• Child’s Play

    The young girl gave a giggle as her brown hair pooled around her. She gave the sliver haired man who towered over her a smile. He reached down and stroked her face, pausing near her eye. A cloud passed over the moon engulfing them in a brief moment of darkness.
    “Teehee! This was a fun game to play Wolfe!” She cried in delight. The man, Wolfe gave her a large smile showing his large white teeth. She gave a laugh and sat up reaching for Wolfe’s face. Wolfe touched her small hand and guided it to his cheek.
    “Is it Ilya?” He murmured with a dark gleam in his eye. She gave another laugh as his breathe tickled her face. He gave a grin and leaned in to kiss her but she quickly squirmed away.
    “You have to catch me!” She yelled running further into the woods. Wolfe straightened himself and gave a dark chuckle.
    “Of course my little lamb.”

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Ilya quickly squeezed herself into a small hole in a fallen tree. She covered her mouth to keep from laughing and to silence her loud breathing. Footsteps crept into the opening causing her to shiver with excitement.
    “Here little lamb. Come out and play!” Wolfe cooed. He paused and gave a large hungry grin, staring at the tree. He silently stalked over to it and reached his arm in. Ilya let out a cry of pain as he pulled her out by her hair.
    “Ow! Wolfe let go!” She cried clutching at his hand. He gave a chuckle and yank. She let out a small yelp and struggled to be released. Wolfe bent down and grabbed at her throat with a insane gleam in his eyes. Ilya began to cry in fear and flailed her legs in a vain attempt to kick him. He gave a laugh, squeezed her neck and pulled her closer. She let out a whimper as he leaned his face in.
    “Oh little lamb, so trusting, so…unwise.” Wolfe whispered into her ear with a nibble. A shiver racked her body as he pressed her down onto the ground with his legs on either side of her thighs. She let out a strangled scream and clawed at his hand. He gave an annoyed face and squeezed her slender throat causing her to gag. His face lit up in a wide grin as he pulled out a large cleaver. It gleamed dangerously in the light of the moon. Ilya’s eyes widened in fear.
    “I’m a very hungry wolf my dear. And you looked so delicious.” He said leaning in kissing her lips. He raised the cleaver and gently stroked it around her face. She shut her eyes and gave short sobs. He lifted the cleaver back up and gave a thoughtful face.
    “What should I start with? Oh, I know…” Wolfe exclaimed pressing the cleaver near her eye. She opened her eyes and gave another try to scream.
    “Now, now, hush. I start with your gorgeous eyes. Such a lovely shade of brown, like warm chocolate.” He murmured licking his lips. Ilya gave a sob that racked her body. He traced the cleaver around her eye teasingly and gave her a smile.
    “Shhhh, my dear lamb for you were my favorite.” He said softly raising the cleaver…

    Child’s Play

    Where are my eyes?
    Where is my lip?
    Why is here a place
    cold darkness here?

    There are children playing
    In a mirror.
    Laughter does not leave under the
    Labyrinth

    Red blood gets my body wet
    And who is killing me?

    Where is my hair?
    Where is my foot?
    Why is here a place cold darkness here?

    Want to feel warmth of
    Skin gets wet as having got wet
    And rain
    And who is killing me?