Feral
Selena Moore
I was warned about meeting this man. My colleagues told me no one had seen him out of his mansion since he was released from prison. They told me he is a recluse. A dangerous, depraved man. A murderer.
They told me all about it. And still, I went, the allure of meeting him in person too much to ignore. I can't tell you what drew me to him in the first place. Perhaps it was his eyes. Those watchful, gun-metal eyes seemed to see right through my very soul. Or maybe it was his deep, raspy voice or the way he looked at me as if he wanted to devour me whole.
His dossier gave me all his background information, where he was from, his age, build, and political leanings. How he’s refused every doctor’s and physician’s advice to get a leg prosthetic. The jury convicted him of involuntary manslaughter for killing his best friend and fellow racer at the track. He now lives in a remote stretch of land, somewhere in the bayous of Louisiana. Alone.
But no one told me about the extent of burns under his clothes, or that his disability has turned him into a deeply depraved man, And I craved to learn more about the man who had shut himself off from the world the same day he was released from prison.
“He’s a monster,” the lady keeping the grocery store in the nearest town told me when I asked for directions on how to get to his house. “Best leave him alone, missy,” she warned me. “Good girls like you have no place with a man like him.”
And she was right. I had no place there. But then I met him, and he all but took my breath away, this wild, feral man who had defied all odds. With him, I finally felt like I belonged.
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