Red Scarlet

Chapter 3- The Wolf

Scarlet was sitting down on a chair. She was still half asleep and her head was hurting like she just got hit by a bus. She felt her hands had been tied, and her wrists were in pain. Probably because of the tight rope around her wrists. Her arm still hurt after that man grabbed her.

She opened her eyes and looked around. There were white walls all around her, and the ground was full of white squares. She looked up and squinted. The lights were bright. She looked down and saw her feet were tied together and tied on a chair. She was stuck in a chair unable to move. She tried to move her body, to tip the chair over, but the chair was nailed down to the ground. "Ugh" She said in her head.

Big mistake.

The door in front of her opened with a click. BEEP. And her grandma walked in. "Grandma?" Scarlet asked. Finally, someone to get her out.

"Scarlet!" Her grandma said. In a low voice... a little too low.

"Grandma, why does your voice sound so low?" Scarlet asked.

"So I can be quiet, my dear." Her grandma said, in a low voice. She smiled. She was wearing some sort of glasses. But Grandma never wore glasses.

"Why do you have glasses?" Scarlet Asked.

"The better to see you with." Her grandma said. Her grandma was wearing that black cloak.

"Grandma, why are you wearing that black cloak?" Scarlet asked.

"Oh, the better to sneak around at night." She smiled. She reached into her pocket. And pulled out a knife. She smiled. "Scarlet. My dear. Why don't we add some natural red to your bright red hoodie?" Her grandma laughed. A horrible menacing laugh. She wasn't her grandma. She was that horrible man. He reached under his neck, and started to pull out the mask.
"YOU'RE A WOLF DEXTER! A WOLF A CREEPY WOLF!" Scarlet shouted.

Dexter laughed. "Oh Scarlet. Please." He smiled. And took off the mask. It wasn't Dexter. It was the baker.

Scarlet froze. "Y-y-you?"