How to Have Sex Like a Monster

How to Have Sex Like a Monster

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I found out I was a monster just days after my 21st birthday. I was a college student, and my parents set out from Ravenwood, the small town they lived in, to celebrate my birthday. They never made it to my frat house because only 2 kilometers into their journey from Ravenwood, a truck ran over their car and killed them. They were transported to the town morgue, and the sheriff called me to come and take care of their funeral because I had no other living relatives.

I got home and then everything happened like I was in a trance or a bad dream. After my parents were consigned to the earth, the sheriff drove me in his car to the police station and motioned for me to sit in the uncomfortable chair in front of his desk.

He sighed heavily, as if he wanted to avoid speaking, but finally he rested both hands on the desk and said in a harsh voice, “Liam Carter, you have to leave town today!”

It’s true that I was already 21, but deep down I was still a poor kid intimidated by those older than me and even more so by the authorities.

“Well yeah,” I stammered helplessly, “of course I’m going back to college, but I wish I could stay for a few days to get some things straightened out with my parents’ house.”

The sheriff’s voice became harsher.

“I think you misunderstand me! You are to leave Ravenwood within the next hour. And you’re not going back to college, you’re going to the woods on the outskirts of town, because that’s where you’re going to live from now on.”

I was completely stunned and looked at the sheriff for a long time, as if I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I finally came to my senses loud enough to respond.

“But this can’t be! I have an exam in a week and I still haven’t studied anything yet.”

The sheriff was a tough man in his 50s and I was downright freaked out when he pounded his fist on the table and yelled at me, “You will do as I say! And remember, the only exams you’ll be taking from now on will be out there in the woods. And they’ll be very harsh exams.”

I didn’t understand anything that was happening to me and you could probably see it on my face, but the sheriff wasn’t going to enlighten me so I asked, “I don’t understand any of this. Why should I leave the city and live in the forest from now on?”

The sheriff seemed to calm down and answered me, although he avoided making eye contact.

“You have to live in the forest because you’re a monster and monsters live there!”

What do you mean I was a monster? What kind of statement was that? True, I may not have been the prettiest boy in college, but no one had called me a monster yet. Not even my girlfriend, who sometimes commented on my looks.

“What do you mean I’m a monster?” I asked the sheriff for clarification, and he said nothing but pointed to a large mirror that was mounted on the wall just outside the office.

It was probably there for him to check his outfit before going out on patrol, so I stood up awkwardly and looked in the mirror. To say that I froze would have been an understatement because from the mirror stared back at me a hairy-looking apparition with fiery eyebrows and a protruding snout. A real monster. For a moment, I thought I was the hero of a ‘hidden camera’ tv show, but I moved my hands and eyebrows a few times and convinced myself that the apparition in the mirror was me. I’d seen many horror movies in my life where seemingly normal people suddenly turned into zombies or monsters, but I didn’t think that could happen in real life.

“What’s that?” I asked, and even my voice sounded guttural, as befitting my new appearance.

The sheriff pointed to the chair I just got up from and after I sat down, he said, “I’ll explain, but please don’t interrupt and don’t look at me.”

I remembered the burning eyes that had looked at me from the mirror only a few moments ago, so I sat up and looked down at his hands, avoiding his eyes. Truth be told, I wouldn’t have been comfortable with such a gaze in my eyes either.

“The story is an old one, and I kept hoping it wasn’t true, but just an urban legend like others. At least in your case.”

He rested his hands on the table and continued, “It all started with your grandfather on your paternal line, Logan Carter, who was a very mean and violent man. He was always in trouble with the law and spent much of his life in prison. His unpopularity in town drove him to spend most of his time hunting in the surrounding woods. He was a sex maniac, and where he met a woman, he raped her. On one of these trips of his, he met a young nun and, of course, he raped her. He strangled her and buried her, only to be seen by a boy who ran to the monastery to tell what he saw.”

He sighed heavily then continued, “This seems to have been the straw that broke the camel’s back because the townsfolk hunted him like a beast he was and when he was caught, they hanged him. And that wasn’t enough because the abbot of the monastery cursed him and his kindred to the third generation. The last ones who should have suffered the effects of the curse should have turned into a monster who lived only for sex.”

He plucked up his courage and looked me in the eye, then continued, “If you want to get rid of the curse, you’ll have to have sex with three women every day for a thousand days, and then you’ll return to a normal human appearance.”

I started to laugh and my laughter echoed mournfully in the sheriff’s room.

“How am I supposed to have sex with three women a day looking like this when, even when I was a pretty boy, I could barely find a girl to sleep with me? And monster or not, I am not anything like my grandfather because I wouldn’t be able to rape any woman.”

“You won’t have to rape anyone because all women will be attracted to you no matter how ugly you’ve gotten and they won’t be able to fight their instinctual need to have sex with you. That, in a way, is part of the curse, so after I send you out in the woods, I’m moving my wife and daughters to her parents in Alabama lest you accidentally meet them. You’ll keep transforming, getting bigger and stronger, immune to bullets and blunt weapons, but you still don’t want to piss off the townsfolk because if you piss them off too much, they might eventually find a way to kill you. You’d be better off doing your business over the mountain where those tourist resorts are.”

He stood up and said decisively, “Let’s go!