Author's note: This story includes a graphic description of rape. Please do not read if such content triggers you.

In a village in the shadow of a great forest lived once a little girl with her family. She had two older brothers, who both worked, the other at the mill, the other was the journeyman of the smith. The girl also had a baby sister, and for the baby was not more than four years old and the brothers worked much of the day, was the little girl - Robin was her name - the best choice to be sent to run errands. Much like her mother, Robin was something curious among the townspeople, for she had inherited the blazing red hair of her mother, and therefore was often referred to as 'Little Red' in separation to her mother, who was called just 'Red'.
Robin's mother didn't have much time for her eldest daughter, for she had to take care of the household and the baby, so Robin had grown to be very fond of her grandmother who lived in her deceased husbands cottage in the woods.
Robin's grandmother was also very fond of her son's daughter, maybe because of their similar characters; they both were headstrong and confident, Robin often described as precocious, both of them as proud, but other people's opinions had never really mattered for either of them.
Our story, however, begins on the day when the Queen for the first time tried to get her daughter killed and Robin decided to go and visit her grandmother even though the dark was already falling.

Robin's father and brothers had returned home after a long day, and all in the house were tired and thus extremely boring. The chores of the day were done, and therefore Robin decided to put on her white hooded cloak and visit her Gran.
As said, Robin was confident, and there was not much she feared, and for sure, darkness was not one of her fears. So she trod the path, content as ever, picked pretty white flowers from the sides of the path and took her time to appreciate the beauty of the forest full of shadows.
When she finally reached her grandmother's house, she had a nice bouquet of flowers in her hands and deep darkness behind her back. She knocked the door and from the force of a habit opened it without waiting for the answer.

She saw her grandmother in the bed, already in her nightgown, greeted her and dropped her cloak on a chair before going to the kitchen and getting a vase with water for the flowers she had picked. She left the flowers on the nightstand and turned to her grandma. »How was your day?» she asked.
»Boring as always, boring as always», Gran replied.
Robin giggled. »Gran, your days are never boring!» she said, sat on the bedside and took off her shoes. »Now, tell what really happened?»
For Robin's astonishment her grandma looked unsure.
»Well, uh, I really didn't feel very well today, Red, love, so I stayed in the bed most of the day», grandma finally replied.
Robin's brow furrowed and she stood up.
»What's wrong with you today? You act awfully weird!» Robin exclaimed, being used to her grandma being energetic and imaginative, and for sure, not calling her Red!
Grandma looked at Robin and a hideous smile spread across her face. »Whatever you mean?» she said, as Robin staggered backwards.
»You aren't my Gran», Robin said, with terrifying sureness, as her grandma, or what was left of her, rose out of the bed. Robin crawled backwards, her eyes fixed on the face that was her grandma's, she stood up on her shaky feet and turned and ran and ran and ran until she felt those claws dig into her flesh and the weight pin her down so she couldn't move and she turned her head to see.
She was too terrified to even cry. Poisonous, greedy yellow eyes and bloody claws, all the hair, rough, tangled, pleasured purring all on distantly human but monstrous features, Robin stared, not sure whether to be terrified or not, but Gran, Gran, it had killed Gran (had it not)?
Robin tried to get up, already knowing the attempt was doomed to fail, sobbed »Gran» again and again and again finally crying.
»Ooh, Little Red misses Gran, what sorrow», it said with a purring, mocking voice, laughing at Robin's grief, »you will be so much more fun that that old hag.» It giggled in a way Robin didn't quite understand, but in her fear she couldn't even cry anymore.
»Now, Little Red, shall we return to the hut. Unless you like the forest.» That beast gave a smile that made Robin shudder, and she stuttered in reply: »I d-do much pr-prefer the cot-»
That beast laid it's hand on Robin's shoulder like an owner and led her back to the cottage.