The Wedding Maze
WM-14 |YOU ARE NOT A FIGURE I KNOW|

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...❗❗❗Hard warning❗❗❗...

...Contains violent and sexual scenes that are not intended to be read by underage readers....

...Wish to be wise in responding and choosing readings....

...Thank's alot....

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“But I am his third person.” Snow talked to someone with wearless earphones in his ear while drawing on his iPad screen. He has some work to do this week.

“I know,” Snow paused, then pressed the color icon with the Stylus pen and began applying it to the hair of a man who was sitting with a girl while looking at the sky he drew. “—but everything will be in vain. He was not expecting me at all.” he continued, chuckling clumsily as he touched the tip of his nose with the back of his index finger.

Suddenly, Snow heard the faint door of the house clenched. She deliberately did not close the door of the room, so that she did not miss the moment to welcome the arrival of her husband. Then he glanced at the wall clock above the door of his room. It's eleven o'clock in the evening, Winter's too late to get home today. Snow, however, remained positive. She's happy Winter's home safe.

“Ah, she's coming. I'll call you next time. See you.”

Snow ended the unilateral call, hurriedly removed the earphones and placed them beside the phone, rushed out of the room, intending to welcome the new Winter to arrive.

No one was there when he was outside the room. But he knew very well the scent left in these airs belonged to Winter. The man had already entered his private room, making Snow a little disappointed that he could not welcome and see Winter's tired face.

Even Snow was aware that he had no position in Winter's heart. But at least, she wanted and tried to be a good wife for her husband. For Winter.

Snow's small steps were fixed on the room across from his room, which was none other than Winter's room. He's hesitant, or won't even know what Winter's gonna do when he knocks on the door. Either a curse, or even a blow, he will be ready to take it.

Hesitating, his fingers knocked slowly on the door of Winter's room.

“Sister, do you need anything? Or does sister Winter want something for dinner? I will make it.” asked Gentle Snow even though Winter had not yet opened the door blade.

Silent. Winter did not budge, making Snow's palm move once again about to knock on the door, hoping this time it was heard. But everything came to a halt when the door was suddenly pulled back, revealing the bare-chested figure of Winter. The scent of alcohol faintly sniffed Snow's nose, which suddenly made him nauseous. Even Snow desperately held back from covering his nose with a palm, in order not to offend Winter.

Snow thought, this is natural. Maybe Winter met a client, or someone important, then took her for a drink and Winter would not want to accept it as a form of respect.

“What's up?” ask Winter. Her eyes look cute, her lips are red, and her hair is a little messy.

“Itu—”

Without saying just to ask for permission, Winter forcefully pulls Snow into the room and locks the door. Snow's stomach is getting more turbulent because in Winter's room, the smell of alcohol is getting thick.

“A-I have to get out brother. I want to puke.”

“Please your shirt.”

Whahuh? Didn't Snow hear wrong? Of course Snow would not comply with such ridiculous requests. Winter is hanging over, and she has to get out of this room, or something she doesn't want to happen at all.

“I must hurry brother. There's work I need to finish today.”

“Why rush once?” ask Winter seductively. And of course, under the influence of alcohol. Half of his consciousness was almost taken away, drifting somewhere.

During this time, no one knows if Winter has a low tolerance to all types of alcohol, and Snow was the first to know about this because Winter had several times to cuss with people who invited him to drink the drink, when he actually did not like it. Just as a formality, but still, Winter doesn't like the cursed drink.

“Me company. I'm your husband.”

Snow moved back a number of steps approaching Winter. He was scared and his body trembled half to death.

“And also, we have never been in a relationship as husband and wife is not it?”

Snow. The thing he was so afraid of, suddenly alluded to by Winter. However, that makes it unacceptable for Snow well, because Winter is on the verge of the boundary of consciousness. The man will not remember anything after this, and it will be a bad and painful thing to remember if they part later. Winter never expected her, but would it be wrong for Snow to think they would actually split up in the end?

“Kak, please let me out. I'll make an influence reliever so that the influence of alcohol is not—”

Snow's voice was stifled, stalled in the esophagus when his neck was suddenly gripped. His breath even felt choked and tight when Winter did not go off, it further strengthened the scratches on his neck.

“You want to go? Serve me first as your husband. Then, I'll happily let you out of here.”

Oh naw. It's not okay. Snow returns looking for a crack, but the oxygen in his brain is thinning, making it difficult to think and find a solution for Winter to release himself. Snow could only endure the pain, tightness and pain with his face flushed, while hitting him in a row on Winter's sturdy arm that gripped his neck with one palm.

“Still intending to exit without my permission?”

Snow began to lose strength. Winter is terrible. Snow could have fallen unconscious, or even lost his life from being out of breath.

At the next minute, Winter pulls Snow to his feet, and pushes him into bed.

Snow's self-esteem is hurt. He wanted to do this, but, not in this sad way he had to lose the crown he had been keeping well and prudently.

“Kak. I beg you to wake up and stop.”

“The hypocritical basis.” Winter murmured in a deep and intimidating voice. Instantly the fur of Snow's romance shuddered as their gazes intersected.

As Snow continued to dodge and move away from her, Winter was irritated and grabbed Snow's two ankles and pulled so hard that Snow could do nothing because Winter was oppressing him.

“Please do not like i—mmmph..”

His lips were force-kissed. Snow tries to rebel, however, Winter viciously bites the girl's lips until the girl under her sack grimaces in pain to tears.

“You should not have accepted this matchmaking match*, and let me live happily with Amora.” reflects Winter on the bloody kiss that made Snow stunned by the pain in her lips, as well as her heart.

Winter grinned when he saw Snow cry.

“Why are you crying now? Are you sorry you saw me like this?”

Snow flinching. He just wants to be treated well and reasonably.

“Because you've ruined all my future dreams. Today, you also have to feel the pain of how I pass every second stuck living with you here.”

Snow was crying loudly. He's really scared. In the next second, Snow grew increasingly distrustful of the words that whipped from Winter's lips. So demeaning and stepped on his pride to shatter to pieces, no silence.

“Satisfy me. *****.” []