A massive steel door separated him from the rest of the world. Dr. Flora Harvey peered into the small window once again, looking fondly upon the man. They had found him just weeks before in the jungle. He had been living there for at least a decade among the animals. The find was completely accidental and though they considered it a rescue, his erratic behavior landed him in a holding cell for further analysis.
He was a fascinating man; he still retained a small amount of broken English from his youth. Although he didn't use it often (he usually spoke in grunts and hand gestures), he understood for the most part when people spoke to him. Dr. Harvey was one of his psychologists. She had spent the last few months studying the primitive man and now she was almost blushing as she waited by the steel door. She was contemplating. She peered through the small window again, watching him breathe, his naturally toned muscles rippling with every breath. A decade in the wild had turned him into a beast. As he sat on the bed, she could tell that he was lonely. The only human contact he had received in the last few months was conversations with her and her fellow doctors. He stood up and looked at the door.
Flora gasped and hid herself quickly. The loincloth made her cringe with delight. It was the one thing he refused that they take away from him in the apprehension. Efforts to make him wear actual clothes always ended in bouts of violence.
She held her breath, cursing herself for thinking her thoughts. Every day following every interview, she was drenched between her legs with thoughts of him. She wanted him in every way. She could only imagine how he would touch her; how his animal instincts would take her where she longed to go. She had been in love before, she had made love before, but this had nothing to do with such silly things; this was pure lust.
For weeks she had fantasized about this moment. She would masturbate to it every night, clinging to the sheets and she came and bucked her hips wildly as her pussy begged for him. His cock. She shivered as she imagined its size, its texture. She blushed again, sinking to the floor. It was too much for her. She stumbled to her feet and began to walk away, but she only made it a few steps before she stopped. She had waited there all night for this moment. It had taken her weeks, wasted nights, and several lonely orgasms to work her courage to this point. Her heart began pounding like a drum and she turned around.
Fiddling with her keys, she finally found the right one, rammed it into the keyhole, and pulled the door open. He looked at her with complete and utter confusion as she stepped inside. She closed the door behind her quietly, sweating as she stood in his intimidating presence. She wondered if he understood why she was there. She was probably scaring him.
His room was empty except for a bed with a single sheet and a potted plant that gave him a vague feeling of home. She stepped toward him and he cocked his head in confusion.
"Doctor?" he asked her. She removed her glasses and placed them carefully into her pocket.
"I'm not supposed to be here," she told him. He understood, but he didn't still didn't comprehend the situation. She reached his towering, muscular body and just stood in one place, staring up at him.
"Tests?" he asked her.
