TheScarletHood
You probably know my story - at least you think you do. You heard about a girl skipping like an airhead through the forest, getting sweet talked by the "big bad" wolf, and even believing the cross-dressing fiend was her grandmother. Good lord, what trash.
The premise isn't that far off, though. My name is Scarlet, which is why my grandmother made me this hooded cape in the first place. I was intercepted by the wolf on the way to my grandmother's house. But it wasn't just once.
The first time we met, I ran. And the second, the third... But eventually I felt brave enough to stand my ground. He walked up to me with a smile... asked what made me so brave. He said he liked me. He showed me his world, the hidden paths of the forest. We fell into a forbidden friendship... or so I thought.
One moonlit night, I knocked on my grandmother's door, but it wasn't her voice that answered. It was his. I pushed open the door, and there he was.
I was confused. "You're not my grandmother," I teased. I didn't suspect anything... we were friends, after all. I assumed she was out for the night. But why was he there?
He laughed playfully, came close. He unclasped my hood. He pressed against me... I liked it. God, I liked it. I let it happen, right there in my grandmother's house.
It was only afterward that I realized we weren't alone. There were four of them - his friends had been watching through the window. One slammed the door behind him as they came in, another lifted me roughly from her bed and pinned me to the table.
They laughed. My grandmother's nightgown was hanging from one of his friend's shoulders. Another wolf fell back onto the bed, a blissful look on his face, his stomach bulging. I almost threw up.
The wolves prodded and poked, laughing, jabbing at one another with excitement. "I told you, didn't I? She's spectacular!" They ripped away the sheet I was clinging to... drooled on me... looked down at me like meat.
Betrayal. Anger. Humiliation. It was awful. I won't recount what they did to me, but I know how they meant the night to end. I lay huddled in the corner as they sat at the table, rolling my grandmother's dice, deciding who would have the "final honors."
A woodcutter burst in, chased them off... but not before my old friend tossed me a wink and promised we'd see each other again. My grandmother wasn't saved. I spent the next few years in the confines of our village.
My late father was an archer in the King's army. His old bow, his short sword - they felt right in my hands. I practiced everyday. When I came of age, I entered the forest again.
The "big bad" wolf and all the other monsters in the forest... they deserve what's coming.
As PredAs Prey
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Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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