Little Red
[ N.B. This story doesn’t have a proper ending. Once you get to the end, try going back to the start. Then it makes sense. 😉 ] Her juices at that time of month were thick and white. One clawed finger dipped into her, lifted the sweet, honey-scented sap to his nose. He licked it off. Her lips were trembling. ‘Please,’ the girl said brokenly. ‘Please don’t – ’ The Wolf laughed at her. ‘Little Red, Little Red,’ he said, mockingly rueful, shaking his head. ‘You should have listened to your mother.’ At that, her eyes widened. ‘How did you – ?’ He silenced her with one filthy, ragged claw that dragged over her cheek. Blood welled up, slick and red, and his tongue lolled out of his panting, grinning mouth. Red whimpered. ‘You heard …