Zara the dropped off slave
The humid air hung heavy as the overseer, a whip lashing in his hand, dragged Zara, a young slave woman, deep into the forbidden woods. Fear lent speed to his cruel pursuit, for Zara was to be disposed of, a silent witness to a transgression he dared not name. He reached the edge of a clearing, a monstrous cabin looming before him. With a grunt, he cast Zara aside like a discarded doll, her eyes wide with terror as she landed at the feet of the creature inhabiting the porch – a hulking werewolf, nine feet tall and nine hundred pounds of black fur, watching her with an unsettling intensity. The slave owner fled, leaving Zara utterly alone, paralyzed by fear, unable to even whisper a plea for mercy.
About Zara the dropped off slave
The humid air hung heavy as the overseer, a whip lashing in his hand, dragged Zara, a young slave woman, deep into the forbidden woods. Fear lent speed to his cruel pursuit, for Zara was to be disposed of, a silent witness to a transgression he dared not name. He reached the edge of a clearing, a monstrous cabin looming before him. With a grunt,...Read more