Pamela spoke softly as she told of her ordeal. Had she realized how unrealistic the story sounded, she would have shut up and not said anything, but that was only the first of her mistakes.
She was still in the hospital, recovering from her injuries. It had been three days before she could tell the story to the hospital psychologist. The police had questioned her and that is what led Pamela to the appointment with the psychologist, Doctor Mannix. She felt funny lying on the couch, just like in the movies, with the doctor sitting in a chair near her, typing away in his tablet as she told the story.
Pamela worked late that fateful night, having to finish up the inventory before she could go home. The owner walked her out to her car until she left. It was a half-hour drive home, almost midnight, and it started to rain within five minutes. It grew colder, so she turned the heater on as the windows began to fog up. The rain grew harder, the windshield wipers having a hard time keeping them clean. The road was dark, woods on both sides, no sidewalks, two lanes with the white line beginning to vanish in her headlights as the rain beat down hard. She couldn’t wait to get home and inside, out of the elements.
She barely saw it, just a dark shadow in the middle of the road, but it was big.
“SSSCCRRECHHHH!” The car locked up when she slammed on the breaks, hydroplaning on the water, Pamela turned the wheel from side to side to try to keep it in a straight line, but it was a losing battle. She felt the gravel beneath the wheels as it hit the soft shoulder of the road, finding traction, but it threw the car farther off the road as half of the car slid on the payment and the other side gripped the shoulder. The steering wheel was useless, Pamela prayed loudly as she lost all control of the car. It took only seconds as the car careened into the darkness of the woods. It went farther than she expected, cutting down small trees and slowing down in the thick, wet ground, but looming in front of her was the trunk of a blackened tree. The air bag blocked out her vision, but she heard the sound of shattering glass and bending metal as the car hit the tree.
She looked at her watch; ten minutes had passed since she hit the tree. She wiped the blood that poured from a gash in her forehead, but except for some other cuts and bruises, she seemed to have survived, but her car was not as fortunate. The window was smashed; the rain and wind blew in. She tried to open her door, having to turn sideways and kick on the door until it creaked open. All she wore was a trench coat, hoping that it would be warm enough as she got out. It was pitch black outside, the clouds covered the moon. She looked for the road, but she had travelled a long way before the car crashed, barely able to see it. She reached for her purse, pulling out her cell phone. It made her feel better when it lit up but that quickly went away when she saw no bars on it.
“Shit!” What am I going to do? Then, she heard it. It sent a chill up her spine.
“OOOOWWWWWWOOOO! OOOWWWWWOOO!”
It came from the woods. It sounded like a wild dog. It didn’t dawn on her the dangers of being in the woods at night until now. It had to be at least five miles back to any civilization and the rain grew heavier. She pulled her coat up around her neck and began to walk back toward the road. She had only taken a few steps when she saw a light, but it wasn’t coming from the road. It was in the woods. Could it be a house? The light started to move.
“Hello, anyone out there?” She waited a second. “I need help!”
The light moved again, as though it motioned her over to it. She looked at the darkened road and the light in the forest, making a snap decision to follow the light. It had to be someone out there.
It was hard to move through the woods, the ground soaked with water, pulling her shoe off one time. In spite of the raincoat, she was still getting wet; her hair soaked and plastered to her face, rain blinded her eyes as she moved toward the light. At least it stopped moving as she approached.
She was never so glad to see someone as she was now. He looked like some type of park ranger in a long, black raincoat with a rain hat pulled almost over his face, but she wished she had as much protection.
“I had an accident over there. Can you help me?”
He didn’t say a word, just turning around, shining the light on the ground so she could see where to step. She was grateful for anything, so she followed him. It was only a few minutes before she saw the flickering light of a fire, but it was coming out of a cave. She should’ve thought twice about going in, but she was cold and wet and even a cave looked inviting.
It felt so good to be in the cave, the rain off of her face, the fire burned brightly and made it warm. She looked over at him, but he still had his hat and raincoat on.
“Take off your wet things and get dry. It’s raining too hard to get out of here.” He finally spoke.
His voice was deep and gruff, but Pamela still felt safe. She took out a comb and tried to ring some of the water from her hairs, but it was soaked to her scalp. She was glad to get rid of the raincoat; it could barely keep her dry, the rain so torrential. She shivered in her sweater and skirt as she moved closer to the fire to feel the heat. She kicked off her drenched shoes, the floor rough dirt, but anything was better than her shoes.
He finally took off his raincoat and cap, hanging them on a rock as the water dripped to the ground beneath it. His eyes took in her body, young and ripe, full breasts with hard nipples that poked out beneath the sweater from the cold, her skirt short, wet, long legs beneath it.
“Thank you for saving me. I’m Pamela.” She looked at his uniform, matching shirt and pants, but there was no badge or emblem on them. “What are you doing out here?”
“I’m the big, bad wolf, and I come to eat you!” He stared at her, the stirrings in his body beginning. His cock grew hard, and each time it did, he would begin the transformation.
“Seriously, what are you doing out here?” She looked at him. He was handsome, though older than she was, but she couldn’t pin down his age. His eyes devoured her, black or dark blue eyes that stared at her and made her nervous.
“I’m going to eat you, and then, I’m going to fuck you as you never had been fucked before.” His voice began to growl.
She grew scared when she looked at him.