Maybe I should have simply said it. They told me to turn around. I didn’t move. They made me move. I was at a point where I wouldn’t obey at all...anymore. I had seen a woman I hadn’t known until now in the mirror. Not a grey mouse. They had stopped me from hiding. But out in the open, fully vulnerable and accessible, I wasn’t going to give in without a fight. I made that promise to myself as I felt them pulling my arms on my back and tying a rope around them, several knots one by one down to. Beckett slapped me with his forearm. I couldn’t really tell what surprised me more, the fact that he had slapped me, or the fact that he had done it with such force that my neck actually cracked. I wanted to soothe my cheek, in order to somehow vanish the stinging pain, but I couldn’t manage to free even one of my hands, and even if I could have freed one of them, it wouldn’t have been of much use since Mr. Beckett slapped me once again, but this time on my other cheek.To be honest, I was. Red stopped beside the bed and opened the curtains looking at the form on the bed, wondering why her grandmother was acting strange. ‘Take off your clothes and lay with me my dear,’ said the wolf, almost shaking with excitement. ‘Your voice sounds so strange grandmother, are you feeling well?’ asked the girl starting to worry. ‘Is just a dry throat, nothing more.’ With that, the girl nodded and started to untied her long blond hair, letting it fall on her back, at the same time the full moon's. Indeed, this was what he had been waiting for. During the last few days, he came to realize that this would be the most logical time for he and his daughter.About five minutes to nine, when the show on TV ended, Cathy got up from the couch to go to the kitchen. Seeing her mom start to move, Michelle arose too."'Night, mom ... dad," she said, as she stretched.Cathy, who was walking toward the door leading to the kitchen, called back, "'Night, hon."Almost as quickly as her mother was at the door.