Chapter Two

Over the next few days, Willow Snider watched the man whose cabin she was in with fear. She had finally escaped from the abusive man her father had sold her to. For nearly five years he had held prisioner, barely feeding or clothing her. Bathing had been done when he made her fetch water from the creek. She had managed to escape when he had passed out from drinking.

For nearly a week she had wondered the woods looking for shelter. She had just known that when he woke up he would've been in a bad mood and would have either rape her or kill her. How she had managed to stay a virgin, and alive, for this long, she didn't know.

In the past week, Willow had learned that the owner of this cabin was a man by the name of Isaiah Johnson. She had told him her name was Willow, but nothing else. In fact, she told him very little of her life and he seemed very content to leave it at that. It was as if he understood how important privacy about the past was. He too even seem to stray away from the subject. As time passed, she began to feel more and more at ease with him. Both of them began to laugh and smile more. But, after nearly a month, Isaiah started to seem a little tense.

One morning at breakfast, Isiah told Willow that he would be gone for most of the night. In fact, for the next week he would be out hunting by the full moon. He had strongly stressed one point: No matter what she heard outside, do not open the door until morning light. She had found this request odd, but did as she was told. A habit that she had learned while held prisioner. The first night, a strange howl came could be heard, and she knew that it wasn't the wind. That morning, Isaiah came home with fresh meat. He looked refreshed and almost younger. This continued for the week. And for several months to follow. Cursioty finally got the best of her and she had to ask.

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