Hello! My name is Hadlee Rain. I'm thirty(something), average(ish) weight, vertically challenged, and work as a pest control specialist. (Sounds like a great dating profile description, am I right?) What I'm about to tell you is top secret. It goes in the vault, buried in a Doomsday bunker, and then tucked away in the molten core of a volcano. Like, I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you secret. Except, I am going to tell you, but I'm not going to kill you. And I don't know anyone with a vault. Or a Doomsday bunker. And I don't really fancy a trek into an active volcano. Anyway, I think you get the point. This day I'm going to tell you about is the day I made a name for myself... Otherwise known as the worst day of my life. And, if you knew my history, you'd know that's really saying something.
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This particular story deals with issues such as mental health, self-harm, and trauma.
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Jenna ends up on the run, with little to her name.
Many townspeople blamed her for the vicious murder of Henry. Rumors spread that she had gone savage, returning to the olden days of devouring her prey.
Dinner?
Jenna had a deep hunger. One so devouring and feverish that nothing could contain it. Until She met Henry. His sweet naivety filled Jenna with joy. At least that was what he thought.
Lover?
The little town of Jameston, didn't approve of this
intermingling of species. It was unnatural! A rooster and a fox? That was like playing with fire. Everyone soon feared a devouring would happen.
Lover...and Dinner...?
Who says A fox in the hen house is all that bad?