Warning!

The next post is going to be a story I made up during my A Level days. It was the first story I completed, and posted on the net (it's still up in my Friendster blog). It's my version of the famous children story, Red Riding Hood.

But it is in no way a children's story. You may think of me as a sick bastard, a sex maniac, and a rapist after you read this. I know I scared myself. But let's look at it objectively, and treat it like how it's supposed to be treated.

A short story.

This is the last warning. If you're under 18, go back and just read my older posts. If you can't take sexual violence, go back (I don't wanna hear people complaining about it, because I'm against sexual violence too). I'm being dead-fucking-serious here. Two of my friends who read the story told me that I'm a sick bastard. That's how bad it is.

Ok, ready?

The next post, and also the first Midnight Theater story I wrote, is going to be called "Red". It was inspired by the Red Riding Hood, and whoever the original writer was, I am eternally indebted to you.

Here goes nothin'.