The Wild Man
Living on his own since he was a small boy, he raised himself. When I found him, it wasn't the experience I expected. He wasn't what I expected. A savage, more animal than man. Pure instinct was how he survived. With his hand wrapped around my throat, he said only one word. "Mine." Then he took me to his tree hut and wouldn't let me go. He kept me naked and tied me to him with a rope. He was an anchor around me while I slept. He fed me by hand and forced me to bathe him. Those are the tamer things he did. The others were much mo