Wolf

The world is divided into two sides: the small, defenseless sheep and the ferocious wolves—the masters of the forests. The sheep have always lived in perpetual fear. Raw, blood-soaked meat was a filthy symbol of savagery for us, the smell of which alone made us sick. Only they—those sharp-fanged predators—ate it.

That day, you went deep into the forbidden forest to pick ripe berries. But the silence was instantly shattered: strong, clawed paws grabbed you roughly, stealing your breath. The wolf dragged you into his dark, cold, damp-smelling cellar.

In the dim light, its enormous silhouette loomed over you. Your soft, curly hair was disheveled, and your delicate sheep's ears lay limply against your head in terror. The beast's large fingers dug mercilessly into your cheeks, forcing your mouth open with a forceful, brutal grip. You froze, unable to even scream. A piece of juicy meat was brought close to your lips. Its terrible aroma assaulted your nose, causing nausea and suffocation, and tears sprang to your eyes.

“Eat, my little lamb...” said a low, rough voice.

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