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"Is that you again?"
The sixteen year old in her red cloak stayed turned as she kept picking some apples from a tree.
It was cloudy that day and the sun could be rarely seen.
The creature behind her wasn't confused at all. It knew what she meant by that.
The other one that visited her often over the past few years didn't have much time to spend it with her, so he sent a replacement in his stead to watch and ONLY watch her.
'Are you...Little Red Riding Hood?'
She chuckled, "Huh, I guess you're not him. And yes, I am."
The creature didn't have to ask who she was, it already knew. The creature watched her from the shadows as its sibling got to be with her all the time.
The creature envied its sibling.
"Is it okay...if I turn around? I want to know what you look like," she asked somewhat shyly.
The creature narrowed its eyes, 'No. I don't want you to know what I or the other looks like. Stay turned around.'
She sighed at his answer, "..Okay."
The creature stayed quiet and stared at her longingly. It wanted her, it needed her, it wanted to caress her...
And that's exactly what he did.
The creature turned into a half human male and advanced towards her with slow steps, so careful steps to not scare her off.
His hands snaked around her waist and pulled her close to his chest. The male nuzzled into the left side of her neck and inhaled her naturist scent.
"You smell so nice..." He mumbled lowly into her skin.
Little Red Riding Hood blushed, "Um, thank you?"
For a moment, the male held her like that, but he knew it was to come to an end soon.
He took an advantage he knew he wasn't going to get in quite some time...and might get him punished if his sibling caught her scent on him.
The male nibbled her neck to which she gasped at. He licked her neck wildly and bit it a few times to receive an reaction from her.
The dangerous Red Riding Hood wouldn't have allowed this, but for some strange reason...she let it happen.
A burning sensation went throughout her chest, the same happened for the boy, but on his arm. He didn't want to stop and neither, somewhat, did she.
The male's embrace tightened around Red's waist as she accidentally grinded into him, which made him growl.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-"
He cut her apology off by grinding against her this time to which she made a small moan.
Red wasn't going to falter easily, so she stopped her 'innocent' act and pushed away from the male.
After she had turned around, the male was far gone when she attempted to slash him with her knife.
"Who...who was he? And...why did that feel good?"
I slowly fluttered my eyes open to see I was somewhere dark.
Narrowing my eyes, I glanced around to see if I was in the safe. I didn't see any signs of life...
But I was wrong.
In a dark corner to the right, I saw someone with silky, black hair. It was a man and he wasn't moving.
Trying to get up, I couldn't because what I assumed were chains were held my hands above my head.
"Wait...Pieter! Wake up!" I yelled to the sleeping Piper.
Pieter stirred awake and I sighed in relief, "Accalia? Is that really you?"
"Yes! It's me! Do you know what happened? Who did this to us? Or where we are?"
Pieter didn't reply for awhile as he examined me in shock and his cheeks turned red.
"How about I ask you why are you looking like that?" He asked and looked away from me.
I tilted my head in confusion before looking down at myself. I was only in my black and red striped corset with my red cloak and black boots.
I frowned, "Tch, what the hell is this?! *Sigh* Pay it no mind."
He nervously looked back to me, "You're...a werewolf now."
I sighed again, "...I know. It was part of my Destination Moon. Even if Seth didn't brand me with it, this still would've happened."
He hummed in acknowledgement, "Yeah, it would've. By the way, this is a Torture Cave. Seth put me here when I helped you guys a few days ago."
"...I apologize for getting you involved, Pieter."
He chuckled, "Nah, that's my fault. I wanted to help you escape. It's the least I could do from my mistake."
I smiled at him, "Thanks."
A bright light came into the room from what I assumed was a door...
(Cliffhanger; ugh, I hate these. But, sadly, almost every author does them.)