Snow White: Love

5

“You will,” he replies. “I always get what I want.” He stands up and towers over me. “And what I want right now is you.”

I try to pull back from him, but his hand shoots out and grabs my chin. He holds it in a firm grip, and looks down into my face.

“You are going to belong to me,” he growls. “You will do what I say and you will love it.”

“I will never love you,” I reply through gritted teeth. “I hate you.” Tears fall down my cheeks as I struggle to get free.

“You’re lying,” he replies, his hand tightening on my chin. “You can’t hate me, Snow.” He looks down into my eyes. “Because deep down, you want me.”

He lets go of my chin and reaches down, pulling my legs apart. I kick out at him, fighting to get free, but he pins my legs down and presses his body into mine. I fight against him, struggling to get away from him, but it doesn’t work. He is stronger and heavier, and he doesn’t care what he does to me. I can’t fight back.

“No,” I cry out. “No!” I struggle against him and try to push him off of me. He laughs in my face and grabs my hands, pinning them above my head. “No,” I scream again. “Don’t!”

He doesn’t listen. He leans down and kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

I bite his lip, drawing blood. He laughs and kisses me again, ignoring the pain.

He lets go of my hands and presses himself into me. I try to fight him off, but he won’t let me. He forces himself into my body, and I cry out in pain.

He thrusts himself into me again and again, ignoring my screams. I feel him tearing my insides apart, and I struggle to fight back. He has too much power, though, and he forces himself into me time and time again. I scream and shout, but he ignores me. Finally, he finishes inside of me, filling my insides with his seed. He pulls out of me and steps back, looking down at me.

“That was amazing,” he says to me. He wipes sweat from his face and looks down at his torn pants. “I didn’t think I would be able to hold on so long.”

I curl into a ball, my body aching all over.

“I hate you,” I whisper, not looking up at him.

He laughs.

“You can’t hate me,” he says. He squats down beside me and presses his hand against my chin again. “Because we’re just getting started.” He looks down into my face. “And soon, you will want it as much as I do.”

He stands up and walks out of the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. I am left alone in the darkness, my body aching in pain.

* * *

I am dragged from the room and thrown to the ground. I look up to see the King holding me. We’re in a forest, but I don’t know where. The trees are tall and dark, and the sky above is gloomy. I have been held in the room for so long that it’s a relief to finally be out in the open air.

The King lets go of my hair and kicks me away from him.