I had lived in the garden alone for years. I was not haunted or lost or poor. I just enjoyed living in the garden. I had a small cottage, one bedroom and another large room. It was just my cat, Jacques, and me. I had a few books I had scavenged and brought with me. The few times I ventured out of the garden, to shop and run errands, I saw people but rarely spoke. The garden fed me fairly well. I did shop at the butchers and stopped at the village store for a book now and again. I was content.
One night while I was sleeping, I heard a low growl coming from Jacques. He jumped up onto my bed with me and I could fell the tension emanating from his feline body. I knew we were not alone and I took a deep breath before I asked, "Who is there?"
I smelt his fetid breath before he responded so I knew he was standing quite close to me in the darkness. "I am Tetan, be quiet and I will not hurt you."
I felt his long fingers pulling the blanket down my body. My long flannel gown did nothing to keep the sudden chill that filled the room from making me shiver. His fingers then grabbed the hem of my gown, easing it up past my chalky calves and muscular thighs.
There was no point in screaming. There was no one about to help me. So I lay perfectly still, not knowing what was to come but accepting my fate.
Once he had eased the gown up to my hips, his long fingers grasped the thin cotton of my underpants and tore them from my body. Now I gasped as I felt the cold caressing my virgin cunt, my body never having been viewed or touched by another human since my sainted mother, God rest her soul, bathed me as a child.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, trembling.
"I am going to mate with you, human."