Mrs. Red Riding Hood, THIS TIME, IT'S PERSONAL! Part 4.

THE WOLF ALWAYS KNOCKS TWICE...

Chapter 9. Deliverance!?

Mr. Hunter entered the cottage at that precise moment, fumbling with his rifle. This was the first time he was going to use it outside the target range.
Wolf, to avoid a confrontation, jumped out of the window, as Mary urged him to do.

-"Well, well, well.." Hunter said. "Things seem to be going my way today, my lovely bride."
-"You must have eaten some of your special mushrooms if you think I'll go for that".

Producing a wolf's skull and jaw from his bag, Hunter started to toy with them...

CLACK!

-"I don't see that you have much choice. Grandma is still hiding from the Beast. The pantry, possibly? She could very well come out to see her only granddaughter's throat ripped open by wolf's teeth. Very sad, wouldn't it be?"
-"You wouldn't."
-"Oh, but I must (CLACK!). I'm just so tired of you (CLACK!) and your airs, of thinking the Forest belongs to you (CLACK!). People are losing their fear of going in (CLACK!). Maybe it's the only thing to do. You have five seconds (CLACK!) to make your decision. Live... (CLACK!) ... or (CLACK!) die..."

Chapter 10. Mrs Hunter.

After a week of being a married woman, Mary knew she would surely die. She physically ached for her friend and lover. To make matters worse, Hunter took to using his fists upon her.

Gazing at his bear-paw slippers poking from behind the curtains, a dawning light of realisation ilummined the whole room. She now knew.

Chapter 11. Garbage disposal.

Hunter arrived home after another day in the Forest.

-"Wife! Give me my slippers, if you don't want me to clip you one!"
-"They're by the curtains, as usual. If I leave the stove now, your dinner will be burned. Sorry, darling."

With a grim expression on his face, Hunter went to the bedroom for his slippers. He'd give her "darling" tonight, right after dinner. The thought of her face contorted by pain was arousing him. Maybe the dinner would keep for five minutes. He slid the curtains...

... only to find Wolf standing in his slippers. A menacing growl and:

"Hello, darling, I've been waiting for you... eagerly. Did you miss me?", were the last words he ever heard, spoken in a deep, guttural, throaty voice.