The Succubus Who Cried Wolf

There were wolves running against her, just a frightened child before animals three times her size. A red flag of a grey wolf was fixed right in front of him.

"Sera!" - A female voice screamed.

The child felt her body being hugged strongly. The last show of affection she would feel until now.

Brown eyes and a gentle smile were directed at her. Her mother caressed her face lightly, took a red scarf from her own neck and wrapped it around hers.

"It’s cold, Sera. Wear it whenever you want to feel safe. I’ll be with you right now."

And with one last smile, there was only blood.

The girl tried to say something, but there were only tears.

Sera woke up with a scream stuck in her throat. Long ago she didn’t hear her own voice. She didn’t remember how it sounded anymore. Would it be thin? Melancholy? Dragged in?

There were no more memories in her mind. Even in her dreams, she couldn’t hear something that hadn’t existed for 10 years.

Her home was not a fairy-tale house, or a house like any young her age. It was just a cabin in the woods, with nothing special. A perfect place for anyone to find.

Sera tied her black hair in a bun, imagining that she would never get used to the silence. It had been two days since she heard any sound. There were no heavy footsteps or screams. Nor was anything being broken or the sound of your body being pushed against the wall.

Even so, she still did not believe her torment was over. As she prepared her lunch, the knife fell.

Sera was frightened, for a few seconds her body paralyzed. The young woman waited for a punishment. But nothing happened. Her body trembled, still waiting for a reaction by her mistake. But again, nothing happened.

Sera leaned on the table and sighed in relief. There was no more danger for her. No more.

She drank her vegetable soup in peace, not knowing what to do now. Suddenly, something took her attention. Something so common to others, but so precious to her...

Rain. A simple rain.

The young woman ran barefoot out of the hut, her scarf got wet, but she didn’t mind. Sara danced beneath the drops, smiling. It was something I would never be allowed to do, other than just observe from the inside.

Now, she felt free. But freedom could also frighten. Soon, her mind led her to a thought of insecurity, as if she were making some mistake, after all, this was something she could not do before.

What would become of her now? Who would be beyond the person who obeyed orders and was used as an object? How could she think she’d be free if her mind wasn’t?

Sera began to panic, she got down on her knees and felt her heart race and her breath getting faster and faster. The air seemed to be lacking and painful memories came to her mind.

Fear took hold of her. What she was supposed to do? There was no one there to help her. Well, it never was, it had always been only Sera as her own support.