriek of rubber burning on asphalt. She ran outside in alarm.
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Christine was sobbing uncontrollably. Max was on the floor, shot and killed, blood pouring out of his mouth and stomach. He was shot and carjacked. The police tried their best to comfort Christine.
¡§Are you his wife?¡¨
¡§No¡KI live with him.¡¨
¡§Did you see who did this?¡¨
¡§Of course not, I wouldn¡¦t fucking know!¡¨ Christine cursed, with her hands over her eyes, tears pouring out of her eyes.
¡§Please wait at the house,¡¨ the policeman said. Christine nodded and went back inside the house.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Next morning, Christine paced around in sadness and in worry. She felt like a sharp knife had been used to tear her heart. She had nowhere to go now for she had no job, and no one to love because Max was gone¡Kand dead. She could use the money from his account to plan a funeral. Max¡¦s friends¡Xthe ones who listened to her poetry¡Xheard about the carjacking and was quite upset. But Christine didn¡¦t trust any of them.
With quick thinking, she pulled out some paper and a pen and began to write.
Dear Friends, Colleagues, Students and Teachers,
I am not pleased to tell you the bad news of Max¡¦s murder. The police are on the case and I will assure you, his executioner will be found and tried, and probably put to death for this injustice. However, if you decide to plan a funeral and/or a trial, I shall not be with you. Do not say, this is for selfish reasons, but I assure you, it is not selfish¡X nor is it absurd.
I was raised in the wild, in the forest at the edge of the city as some of you may know. Almost 10 to 15 years of abuse, homelessness and vagabondism had left me sick and weak and I refused to thrive (failure to thrive). But, I say, with a broken heart, in light of Max¡¦s departure from this world, that I must return to the place I was raised. I must free myself completely.
My lupine sisters and brothers are passed away, and their children are leading the pack. My surrogate mothers¡Xƒ½ƒßƒßƒÞƒãƒäƒßƒÞƒÕ and ƒÃƒÛƒéƒÜƒÙƒ×ƒØƒä, and my father, ƒÂƒÑƒäƒÙƒß(whose names are Moonstone and Skylight and Ratio in human language), raised me, then I was snatched away from my home and brought this world. I was forced to become a prostitute for an X number of weeks, but then sold off to this guy who abused and mistreated me. After finding the courage to run away from him, I spent 3 years on the street, selling my body for scraps of meat and food. Max brought me in, taught me, tamed me and turned me human. And now, I thank him.
*Tear drop stains the page*
My duty does not belong to the humans in this city, nor does it belong to you people. I was abandoned from my own parents, apparently, and though I was taught that I wasn¡¦t a lupine, I did grow up with them. I am much as an animal as the rest of them .My duty belongs to my sisters and brothers who need me at this peril moment in time, where everyone is hunting wolves for fashion and fur.
I leave behind everything.
LOVE,
Christine
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With her speed, Christine kicked of her heels and ran barefoot in the streets. She took off the expensive jewelry and tossed them aside, and tore off extra clothing that was only for style. She let down her hair that was in a great design. She ran, nonstop, to the zoo. She entered without pay, jumping the turnstile. The security guards chased her for jumping the turnstile, but Christine did not care.
Without any regard for rules now, Christine tackled the zookeeper and smashed his face against the pavement. She snatched his keys and frantically tried to release the wolf in the cage.
When she found the key, she opened the door and beckoned to Celeste. The security guards and¡Xnow arriving¡Xthe police, began to surround around the zoo. Christine tore off her earrings she still had in her ears and shed more of her clothes until she was in skimpy undergarments.
Reverting back to running on all fours, she pushed foreword, trying to recall how she used to run with the pack. Celeste ran ahead of her as they escaped the zoo. They ran through the streets without looking back. Though normally, Christine would be conscious if she was naked, she couldn¡¦t care less anymore.
She skidded through the streets and continued running. She slowed down for a breath.
After taking many minutes rest, she started up again, dashing through the alleyways until she reached the fence barrier that blocked the forest from the city. She pushed her nails through the dirt and began digging it up until she could slip through the opening. Celeste followed her.
She dashed back into the forest without looking back.
She didn¡¦t need to.
She didn¡¦t want to.
Chapter Nine:
Redemption
Christine walked around in the streets, pondering something. When she reached the corner, she looked at the zoo which was now closed for the night. Christine smiled a bit but then frowned. She then went back to the house, and began searching through things such as papers and photos.
She and Max were good friends, from years of growing up with him. But she was longing for something more it seems. It was a sadness that could not be filled. She sat around as the time went by. She was waiting until she heard the sharp shriek of rubber burning on asphalt. She ran outside in alarm.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Christine was sobbing uncontrollably. Max was on the floor, shot and killed, blood pouring out of his mouth and stomach. He was shot and carjacked. The police tried their best to comfort Christine.
¡§Are you his wife?¡¨
¡§No¡KI live with him.¡¨
¡§Did you see who did this?¡¨
¡§Of course not, I wouldn¡¦t fucking know!¡¨ Christine cursed, with her hands over her eyes, tears pouring out of her eyes.
¡§Please wait at the house,¡¨ the policeman said. Christine nodded and went back inside the house.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Next morning, Christine paced around in sadness and in worry. She felt like a sharp knife had been used to tear her heart. She had nowhere to go now for she had no job, and no one to love because Max was gone¡Kand dead. She could use the money from his account to plan a funeral. Max¡¦s friends¡Xthe ones who listened to her poetry¡Xheard about the carjacking and was quite upset. But Christine didn¡¦t trust any of them.
With quick thinking, she pulled out some paper and a pen and began to write.
Dear Friends, Colleagues, Students and Teachers,
I am not pleased to tell you the bad news of Max¡¦s murder. The police are on the case and I will assure you, his executioner will be found and tried, and probably put to death for this injustice. However, if you decide to plan a funeral and/or a trial, I shall not be with you. Do not say, this is for selfish reasons, but I assure you, it is not selfish¡X nor is it absurd.
I was raised in the wild, in the forest at the edge of the city as some of you may know. Almost 10 to 15 years of abuse, homelessness and vagabondism had left me sick and weak and I refused to thrive (failure to thrive). But, I say, with a broken heart, in light of Max¡¦s departure from this world, that I must return to the place I was raised. I must free myself completely.
My lupine sisters and brothers are passed away, and their children are leading the pack. My surrogate mothers¡Xƒ½ƒßƒßƒÞƒãƒäƒßƒÞƒÕ and ƒÃƒÛƒéƒÜƒÙƒ×ƒØƒä, and my father, ƒÂƒÑƒäƒÙƒß(whose names are Moonstone and Skylight and Ratio in human language), raised me, then I was snatched away from my home and brought this world. I was forced to become a prostitute for an X number of weeks, but then sold off to this guy who abused and mistreated me. After finding the courage to run away from him, I spent 3 years on the street, selling my body for scraps of meat and food. Max brought me in, taught me, tamed me and turned me human. And now, I thank him.
*Tear drop stains the page*
My duty does not belong to the humans in this city, nor does it belong to you people. I was abandoned from my own parents, apparently, and though I was taught that I wasn¡¦t a lupine, I did grow up with them. I am much as an animal as the rest of them .My duty belongs to my sisters and brothers who need me at this peril moment in time, where everyone is hunting wolves for fashion and fur.
I leave behind everything.
LOVE,
Christine
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With her speed, Christine kicked of her heels and ran barefoot in the streets. She took off the expensive jewelry and tossed them aside, and tore off extra clothing that was only for style. She let down her hair that was in a great design. She ran, nonstop, to the zoo. She entered without pay, jumping the turnstile. The security guards chased her for jumping the turnstile, but Christine did not care.
Without any regard for rules now, Christine tackled the zookeeper and smashed his face against the pavement. She snatched his keys and frantically tried to release the wolf in the cage.
When she found the key, she opened the door and beckoned to Celeste. The security guards and¡Xnow arriving¡Xthe police, began to surround around the zoo. Christine tore off her earrings she still had in her ears and shed more of her clothes until she was in skimpy undergarments.
Reverting back to running on all fours, she pushed foreword, trying to recall how she used to run with the pack. Celeste ran ahead of her as they escaped the zoo. They ran through the streets without looking back. Though normally, Christine would be conscious if she was naked, she couldn¡¦t care less anymore.
She skidded through the streets and continued running. She slowed down for a breath.
After taking many minutes rest, she started up again, dashing through the alleyways until she reached the fence barrier that blocked the forest from the city. She pushed her nails through the dirt and began digging it up until she could slip through the opening. Celeste followed her.
She dashed back into the forest without looking back.
She didn¡¦t need to.
She didn¡¦t want to.