I closed my eyes and drifted there... to the place where she was a white wolf awaiting her captor... Like two eyes on a wall, I saw her inside a cell, pacing back and forth, with the only source to the world outside a barred window. Her mane was as white as the snow outside. Her home inches from her, yet the cold concrete of gray told of another story. She was imprisoned by the most unlikely specimen... There on the wall across my shadow's face, crawled a black cockroach with antannaes spread. Baiting. What an ugly, wet thing this creature was. Making its way across the cold ground and onto the beautiful fur of wolf woman, I cried out to warn her, but it went unheard. Before my eyes, this white wolf morphed into a woman as light as day. With hair like white fire cascading across her porcelain skin, she knelt on all fours awaiting to be taken. And this hideous insect, her captor, mounted her from behind, a man. His beauty was deceptive to no end. With thick black curls, a wild mane that framed his dark features, he pushed himself deeper into her like a virus... spreading his power across the frame of her fragility. This white wolf, quiet she remained, with eyes tightly shut. Where had she lost her voice? Outside, with the moon... as full and luminous as each curve her body took... fell prey to this specimen. Back and forth in this ravaging, they morphed. From animal to human, from insect to flesh. Taking her ruthlessly, with a gaze that bent... all the while, the walls were screaming, "how could a wolf like you become his prey?" Rich gifts prove unkind, when the maker's mark in kindness does not bind. |
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