Little Red: A Lesbian Fairy Tale: Part Five

I grew up inside this story of hunters and the ones they chase. Girls who kept their heads down for their mothers yet wandered off the path anyway. Since the day they pulled me out of the trees I've watched every move around me. At first I stayed small and played dumb, but once the whole shape came clear the pattern was simple: hunters don't hesitate. They see a pretty, guileless girl and want to reach in before anyone else does. Mrs. Riding. The social worker. Even my own family. They moved on me without asking what I wanted, all hunger and no regard. Then my real allies stepped in. They taught me the only language predators understand: force. The three of us cornered Wolf and Fox, held the bitch wide and drank from her until the fight went out of her. For one bright second we had the upper hand. Then the world snapped back, the way it always does.