|Little Red|
A row of thunder snapped me out of my …. What can I call that? I didn't get to test anything. My blood had somehow led me to seeing the warden as he killed a girl. But he noticed. He felt someone watching him? That can't be right. I blink, thunder and snow don't go together. My hand was still bleeding. I quickly shoved the knife into its place, and ripped a piece out of my shirt to tie my hand with.
My boot make crunching sounds on the snow, and my heart is pumping faster. I feel like I'm going to pass out. Instead, I hold my ground. Clenching my wounded hand and forcing my body to survive the rest of the day.
My first sign of luck came when the brainwashed group were too busy discussing what would be the best meal for their husbands to eat after a long mission. I was able to finish the rest of my work, bath in the open bathhouse and change back into my dress. I took a horse, and a full basket of goodies that they had given me when I first arrived.
I know how to ride a horse. We had a few back home. When I was a kid. They vanished the night before the attack. Well, I can't dwell on the past.
My eyes feel fuzzy, they feel weird. And itchy. Is it wrong to scratch my eyes? Like dig my fingernails into them and really give them a scratch! Yeah, that'll probably hurt like a bitch. My hand is bleeding even more. I made a small, maybe medium sized slit in the middle of my palm. There shouldn't be this much blood.
My second struck of luck came when I was able to find my way back home. After three hours of the slowest horse ride ever. My vision kept switching between pure darkness, and scene in front of me.
With only a few steps between the horse and the house, I closed my eyes in hopes that it would stop the itch. When they came back open a woman was staring at me.
I think she's a woman.
She's a pure shadow with the silhouette of a female. I think she's look at me. I have no way of knowing. She doesn't have eyes.
I forced my body to slip off the horse. Tripping the very second my left foot touches the snow.
I'm just going to lay here for the rest of my life. Clearly I'm not meant to be on my feet. Besides, I feel tired. Really really-
"Red? What on earth are you doing ass up in the snow?"
I mumbled a reply, my body too exhausted to move my head out of the snow. I just hope no one has peed here.
The wolf stops next to me, the snow above my head dips a little and I feel the push of his shoe against my hair.
"Your hair has grown much longer. What happened to your hand?"
Again, I replied with my face still in the snow. It came out as a bunch of gibberish.
A clawed hand digs into my hair, scraping my scalp. My head is yanked out by force. The pain applied to my head works in clearing the wooziness from my body.
"Speak woman. Or I will bite you again."
"I accidentally cut myself while I was at the farm, and it just felt weird. I don't think I'm a blood person."
That's half of the truth. He drags me close, I can feel his breath against my cheeks. It warm, a nice contrast to the cold wind. He smells like cinnamon. Is that woman still there?
Or was that a figment of my horrible imagination?
The wolf takes one sniff of me, then he pokes his tongue out and swabs my cheek.
"You taste funny. Spicy. You're lying to me. I can hear the change your heart makes when you lie. The exact pattern. You did something with your blood. Your body is suffering from it."
My mouth goes dry. "Don't be ridiculous."
His red eyes expand. "You may think you're a good liar, but your body betrays you. Pick your basket and follow me."
My face goes back into the snow once he releases my hair.
Fuck him for being smart. And licking my cheek like an animal.
Oh your body doesn't lie, well fuck you. I shoved myself up to my feet, and flipped him my middle finger. He turned his neck only and I whipped my finger behind my back. Giving him a sheepish smile.
"Perhaps I should get down to spanking you. That'll teach you some manners."
Eh?
"Like you shouldn't cut yourself. You don't understand you curse, so don't fuck with it."
"Tch, you don't own my body. I can do whatever I want."
His grin makes me regret my words. I just know in the going to pay for this with my dignity. I really should shut the hell up.
I turned, and reached for the basket. Stuffing all the items back in. Derek tied the horse to a tree near the cave.
"I'll build a home for it. This weather will only get worse."
How does he know these things? Right, he's a god.
Entering the cave made me sigh deeply. It felt nice to be out of the harsh snow, and in a warm home. My palm is still buzzing with pain, and as much as I despise these next set of words 'the wolf is right. I shouldn't be cutting myself. I could have revealed my exact location to the warden.'
I shudder at the thought. Even though the wolf is holding me against my will, the conditions and ridiculous rules are far better than the things I had to see and endure at the Dynasty prison.
That doesn't mean I won't try to leave.
I rubbed my head, a voice at the back of my mind tells me to remember the figure of that shadowy woman.
For what reason? It doesn't say.