Page 9 of Feral
A man to be reckoned with.
Venom dripped from his voice at my intimate questions and he seemed impatient to get rid of me, but then, he boldly propositioned me to stay so he could fuck me.
And when I refused, he warned me of the bayou’s lurking danger, supplying me with an umbrella before sending me on my way. He makes all my senses come alive and I can't help but wonder how his beard would feel if I were to reach out and touch him. Would he tell me off again, or would he catch my hand and press it against his cheek, craving more of the intimate caress?
Half the time, I don't even understand the words coming out of his sinful mouth, that's how strong his accent is. And I have to get away from him because I know that if I take him up on his offer, I’m going to get lost in his darkness and never find my way back.
So, instead, I try to distance myself from him.
Pulling out my phone from my purse again, I press the power button one more time.
Still dead.
Damn thing decided to bail on me just when I needed it the most.
How can he not even own a working phone, huh?
What kind of a Neanderthal is this man?
I start walking along the banks of the swamp and glance around at the thick, tall grass, the cattails and cypress trees, and the wide stretch of murky, stagnant waters. After walking a little more, I decide to stay put. I look around, but there are no side roads or houses that I can see, and slowly, the sweltering midday heat gives way to deep, crepuscular darkness.
Shadows become frightening creatures and as the rain starts to fall again I look for shelter in the nearby oak trees.
Thunder begins splitting the dark skies, and I take a moment to look up at a blood-red moon hiding behind the clouds.
It would be an alluring scene under any other circumstances.
Not tonight.
Tonight I feel threatened and exposed to the elements. After a while, it’s so damn dark, I feel like evil is lurking at my next step and I wonder if the wise thing to do would have been to take him up on his offer. The thick night air is laden with chirping sounds, croaking, howling, and other, unrecognizable noises that send shivers down my spine. The rain lets up a few minutes later and I decide to walk just a little further along the river bank in search of some kind of tree stump or fallen log to sit on, and it's then that I hear it;
a sudden, splashing sound coming from near my feet. Panicking, I walk further away from the water's edge in a rush but my foot gets trapped in the dense foliage and I fall into the murky waters. Screaming wildly, I struggle to fight the unseen monster. Arms and legs flailing, I grasp the exposed roots of a nearby tree for leverage and slowly claw my way back to the land of the living.
Whew! That was close.
Now wet, sticky, and dirty from head to toe, I count my blessings and thank God I didn’t go further into this disgusting, crocodile-ridden wetland.
God!
Cursing my decision to ever set foot in this place, I decide to cut my losses and do the very thing I promised myself I wouldn’t do.
Take the Neanderthal up on his damn offer.
If I had that monstrous beast of a man in front of me right now, I'd probably beat him with all my might, amputee or not.
Chapter 6
Jacob
An ungodly shriek pierces the nocturnal sounds of the Bayou and I know without a shadow of a doubt, that’s her.
She’s in trouble, or even worse.
She's hurt.
Damn that woman.
Coming here to find me, stirring more than just my cock, she thought she'd come looking to dig up the past and get away with it.
