Elsewhere on the outskirts of the town, abominations and ungodly transgressions against man and God were taking place. The Beast upon returning to its home took his trophy and hung it from the rafters next to the other four corpses that he had claimed as prizes from his previous night’s work over the past two months. For what purpose was he planning was unknown, perhaps even to himself. A seemingly normal man, he had been a trapper for many years, working his way through the wilderness, working in his “barbaric” occupation as it was view by most in civilized society, until he ventured into a northern region he wasn’t familiar with, he found himself lost, something that was not common for a man of his profession, when he came across a bright meadow clearing bathing in the moonlight, a young maiden, couldn’t have been more than 16 years of age, a mere child, not wanting to reveal the predicament that he was in he eased his way towards the girl. Her sudden movement, turning back with piercing eyes as if boring holes into the mans soul, he stops dead in his tracks gazing at the beauty that lay before him, such as he had only heard of in drunken bar room tales. “Sir, your strong frame frightens and excites
Chapter Three End….