Bound In Blissful Hell

The last thing she remembered was when her mother kissed her on the cheeks before she slept off.

    Hazel woke up late In the midnight thirsty, she took the torch beside her bed and jumped down from the bed.

   "Mother"  she called as she walked towards her parents room.

    "Mum am thirsty" she said as she opened the door but her parents were not there, confused, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and proceeded to get water by herself.

    She walked to the sitting room table and poured her self some water.

    CLANK!  The cup fell on the floor and broke to pieces, while Hazel stood in shock, her mouth agape  and her tiny body shivered in fear, she had read a lot of fairytale, and watched a lot of horror movies she knew she shouldn't have watched, but this was no fairytale nor was it a horror movie, it was right in front of her. A giant wolf, three times the Normal size of a wolf she had seen on TV, its fangs covered in blood as its bloodshot eyes stared at her, tears gushed down from her eyes. She was shaking and trembling in fear, she didn't know what to say or what to do, seeing the big wolf above her father with wounds on his body, his clothes were torn and blood gushed down from his stomach, his weak eyes pleaded with her to run, but she couldn't, her feet were rooted to the ground, she muttered.

        "Dad"

The beast looked at her as it moved slowly towards her, like though it enjoyed the fear in the eyes of its prey. As it walked front, Hazel stumbled backwards.