Oh, my sweet curious reader,

Last night was... unholy.

I should feel shame. I should feel ruined. I should be hiding beneath the covers and praying for forgiveness from whatever god watches little girls wander into wolves’ dens. But instead, I’m here writing to you—legs still trembling, thighs marked with his claim, lips swollen from too many kisses that felt more like possession than affection.

He called me Red, but he said it like a growl, like he wanted to eat the name off my tongue every time I moaned it back at him. And trust me, I did. Over and over. The forest still echoes with the way he took me—hard, hungry, like my body was the only meal he’d waited centuries to devour.

He was teeth and claws and heat against my skin. And I? I was the foolish little thing who followed the scent of danger and got exactly what she begged for.

But here’s the worst part.

I liked it. Every filthy second of it. The way he tied my wrists with his belt, the way he whispered filthy promises into my ear with his hand around my throat, the way he made me beg just to come.

And when I thought he was done—when my body was boneless and my voice hoarse—he leaned in, mouth brushing mine, and whispered, “You’re mine now, little Red. Don’t even think of running.”

So I didn’t.

I won’t.

And if you’re smart, you won’t either. There’s more to come. Much more. If you think one night in the woods with the Wolf was enough... you’re in for a delicious surprise.

Keep your laces loose and your candles lit, darling. You’ll want to see what happens next.

—Red 🔥🐺

P.S. He said next time, he’s not holding back. You shouldn’t either. Let’s just say… this fairytale’s only getting darker.

 I should’ve known the second he told me to run, that he didn’t mean for me to get away. 

👀 Want the rest of this scene? It gets rougher. Dirtier. Wilder.

 Only on [Ream]—where Red’s real surrender begins.

✒️ Come find me in the forest, darling. He’s still fucking me there.