Stalking you, downwind, having crossed your path by chance walking through the forest. Not knowing any words to describe the urge that overwhelms me now as I catch your scent. Unblinking eyes locked onto you, breathing slowly, not making a sound, waiting impatiently for the moment to come.

Foraging for berries and roots, why are you alone? Maybe an outcast, or just prone to wander. Turning suddenly at the sound of my feet rustling through the underbrush, close enough to grab already, a shout muffled by my hand, fearful and surprised now.

Your body barely covered, still thousands of years before somebody grows and harvests cotton, builds a loom and sews such things as panties and Levi's. Feisty, struggling without hope as I pry your legs apart, completely bared now, never touched by a razor. Pinning down your body, pushing inside, unbothered by your impotent thrashing about, there's no number you could call.

Exhausted, out of breath, then out of nowhere an urge to give in. Your protests not so spirited anymore. You feel a subtle tingling, prompting you to relax and move your hips until the tingling becomes more intense with every thrust and the feeling starts to surge throughout your entire body. Then your hips bucking underneath me, but it's not an attempt to break free now. The only decision you had left in your power to make was the decision to submit.

Alone again now, but not unchanged. Still no Instagram account, no Bachelor's degree, no office job filling in Excel spreadsheets knowing in your bones that you were made for something else. Alone again, but now carrying a wild man's seed.

You wouldn't even have a name.