Snow White: Love

1

I should not have left the door unlocked.

King Grimclaw stares down at me with that dark intensity in his eyes, a glare that always makes me feel so small.

He is tall and broad shouldered, with thick dark hair, a muscular build and the looks of a young man. His beard is thick, and I can smell the familiar scent of whiskey and smoke on his breath. He wears no crown, only an emerald green robe that looks as if it was pulled from his closet haphazardly and he wants me to know that he was here the whole time. He wants me to fear him.

But I don’t. Not today.

“King Grimclaw,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You really know how to make an entrance.”

He scowls at me. “Did you really think you could escape me?” he asks.

“You’ve found me. Congratulations,” I reply.

I feel his hands grab me from behind, and he drags me back into the castle, kicking and screaming. He throws me into his chamber and I look up at him, defiant.

He sits on the bed, breathing heavily, and stares at me as if I am a piece of meat.

“Come here,” he demands, his hand outstretched towards me.

“No,” I respond.

“You want to play games with me?” he asks, his voice growing louder. “Do you want to get spanked?”

He grips my thighs and pulls me closer. I push him away.

“Ooh, you want to fight me, little girl?” he laughs and grabs me again.

I struggle and push him back, but he’s too strong. He pins me down on his bed, and I look at him in horror as he starts ripping off my dress.

His hands are everywhere, and I fight him but he has too much power. He grabs my wrists and pins them together behind me, and then tears off my nightdress so fast the fabric tears.

I look up at him and see the lust in his eyes. It makes my stomach churn.

“No!” I scream.

He doesn’t listen. He climbs on top of me and kisses my neck, moving further downwards towards my breasts. He cups them and then pushes my legs apart.

“No!” I yell again. “Stop!”

He looks up at me and then smiles, his face twisted and evil.

And then, he continues. He forces his body inside of mine and I feel the pain as my hymen breaks.

“Stop,” I whisper. “It hurts.”

He doesn’t stop. He continues, his breath growing heavier and his pace quicker as he continues to fuck me.

I cry out in pain, but he continues until he finishes inside of me, pulling out and finishing on my stomach.

I look down at my stomach and see his semen there, a reminder of what he has done to me.

“Next time will be better,” he says as he climbs off of me. “If you behave.”

And then he leaves me alone in his chamber, with only my thoughts to keep me company. He locks the door behind him, and I listen as he locks me in and walks away.

The tears stream down my face and I sob quietly.

My mother was right. She did betray me. But I had no idea how badly until now.

* * *

I wake up the next morning with tears in my eyes.

What did my mother do to me?

I don’t want to think about it anymore, so I try to get out of bed and wash up.

I walk over to the bath and look down into it, horrified at what I see.

His sperm is still on my body. My stomach feels sore, and my pussy aches from the beating it took the night before.

I shudder to think of what will happen to me now. I wonder if this is what the future holds, this constant abuse and pain.

I turn around and walk towards my closet, hoping I can find some clean clothes.

And then I see it.

A sword.

It’s leaning against the wall, waiting to be used.

I walk over towards it and pick it up, feeling the weight of it in my hands. I swing it back and forth, feeling its power.

And then I go to work.

I look around the room at my options, and I know I don’t have many. If I stab him while he sleeps, there’s a chance I could be caught. If I run away, he would find me. So I have no option but to fight him.

I hide behind the door and wait. It feels as if hours pass, but it’s really only minutes until I hear his footsteps coming towards me.

He walks into the room and smiles when he sees me.

“Well, well,” he says. “You’re awake, good. Get on your knees.”

“No,” I reply.

“What did you say to me?” he asks. His voice is menacing and I know I have to act fast.

I don’t answer. Instead, I swing my sword towards him. He’s shocked and steps back as the sword slices through his shoulder.

“You fucking little bitch,” he yells, covering his wound with his hand. “I’m going to kill you.”

He runs over towards me and we struggle with each other. He is strong, but I am determined. I have nothing to lose anymore.

We fight, each of us using all of our energy against each other. I am surprised at how strong he is, but I can fight too.