The Big Bad Wolf
By SMYGO4EVA
She never found herself after the incident occurred. Lying in the brown and dead leaves, blood spilled onto her thighs as He…. the wolf…took her. Feral and shattered was his sanity, he wanted her for himself and he claimed her. He promised that he would return for her…cloying in the air like a heady drug. He kept that promise but in a way she returned his embrace and let him take what was hers. When he came, he leapt into her room and scared her, but she was calmer than that encounter in the park.
She shivered…. He was harsh, cruel, cold, commanding and brutal. Sleek as a panther, but not a feline. A canine with sharp teeth and growling incisors that chase and sought for oblivion within an object they take and destroy.
Yes, yes………slick and sweet were his caresses, rough with big glinting eyes of lavender, his dark body was foreboding and muscled. Savage in appearance, living up to his cursed reputation. Lust and temptation game with her, but she would never give herself to him willingly. He forced himself upon her!
Perfect personification of light, she was. Red hair, honey eyes and she wore the cloak of her innocence. She was the girl who waited until the right time, but he took the veil away…he stole her virtue.
Hysteria and despair wrought through her when he took her, kissing her in places she wished he didn't, but she did feel pleasure there…Wait, hold on a sec!
The wolf tempted and raped her! She shouldn't feel anything but pain! There is no pleasure in sexual assault! Never never never!!!! She shook her head of the thoughts of lust and remembrance of that night. It was a dream…. she barely remembered that night, but she reminisced Him.
The Big Bad Wolf, the wolf who did terrible things and he took what he claimed…. from Little Red Riding Hood, she was no more than his own. She waited and waited, but deep down, she didn't want him to come back. When he did come back, she wanted to tear her clothes off and let him take her….
So, she couldn't deny it…after the wolf raped her, she begun to feel lust for him.
Ironic, but interesting in a way. She was afraid, and she still feels fear within her, for his appearance is unmistakable.
So, who is afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
She is, but she will always love him, just as he loves her now.