The old myth of the minator, this is a timeless legend of how a man angered posiden by not killing an animal he swore to and so Posiden punished him by making his wife become attracted to a bull. The bull raped her, and a baby was born half bull and half human this was the monsterous minatour. I am not here to tell that story, this is the story of someone I know, who comes not from ancient Athens, but from Alabama, her name is Molly Yoder. She is now laying at my side holding my hand as I write this, she is scared stiff of the sounds of wolves and you shall know why in a moment.
She began her yelling that day early in the morning, her captors had locked her in a small cage similar to a rabit hutch that would not be fitting to a large dog, never mind a fully grown human woman like Molly. They were backwoods people and proud of it, when they saw her running through the woods, away from her home she was easy sport. Molly yelpd and screamed as she stood on all fours and as she felt hot blood pouring down her legs stinging her body. The horrible birth had begun and she would have rather been dead then here, but this was not yet hell on earth. The family of bucktoothed and inbred men and women stood around her "good dog, nice dog, youll be okay soon." Molly knew better then to respond, she knew that it would only draw the attention of the dogs. She tried to remind herself she was human and special as the horrible pains started and she knew the only wat out of this was to push. She shook her head when they talked and tried to mimick the sounds made by dogs. If she spoke with her real human voice they hurt her, and made her scream out in pain. This was horrible, she wished she had never tried to return for that was why she was being punished.
Three years ago she had been twenty and had stood three steps from where the cage now was, she was stupid and impetulant at her age as many twenty year olds are, and as she spoke to him she knew the words were stinging. "I cant be with you Jake, you see I dont want to live like this, not like an animal." She had tried to be kind, but kindness was lost upon their ears and she lefft them to join the Amish community thirty miles away. For a short time it was a good life, she recalled the life as she hunkered down on all fours and pushed and tried not to scream knowing what punishment that would bring onto her. She looked through the cage at the wolves that were housed in a similar device that she was in. Now the horrible pains seemed to become too much for her and she wobbled and fell, hitting the sides of the cage brought the shocks of electricity. She screamed louder then she ever imagined then sat back on all fours. She felt the cold hands of her captors on her private parts feeling the inside of her for the child she bore. "Not quite yet little dog."
She had been called back a few months ago, she had gotten a letter saying her mother was dying and wished to see her once more before she perished. Molly left her husband still a few months pregnant only intending to be gone a few days. During her walk through the woods they befell her and attacked! The pain of loosing her first child to the wolves was nothing compared to this, Its bitting me, oh my god get it out of me! She yelled in her mind as the horrible pains struck one after another getting worse by the second, it really was what they had said it would have beem. She saw some of the trees in the distance move slightly as she looked around the little hillbilly camp for relief and aid. Nothing happened, it seemed as hours passed before the sadistic family went back inside, but Jake stood there watching her, every now and then he would shove his hands into her and then yank them out again. He showed her his hand and said "ITs bitting you on the inside, isnt it dog?"
All she could do was make the noises of a dog, shake her head or do something of that sort, then another seering pain had hit her. She thought she saw the ghost of her dead child looking at her throrugh the camp woods, the little girl sobbing for her mother. They had held her legs apart and let the animals kill her while she rested inside her mother. She sobbed and cried as the body thrashed back and forth snapping at her making life hell on earth for her. He made laughing sounds as the creature forced its way out, Then Jake stopped laughing, she looked up and saw blood streaming from his head where a large spike had been thrown at him, and he fell dead beside her. She looked ahead and now had something to focus on, their was something moving out of the thickets towards her, it was wearing something akin to homeade armor and it looked disgusting, it looked down at the dead body of Jake and reached our with a deformed hand to grabb him. It dragged him away from the cage back to the woods. The door to the small shack opened "Was that you dog?" Father walked out holding a large rifle looking around saying "Where you at Jake boy?" Then he looked past the woman on all fours giving birth in a small cage and saw his dead and mangled body.
He darted for the body and as he ran from one of the ruined and rusty orange cars at her side she saw the thing leap after him. He screamed and yelped as the creature sat about him with a butchers knife and a peice of wood chizzled into a spear. He looked over to Molly, she had to remind her self to speak, "Please dont kill me, just get this creature out of me, whatever it is its hurting my insides!' Then she yelled again begging God to end it all for her. Then the thing reached for the cage and used the key he took from the body of Father to open it up for her. She fell to her back for the first time in months and cried in staggering relief. It forced her flenching legs apart and reached inside of her, she yelled and cried, screamed and cursed. This was a curse and she knew it full well. This was no blessing from God like a real child, not like the one the family yanked out of her, and fed to the wolves, this was a monster. The thing had deformed hands that were small, but when he shoved them inside of her she screamed and thrashed none the less. It then came rushing out of her, he reached inside once the body was out and yanked the cord out with it. She gasped in relief and sobbed as the ordeal finally came to an end.
Molly remembered being woke up in a small old fashioned train coach from the 1890's on a deserted railroad track that night. It was where the creature had made his home. He spoke but in short halting phrases that made it hard to understand. "Captured mommy, they did me, and held her like they do you. I was the deformed result and then killed her they did. I saw them train the wolves from young hatch, they trained them to be obedient to humans. Then you leave and they trained them to obey another order. Five miles away is a town where nice man lives, he helped me and he can help you recover.'
She walked through the cold night, never stopping one minute until she reached the town of westerson and found my home. She was curlled up on the porch when I found her and Ajax was there as well. I assumed she nad been brought from the same family. It was not until a week latter, after I had cleaned her up and dressed her again that she told me of this horrific tale. It was the howling of the wolves tonight that had scared her and stirried my mind to write this. It was the family that aroused the wolves, then forced the poor helpless Molly Yoder down where the wolves set about her and raped her. I think poor reader you might have trouble accepting this tale as fact, however the ancient Romans used to reenact the birth and creation of the Minitour in the areana. They would get slave girls to be raped by bulls, and reenact the birthing. I am sorry to say that bearing a baby wolf to term has caused poor Molly to be infertile but that fact does not dull her spirits. She and I adopted a child and now have her to look after. Sleep well dear reader and hear no howling noises in your rest.
