Little Red Riding Hood
BY SMYGO4EVA
The auburn haired beauty hides her face from the world of terror, deceived by its natural magnificence and abundance. Her red cloak is noticeable by the color of blood stained upon itself, the dark awakening of womanhood by means of the menstrual cycle, thus resulting in her blossoming to become a woman. She wanders the forest, unaware of prying eyes of the hungry wolf who waits to ravage her of her very purity.
The very creature embodying that of a lover, a seducer or a predator who has twisted fantasies in his mind, is the same wolf who hunts her down. He waits, and waits, and waits until he sees her with his inhumane eyes, darkening with oily lust and possession. When the time was right, the wolf approached her and the girl only stares at him naively, oblivious to his internal urges to take her then and there. He couldn't. He had to lure her into his snare first.
He circled her gaze and caught her lips with his, his body dark by his cape and he held her close, arms around her waist and lacing her on the ground, teeth glistening in the white suffusion of moonlight. He growls at her frightened gaze, trembling in his false embrace before he let his long tongue out to lick her neck. She fruitlessly pushes him away since his grip was too strong. He licks his lips in delight as sadistic pleasure rose from his knees to his beating heart. He tore her cloak away, the only item protecting the girl from having her innocence stolen, and pounced on her.
They have become one that night, and amid the brown leaves of autumn lay Little Red Riding Hood, crimson rubies spilling on her legs where she felt the wolf's essence fill her and make her his forever. She lies there, shaking and in fear as the wolf caresses her frame, his smile curling itself into her core. He caught her, and Little Red Riding Hood was no more.