The big baby head’s laughter could be heard far away. The sun was still hiding behind a mountain. The first rays of it licked over the completely nude body of a pregnant woman bound to the windmill. She had a string in her mouth. She was still unconscious. Her conciseness was slowly but surly coming back. The first sounds which came to her ear were the cries of a lost child:

“Mommy, mommy. Where is my mommy?!”

At the top of a hill a red ring became visible. Under the ring a strangely formed doll appeared. The toy had tears in its eyes. On the screen of its belly a boy was visible, who cried his eyes out. Suddenly the toy saw the woman and asked:

“Are you my mommy?”

It came closer to the naked woman and mustered her from the bottom to the head. The little boy on the screen quit the screaming and sniffed the snot up his nose. He let out an uncertain laughter. The red creature hugged the gagged prisoner. A bewildered expression formed on the woman’s face. They stood there for quiet a while. The child on the screen became sleepy.

The red plush toy got on its knees and placed its lips on the nipple. It sucked for a moment like a baby on it.

Then accompanied by a hurtful cry of the victim the wolf in sheep’s clothing bit the nipple off. Blood came out. The child on the screen showed fear because of the reaction. The wolf spat the nipple out and sucked the blood mixed with breast milk like a baby sucking on its mother’s bosom. After a while the child on the screen slept.

The curiosity of the red monster awakened. He looked on the big womb of the woman and put one of its gloves onto it to feel the movements of the child. The woman wanted to say something with a desperate look but the piece of string was in the way.

The young stuffed toy couldn’t hold it’s curiosity back and it pressed the thumb hard into  the pregnant meat. Amniotic liquor with a tint of red splashed out. Under tears of the woman the creature increased the radius of the hole until there was enough space to put the big hand inside the wound.

The unholy beast searched for a while and found what it was looking for. It pulled out a little fragile, crying newborn. A curious look was shared by the creature and the boy on its belly, who was awake through the crying of the woman. The woman looked hopelessly at her child and knew that its life was doomed.

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The curious, red creature poked the child cautiously and noticed that its head was soft. Carefully it placed the hand on the skull and investigated the little crying thing. It felt like there were several plates forming the round skull. With precision like a doctor it grabbed with its thumb a plate and peeled it off like an orange. Grey mass was showing. The cry of the newborn mixed with the frantically screaming of the mother who struggled with all her strength against her bounds.

After the last plate the curious one took the grey mass out of its encasement and studied it closely. The last strength disappeared from the little body. The boy on the screen made an astonished face, when he realised it. The mother lost all hope.

The red one lay carefully the baby and its brain onto the floor went in front of the past mother and forced the glove a second time into the hole. After a while it made a face as if it has found something and pulled the ovaries out. The woman not enough strength to cry looked with a weeping look at them.

The creature who now noticed her expression wanted her to cheer up so it laid the ovaries after a brief examination besides the brain and the baby’s body. It hugged her a second time. The child on the screen asked:

“Why are you crying mommy?”

The woman, unable to give an answer lifted her head. A glassy look described her expression. She knew her last moment has come.

After a while the red bastard stopped hugging her. He went to the little child, its brain and the ovaries. It took first the ovaries and put them back in the hole. Then the brain which it put on the child and it put both back into the womb.

“Mommy, why aren’t you stopping to cry?”

The creature hugged her again. In the embrace of her tormentor the young woman gave out and died.