Crybaby

\\ milk and cookies \\

can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed

sing you a lullaby where you die in the end

// milk and cookies //

The wolf man stared at Crybaby hungrily. It started to creep her out.

He started tracing circles on her arm with his sharp claws, and suddenly tugged on her pretty dress. "Woah, woah, stop right there. You need to bring me home, not act like a rapist!" Crybaby screamed.

The wolf heartily laughed. "You're not going home. You're going to stay here, and be with me."

"Um, did I say I'm going to stay with you? Cause last time I checked, you never asked." Crybaby crossed her arms, it was starting to become a habit. He stared at her like raw meat.

"Stop being stupid. Get me something to eat, unless you want me to eat you." He said in a creepy voice that made her shiver. She stood up, eager to get away from him.

Following the light, she walked into the kitchen. She wondered why there were no windows around. She walked outside again, and went into a blocked off room. It was locked on purpose, but the door seemed old, so she put all her strength into hitting it.

She learned how to break things from her mother.

It rolled off and Crybaby went into the room. Pictures of women, mostly young were posted everywhere.

She stared at them one by one. They looked like they were from different regions of the world, and were all hung up with a pin. The room was dark, but the pictures were clear to her.

She was starting to get scared. She scanned the room more. There were about 50 pictures hung, some of the women were naked, and Crybaby didn't understand why.

It all ended when she saw one familiar face.

Her own.

One picture, that she never knew was taken. It looked stolen. A red X mark was drawn right on her face, and there Crybaby knew.

"Where the hell is my food?!" She heard the wolf man scream. "It's almost done!" Crybaby screamed. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed a pack of cookies.

Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed the small bottle of poison that her mother told her to always keep in case of emergencies, along with an army knife.

She grabbed a glass and filled it with milk, and poured the liquid also. She grabbed the Milk and Cookies and walked back into the room. Courage is the only thing she needed.

The wolf man stared at her, but mostly her legs as she walked to him.

Sick pervert.

And with the milk, he drank it all.

"What did you put in this?!" He screamed, until Crybaby stabbed him to the heart.

His limp body fell and she ran outside, but not before taking a cookie.