That beast kept its hand on Poppy's shoulder all the way to the cottage. It didn't tighten its grip, actually it was no grip at all, for that hand was just laying there. Heavy and clawed, but in a way gentle. It didn't make Poppy feel better at all.
»If you wanted to eat me you could've done it right there», she said, quiet and grave. The beast turned its slightly wondering gaze to the little girl and smirked then. »Oh, there's much more to do with you than merely eat you!» it said. Poppy tried to understand what it was meaning, and that beast, it enjoyed her ignorance.
They trod in silence until they reached the cottage. The wolf opened the door for Poppy like any good gentleman would, and put down the latch.
»Now, Little Red, take off your clothes», the wolf said casually.
»What!?» Poppy exclaimed and wrapped her arms around the already torn dress of hers. The wolf advanced towards Poppy, smirking horridly. »Let me help you», it said, grabbed Poppy's arm and tore off her clothes until she was bare naked. »That's better», the beast said, continuously smirking, and dragged Poppy towards the bed.

Poppy's eyes widened, for now she started to understand. »Go to Hel!» she screamed, scratched that beast, kicked it, hit it with her free hand, but it just tossed her on the bed.
»Oh, your parents have been very sloppy at raising you. No well raised girl talks like that. You need to be punished», that beast said, a dark shadow covering its smirking face and those gleaming, greedy eyes looking at Poppy.
»Only in your dreams!» Poppy cried out, tried to escape from the bed, but was caught by those clawed hands, then she started again to hit and kick the wolf with all her might, but with little effect.
»My dreams must be very realistic for you, then, Little Red.»

Wolf dragged Poppy close to it, onto its lap, holding her hands with its other hand and glided the other down between her legs. Poppy panicked and bit it on its shoulder as hard as she could, so hard that she drew blood and he flinched and pushed her away. Poppy bolted for the door, but Wolf made a leap and landed neatly on top of her, pinning her down to the floor.
»I tried to make this easier for you», it said huskily, pushing her down with its other hand while spreading her legs with the other, Poppy trying to kick and hit it, but all she really could do was to irritate it with her struggling.
»Let me go!» Poppy cried, the blood smearing her lips.
The wolf chuckled. »D'you seriously think I'd do that?» it said mockingly and finally got Poppy's kicking feet pinned down well enough to get that thing, that thing inside her.
Tears sprang up Poppy's eyes, but she wouldn't cry.
That place, it had been good even though it was not spoken of, Poppy had known it, and now that terrible clever beast made it his made it bad hurting throbbing black hole with that, that snake, cock they called it, but Poppy had never seen it hard like that and never known that one could hurt someone with it, and now that she knew she wished she would have never known it.
Poppy felt it, churn inside her, this wasn't happening, not really, it was just a nightmare, but Poppy knew it wasn't so even when she tried to make herself believe in it.
She waited for more pain when it went hard, but then it was gone, and at first Poppy couldn't believe it was over, but wolf stood up and Poppy looked and saw that, that, snake was bloody. Slowly she sat up, trying to ignore that throbbing pain, and when she stood up she felt something run down her legs. She touched it and stared at the blood on her fingers. Wolf saw it too and threw her those clothes it had ripped off of her.
Poppy didn't react when the clothes hit her and fell to the ground. She just stared at the blood, shocked.
She heard the wolf sigh and come to her. It used her torn underpants to wipe the blood from the insides of her legs and the torn dress it placed between her legs before lifting her up and carrying her to the bed.
»It's late, you need to sleep», the wolf said with a kind smile which scared Poppy more than anything else had.
Shocked and powerless to fight back, Poppy didn't utter a word and laid quiet when the wolf put her down and tucked her in.
But she didn't sleep.
Poppy's mind was empty as a white sheet of paper, and staring blankly while the night crept forward, there she laid, not even thinking of escaping while the wolf was asleep.
In any case there was little chance that she would've succeeded, had she thought of trying, for the wolf had curled up in front of the latched door.