A Forest's Cry

"Come," his claws beckoning me toward him no longer felt like a threat. These were the claws that held me. I could forget the fear and pain I knew at first. He was warmth to me now.

"Will you still eat me?"

"You are too thin to eat," his ethereal voice lowered. His skull gravitated to my bare core as if drawn like a magnet. His dripping tongue curled out and I knew he could smell my excitement. "But I can still have this. Let me help you."

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Homelessness had her imprisoned in an endless struggle of simply surviving. But when the forest's spirit keeps her as prey, survival hardly stays as a concern when surrendering her entire being seems so much sweeter.

⚠️This story contains themes that may be unsuitable or uncomfortable for some readers (I.e. explicit sexual themes, violence, and language). Reader discretion is advised.⚠️