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Klaus below

Klaus below

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I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The intricate design of the lace covers my body, mermaid style, slightly sheer and off white.

My wedding dress

It's crazy how I can look in the mirror feel nothing

Five years, I've been with Klaus and a whole year of him "planning" this wedding while also setting me up to be killed

Well ain't that some shit but little did he know I was setting shit up myself

The final touches were set in place today and you better believe my "wedding" day is going to be one to remember

That is IF I leave survivors

Or maybe we'll be like those old folk stories. People taking what little information they have and creating a crazy story to go with it

I smirk at the thought while the seamstress makes the final touches

I never thought I'd get married. It's not something I ever saw in my future not because I didn't believe in it but more so because I never really seen it growing up.

Somehow you just need if someone was married or not but no one ever TALKS about it. No one ever showed me what marriage was or how it worked, so I never saw it as something to obtain

But here I am in a fucking wedding dress

The seamstress carefully helps me step out of the dress, moving slowly but to disturb her pins

As I put my robe back on, there's a knock on the door. Klaus peeks before fully entering the room

"Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?"

I really don't wanna see your face. Klaus smirks

"Little One, I thought you knew I made my own luck"

Klaus stares at me through the mirror. He had that look in his eye and I internally rolled mine

Do you know how bad it has to be to expect to be violated. So much that you're just....numb

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