The Beast Within Her

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A reclusive woman who seems perfect in every way with a destructive need.

Submitted: January 14, 2012

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The Beast Within

The woman was a farmer, with tanned skin, sun bleached brown hair, hazel coloured eyes and a strong body. He stood no chance. The moment he laid eyes on her he was a goner, as were so many other men before him. Her irresistible charm had bewitched so many men that she had lost count already. She was an enigma, to those around her, like some kind of magical being she seem perfect and the thought of being loved by her become their primary goal. Her grace was infallible, her speech eloquent and smooth, her intelligence unparalleled by anyone in this small town. He would see all these things and he would fall, like all the others. Through the years I have watched most of them fall for her, some fall further than others, some can simply maintain an admirance for her, albeit one that will be nearly impossible to forget. I have seen them come and go like the waves of the ocean, but once they make the decision, once they see for themselves who she really is, they never come back. One would think all these men bother her, one would think that she is tired of all the attention, the pleading looks and intrusions into her life. That might be true, no one knows for sure. She has said that all she wants to do is work with her sheep alongside her faithful dogs. Unfortunately she often has to work alongside puppy-dog eyed men.

She keeps to herself, adding to her enigma quality no doubt, she has no true friends here and no others that we know of. She may be tired of men by now, but she will never be able to stop herself from making them run her gauntlet. She starts by giving him a shy smile, next she’ll greet him in passing and he will start placing himself in everyplace where he might meet her again. She knows he’ll do this, they always do. Then she’ll engage him in a friendly chat a couple of times, he’ll invite her out and she’ll say no. He will be left to sweat for a while, but she’ll come back and ask him to come to her house. When he arrives she’ll be ready for the kill. She’ll make him believe that she loves him and only him. For a week he’ll float on a cloud of bliss because he is loved by her, right where she wants him. After a while he’ll begin to wonder why he’s not hearing anything fro her and he’ll go to her for answers, “I need some time alone.” She’ll say. He’ll leave, but he won’t be able to stay away for long. She knows exactly when he’ll come back and once again she’ll be ready. Together, they will be happy for a while, until she starts changing. She’ll try, weakly, to avoid him again; she’ll tell him that he’s not treating him well enough. He will break himself trying to make her happy, but all she’ll do in return is cry and say that he’s killing her. The cruel psychological war she will initiate on him will be brutal, but she plays it so skillfully so that he can only blame himself. Eventually it will all come to a point where, sobbing, she’ll ask him to leave. And he will because he believes that he is to blame. When she has closed the door in face she’ll wear a smile, reveling in her conquest.

He might come back, as they sometimes do, but he won’t stay for long as her assault will be quick and merciless. People may think that she is perfect, but she has one weakness and that is to destroy a man. There is an awful need inside her to torture, trample and kill a human heart without any compassion. Some recover from her, but there are those who never recover because she destroyed their very souls. As long as men are drawn to her she’ll wage her war of destruction on them. So she’ll carry on working her farm with her dogs by her side, she’ll shear her sheep and look to the horizon where a cloud of dust signals the arrival of a visitor to the town. The beast within her will howl and she’ll smile because she knows exactly what’s going to happen next.

The End


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