“…Little red riding hood, asked the big, bad wolf why he killed so much. And the wolf sneered in her face, and boasted that he had an incurable desire to mangle and desecrate his prey until it satisfied his own twisted needs. That he would do anything for the thrill of taking another life. And then the wolf gave the girl a headless dove. As a gift. “For you....master…”
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