It was dark inside the wolf, not to mention it was difficult to breath too.
The whole situation for the girl with the white hood felt so surreal to her that she simply took her time blinking in confusion as she stared into the abyss where not one ounce of light was permitted. But since it was warm and dark, the little confused girl almost went to sleep. Until she remembered the wolf's large mouth opening up and forcing her down his throat.
She was simply too tired to even scream so she sat in the damp belly of the wolf as she slowly felt herself being submerged into a warm pool that smelled of death and rot. The liquid burned her skin and slowly peeled off the skin of the little girl, but she kept quiet as tears ran down her face.
Then, a single ray of light burst from behind the girl and she was carried out into the open along with the liquid that was killing her.
She coughed and spluttered, and yelled in pain as the light once again entered her delicate eyes. Then, when she opened them again, she saw red. Vibrant and beautiful, yet diabolical red that covered her small hands that were covering her eyes that were shielding her from the brightness. Then she noticed herself drenched in the same color along with her dear grandmother who was lying on the wooden floor.
Her beautiful white hood was now crimson and it was slowly dripping with the dead beast's fluids.
It took some time for her to register the fact that a large burly man was shaking her shoulders, but the little girl was mute. She didn't say anything and she couldn't feel anything. The images in front of her simply fashed multiples of times, but never did it bring her consciousness back to its surface.
It returned when her grandmother opened her eyes. It was then when the little girl, still dazed and drenched with red, truly cried. She bawled as her clear tears mixed with the stained red on her cheeks as she hugged her grandmother tightly. She cried and cried and cried.
She cried harder when her grandmother passed away. Being longer inside the beast's stomach had done a great deal of harm to the girl's grandmother and she couldn't withstand the illness and passed away.
Nobody saw the girl again and her family too. Some said that the beast came back from the river, spitting out all the rocks from its belly and hunted them down, but those with rationale knew that they moved away from the stories that were being gossiped among the townspeople.
Some cursed the mother who sent her child in such a dangerous place, alone in the woods. Perhaps the mother was an evil person and sent her daughter to such a place, hoping that there would be less mouth to feed.
Some spoke bad things about the child with the red hood, saying that a demon possessed her after she went into the beast's belly. After all, the child was a broken mess after the incident that she no longer looked like a child. More like a soulless scarecrow that roamed the lands of the living as it is unable to reach heaven or drop to hell.
But the story of the red hooded girl continued on through the woodsman as he lumbered here and there, telling the story of the girl who he pitied. The story continued and was passed down by tongue, and before humanity knew it, it became a simple story for children.
This is no story for children, and definitely not a story for any person. What happened to the little girl with the once white hood was a tragedy, but the most tragic thing of all to the woodsman was that he never knew the little girl's name.