a girl, she most wanted to get an answer.

- What grandmother? - Brunet made a theatrical pause, but then almost immediately answered, adding as many emotions as possible to each word, - oh, you mean that old woman! I politely helped her to retire to that closet so that she would not interfere with our meeting.

The gray-eyed giggle hurt the hearing of the blonde. Through the tears, Mary barely managed to examine the belt, which the man pulled out of his pants to tie her hands to the bed. Everything swam before my eyes, because no pain could compare with the pain of loss. Everyone kept telling her that she was too naive, but Marian knew what he really did to her grandmother.

Rolf killed her ...

- You are a monster! - the girl did not hide her anger, trying to break the leather belt, pulling it out, that is urine. But what does she do? This is completely useless!

- And you're funny. Maybe in another life or in other circumstances, we could be together and become a smart couple, but apparently not destined! - Rolf continued his tirade, at the same time cracking down on an uncomfortable piece of women's clothing, a corset, as he himself thought. The skirt itself was not long, so the hem of the dress did not interfere at all with the free slip of the arm through the elastic and soft thighs.

- No, stop it, stop it! - a few drops of bitter tears fell on a soft, but crumpled blanket. There was practically no resistance left. Even jerking with their feet did not lead to anything, it just caused another chuckle from her rapist.

- Nothing, you will soon calm down.

This is the last thing Mary heard after the crack of the thin fabric of her panties. And the touch of hot fingers on the sensitive tender crotch made me stop in surprise. The blonde woman trembled with her body, and the blistered cheeks gave out the girl. Fear bordered on her with shame, and her blue-eyed woman did not know which of her feelings overcame her. But Rolf was still hanging over her, only now she was tormenting the girl from the inside. His coarse fingers strove to penetrate as deep as possible inside the maiden's womb. From unbearable pain rushed a new stream of tears from the reddened eyes. A painful moan escaped from his lips, which begged to stop the torture, but Rolf did not stop, reveling in the pain of his victim, touching the sensitive clitoris. When, in the end, he got tired of it, he lowered his pants with shorts and, throwing one leg of Marian on his waist, began slowly to fill the tight crotch of the girl. The member quickly overcame the obstacle, bringing unbearable pain for Mary. When Rolf entered completely, he rolled his eyes in delight, breathing deeply in the air. He felt his claws elongate, glaring at the delicate skin of the female breast. Each time, the girl's screams grew louder, which only inflamed the werewolf. Little Red Riding Hood herself was already hoarse and was unable to scream when the man abruptly put it on herself, gradually increasing the pace. The room was filled with sounds born from the merging of two bodies, and the roars of the beast. Throwing both women's legs on his shoulders, the man continued his frictions, breathing in the scent of blood soaring in the air. Mary has already ceased to feel physical pain, only mental. Rolf increased the pace to the maximum, he felt that he was about to reach the peak ...

Squeezing as hard as possible strong hands hips, brunet poured into her. Without becoming to wait for his lover to come to himself, he lowered his slender girlish legs from his shoulders. Having caught up with her face, Rolf met with empty blue eyes at that moment, and Little Red Riding Hood remarked to herself this glitter in the gray eyes of a man. In my head again, the events of the not-so-distant past. Their first meeting.

"Eyes ... ears ... teeth ...", - spun in my head at the speed of a merry-go-round, just as quickly and dizzyingly ...

“Werewolf,” Mary said only.

“It's late, Little Red Riding Hood,” a voice echoed in her head, after which an unbearable pain pierced her neck, and the crimson blood gushed out of the punctured artery, flooding everything around: the body beating in convulsions, and clothes, and perfectly white bedclothes. Rolf otryapnul from the dying girl, casually dropping his head on the pillow. Something flashed next to the girl. The werewolf picked up a blue butterfly hairpin from the pillow, twirling a hairpin that had once belonged to Marian in his bloody hands ...

The murderer, looking at his bloody hands, could not contain his admiration, and licked his crimson fingers. Out of the corner of his eye, the man saw the girl's last breath and how life had completely faded away in those beautiful eyes of the color of a clear sky. After Rolf untied his hands unhappy, he fell out of bed, then dressed, pulled the chaperon from his chair and covered his lifeless body. Looking at his "work" with a certain sadness, Rolf stretched his stiff muscles and, after that, hurried off from the house where he had committed a double crime. The sun had almost completely gone beyond the horizon, and the day was gradually replaced in the evening. Clutching his tongue, the werewolf realized that he should hurry if he wanted to have time to do everything today ...

***

- Everything went well? - immediately heard a black-haired man, as soon as he stepped over the threshold.

- Yes, as you can see. “Taking a hairpin stained with blood from his pocket, Rolf handed the jewelry to the woman.

“So, Marian is dead,” she squeezed in her hand an accessory that once belonged to her stepdaughter, “as I promised, your reward is on the table.”

- Let me ask you, why did you decide to get rid of your spouse's daughter? - There was a calm metallic voice.

“This is not your concern, Mr. Rolf, take your payment and leave,” Henrietta replied with a certain annoyance.

No longer bothering his employer with unnecessary questions, the werewolf picked up a bag of gold intended for him and left the woman alone with his thoughts ...

***

“The end,” said the Narrator solemnly, ending his long story at a small fire.

There was silence. Friends, also sitting by the fire, exchanged significant glances. The silence was unexpectedly broken by the raucous laughter of the female half of the company.

“Jacques, you promised to tell us a story about Bloody Mary!” And you talked about the non-existent version of Little Red Riding Hood. Moreover, it was not very successful, - one of Jacques's friends made a caustic remark.

“It's up to you, Chris, is this true or fiction?” But this is the story of poor Mary. After that, her uneasy soul seeks retribution! - the guy's hands rose above his head, - my only business is to tell, - the dark brunette winked mysteriously at his friends, with his hands on his knees.

And what remained to them, the poor, dressed in tatters? Only poison each other terrible stories in the day free from hard work. The discussion of two young men only ignited the interest of the young. And one story was not enough to saturate the strengthened minds.

- Jacques, what other stories do you know? - one of the girls, Rosa, smiled coquettishly.

- Well, listen!

Brunette rubbed his hands, warming from the cold. His comrades held their breath. They are about to hear another story, looking into the cold gray eyes of the Narrator, which reflected burning flames ...

***
The moral of this tale is, remember, baby
I will tell you and sweet little things to note:
Do not trust any gray wolves,
Only one walking on shutters
Well, not coming back, baby, you're alive,
Terrible gray - even though very good-looking!