❢ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . Y/n was the one who was chosen to be the next sacrificial bride to the slender brothers but she didn't exactly expect them to fall in love with her.
(Previously known as: My Woman)
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"I didn't ask for this" You said while your so called 'mother' was fixing your white dress, your mother looks at you with a annoyed face "I've told you a million of times now that you were the one who was chosen to be the next bride of the slenders and you need to do this for the sake of the people in our town, you have to understand" She said and held you cheek.
You mentally sigh, you couldn't do anything, almost all of the people in your town voted you to be the next bride. You were furious, yes, but look on the bright side you can get away from this hell of a town.
"There all done, we still have 5 more minutes before they come let's go to the town square" Your mother said, you look at the body mirror to see yourself. I look so horrible you thought, you were wearing a knee length white dress with a few designs at the bottom, your hair was fixed in a bun with a rose clip attached to it.
"Let's get going then" Your mother grab your hand and you couldn't do anything but follow, when you both got out the house you were surrounded by the towns people. Asking questions here and there but you simply ignored them, your mother dragged you to the town square where the people were.
"Your finally here I thought you wouldn't come" Thomas, the chief of the town said "As if, this is the only way for the slenders to spare us" Hearing what your mother had said you were shocked, so you were the ginny pig so that they can live their lives while you suffer? That's unbelievable.
"What? So your saying you'll sacrifice your own daughter just so you can save your own life? Your a horrible mother, I wish you rott to hell" You said, rage and sadness was building up inside you. Your mother, who wasn't please on what you said, slap the living hell out of you.
You hiss in pain and held your cheek, which by now is stinging and is red. "You have no rights to speak you ungrateful child! Don't forget your the reason why your father is dead, you disgrace" Said your mother who was looking at you with angry eyes.
You held back a tear, remembering that memory of your father brings guilt on you. You didn't want to remember that day, that day when you should have listened.
"And you have no rights to speak to our bride like that"
