Red stopped rin the middle of the path to catch her breath. The snow had crunched under her feet as she ran. Why she still had her basket in her hand she hadn’t a clue. She could hear the drum of feet behind her.
She’d arrived at grandma’s bringing a the meat pie and apple cider. Red knocked on the door and heard a muffled noise instead of her grandma’s voice. She entered the kitchen. Grandma’s shawl and cap lay on the floor.
“Grandma?” Red called out.
“I’m in here,” called out a voice that didn’t sound like Grandma.
“Are you ill?” Red asked.
“Come closer,” said the voice.
Nervously, Red stepped closer. She was grabbed by two strong arms. A rough bearded face came into view. Red screamed.
“Hush my Cherry delight,” said Wolf as he tore at her bodice baring her lovely breasts.
“No! Let go of me!” cried Red. She hit him with her basket. She kicked him and he let go of her. Red ran out of the cottage and down the path.
Wolf turned to Grandma who was tied to the bed, gag in her mouth. Red had interrupted their weekly playtime.
“I’ll be right back,” he said throwing on a coat. “I can’t wait to have both of you to play with.”
Grandma shook her head no to no avail. She watched him go and wondered just how long it would take Wolf to catch Red.