Fucked, bred & Wed to the wolves
Fucked, Bred and Wed to the Wolves
Copyright 2012 by Caroline Calais
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For Becca, the day had started like any other. She had gone to her job, where she worked part time serving coffees. It wasn’t much, but it paid the rent. In the afternoon, she went to hang out with her friends at the park. She’d just turned 21 and like most of her friends, was taking advantage of her new right to drink legally by doing it as often as possible.
When they got to the park, Becca’s friends were already there, having fun. Becca grabbed her drinks from the trunk of her car to join them.
“Heyyyyyyy Becca” Peter cried out, waving. Becca waved back, then brought her hand to her face in fear when it looked like Peter was going to fall off the edge of the picnic table he was sitting on. He got his balance back just in time though.
Becca opened one of her drinks and joined her friends. They were at the back of the park, near the edge of the forest, so that the cops driving by wouldn’t see them drinking in public. Everyone in the city was always told never to go into the forest. The woods were scary, and those had been the rumours for so long that no one was actually certain anymore whether or not there was really something to be afraid of in there, or if it was just an old wives tale that had been passed down from generation to generation. Regardless, no one ever ventured into the forest anymore. Whenever someone in the town went missing, if they hadn’t shown up within a few days, they were assumed to have fallen victim to whatever happened in those mysterious woods.