Into the Wolves' Den

by Jon Athan

They were young, though, and they weren’t prepared for such a dark and disturbing situation. Their parents lectured them about dangerous perverts, but they didn’t teach them how to fight—how to survive.

You know who I am, right?” Riley smirked and said, “Of course. You’re the big bad Wolf. Mr. Wolf, right? And this…” He looked around the living room again. He said, “This is the Wolves’ Den.”

Murder was a jarring experience. He kept telling himself: he was a pedophile, most people would have done the same, he deserved it.

“I’m going to get straight to the point. I’m going to hurt you. It’s not about money or drugs or anything like that. It’s just for fun.”

He played the role of a victim because he wanted to survive. He didn’t laugh in the face of death because he wanted to live forever.