When the moon is full and you hear a howling from o’er the hills, you can be sure that Wolfman is awakened from his human day-state. Always the symbol for youthful nightlife- a man during the day, a wild beast at night- Wolfman found himself a Wolfwoman, and they joined together to make a bouncing baby Wolfboy.
     It took Wolfboy many years to become familiar enough with his unusual body and habits to exist comfortably in society. Eventually, he was able to make friends at the local playground, and never would he eat a human being. Not even when he was a wolf! He relied heavily on cats during the night, and squirrels during the day.
     One tragic night, the full moon illuminating the world through sparse clouds, Wolfboy decided to romp around in his favorite park. At this same time, Jeanette Tillman, a real estate broker with clammy hands, was also moving through the park. She spotted Wolfboy on the slide, and instantly decided she wanted a new pet to torture. The last kitty she had died so quickly she got almost no joy out of it. Almost.
     She stealthily strolled up to the slide, forcing a smile onto her hateful face.
     “Here, doggy! You’re a good doggy! Come here, doggy!” she said, trying to lure Wolfboy close to her. ‘She seems nice enough’ Wolfboy thought to himself. ‘I’ll give the old lady her kicks.’ He started acting like a dog, sticking out his tongue and panting dumbly. Quick as a viper, she smashed a large stick over Wolfboy’s head, rendering him unconscious.
     Jeanette dragged the poor boy to her home, which was a makeshift torture pit for small animals, complete with cages, cutting tools, syringes, tubes, poisons, and insects. Wolfboy, starting to regain consciousness as he was being dragged to his death, stirred about in a daze. Noticing this, Jeanette first punched him in the groin, then knocked him out again. Before losing consciousness, Wolfboy asked, “Why?”
     Jeanette, once home, put Wolfboy in a small cage, then went to sleep. She was more than eager to start the torture that night, but she had to show a property to a potential buyer in the morning, and needed to be at the top of her game. Plus, if she waited, the buildup would make the eventual beating all the more pleasurable. She knew that the entire time she would be showing the house tomorrow, all she would think about is how to start the torture: cutting or breaking.
     The next morning, after waking from her damp, infested mattress, she didn’t even go into the basement to check on Wolfboy. She went straight to work. The day was long, and often her thoughts drifted to torture, until eventually it was quitting time, and she sped home.
 Upon rushing down into the basement, she was shocked to find that her “dog” was gone. In its place sat a naked, scared little boy. Her eyes grew large, and they clouded with tears at the sight of this angelic child.
     ‘This is ten times better!’ she thought to herself.
     “Please, let me go.” the boy pleaded, in a most frightened and pathetic voice. Never did she expect to come home and find a sweet boy locked up in her basement. But there he was. And he must have let the dog loose. She would have to torture this boy extra good for stealing her dog. The anticipation of her pain-ritual was too much joy to bear, and tears streamed down her cheek.
     “I’ll teach you to steal my dog!” she said to him, pulling a straight razor from behind her back.
 

THE END