Intolerable Acts Drawings Novels & Stories

The lab was very quiet for a moment. I moved to the far wall because standing still in a room that smelled the way this one smelled while processing what Kaelen was reading was not something my body wanted to do. The drawings stopped me. Crude, scratched directly into the stone rather than carved with any skill, but specific. Bodies in various states that I was going to file in the category of things I had seen and would deal with the feelings about later. Wolves. Figures with something flowing out of them that the artist had rendered as light, though whether they had intended it to look hopeful or terrible was genuinely unclear.

And the first thing that caught my eye? The drawings. The first one was dark. Black scribbles, angry strokes all across the canvas like someone tried to scratch their pain into it. In the middle, a small girl drawn in thin red lines stood alone, facing a locked door. She had no eyes. Just emptiness on her face. The second was a mess of words, written over each other—"HELP," "ENOUGH," "WHY," "PLEASE"—scattered across a shape of a woman curled up, her back to the world.

Looking at the large stack of dirty design drawings in her arms, he said icily, "If you continue throwing a tantrum, I’ll destroy all your design drawings!" Tina’s eyes widened in horror. ‘Only a devil like Samuel will do such a cruel thing!’ She held the design drawings even more tightly. "Don't touch my design drawings. Otherwise, I’ll fight against you to the end!" Samuel snorted coldly, "Then you'd better listen to me!" Tina didn't dare to struggle, her tears rolling down uncontrollably. She sobbed, "You are a devil! I hate you!" Samuel sneered, "Do you only have these words to scold me?"

"Emma, sometimes it's easier to show feelings than talk about them. Can you draw me a picture of how you feel?" Emma picked up the crayons and started drawing. She worked intently for twenty minutes while Dr. Chen and I sat quietly. When she finished, she pushed the paper across the table. Dr. Chen looked at it. Her face went pale. I leaned over to see. The drawing showed a small figure—clearly a child—locked inside a cage made of black bars. Outside the cage, two large figures faced each other. One had sharp teeth and claws. The other had wild hair and angry eyes. Both were drawn in dark, violent colors.

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

I pull it out immediately and grab it in my hand to jerk off with almost punishing force because this is getting to serious creep level. My fantasies are getting sicker and sicker and if Kingsley ever saw this, I'm sure he would sue me. And he would be well within his rights. But I can't not do it. I need it or I'm going to explode, even though my whole body is hot with shame and mortification, I really need it. It's the only thing keeping me sane lately. My wolf partially comes out when he realizes the drawing is ready and we both work together to create a perfect image in our heads to go with my drawing.