The Wedding Maze
WM 15 |DAY MINUS SIX-25|

Snow knew all this would happen, sooner or later. But he never expected at all if he would accept with a situation that he did not expect at all. Being treated and considered like a cheap woman, was certainly not something Snow could imagine.

His bead suddenly opened wide after a few minutes of sleep. The dim ceiling of the room became the first sight to greet his vision. As if he was being laughed at, Snow felt a faint feeling of greeting the recesses of his severely injured heart.

What happened a few minutes ago, is not the sexual relationship that is done by husband and wife. Snow is forced to do so after receiving the title Bi*tch from Winter's lips. Embarrassing right? She is considered a lazy woman who can serve the sexual needs of men by buying.

Snow was anxious to cry, but his tears had dried up since the terrible event had just happened to him. His brain stored that memory as something he no longer wanted to do. Snow felt traumah.

He got up slowly. Occasionally grimacing without sound feels his body like crushed, crumbled dimly with the center of the body that feels pain and pain instead of playing. His head was dizzy, his stomach still felt nauseous because the aroma of alcohol was now not only from Winter's body, but also himself. Indirectly, the smell moved when Winter touched it earlier.

With a careful movement, Snow went down the bed and picked up one by one the torn clothes and lay scattered on the floor, then walked limped out of Winter's room to return to her own room.

There, the iPad screen that he used to finish the job is still on. The room lights are also still bright. Snow continued walking with his legs shaken in pain to get to the bathroom. For a moment, he glanced at the wall clock on the bed. Two o'clock in the morning.

Oh God. Actually, what the hell is going on today? Why would he treat me like a lowly woman who deserves all this?

Snow continued to grow.

Arriving in the bathroom, Snow sat on a closet, staring blankly at the glass wall that became a barrier with the location of the bathtub is located. His head lowered, and his bead could clearly see Winter's former treatment of him. There were many marks on his chest, thighs, or even other parts of his body that Snow's vision could not reach.

Snow's palms moved to touch her sore lips, and the tears suddenly burst from her swollen eyelids.

With a soft and silent voice he cried. Raise both feet above the toilet and curl up to hide his pitiful face inside. One thin hand hit the chest that felt pain.

***

Winter gasped slowly as his sanity re-gathered. Last thing he remembered, he came home dizzy-headed from downing a glass of whisky with his best friend at a bar while talking about business that leads to personal problems. He told me about the marriage he had with Snow. Then he also began to tell about the return of Amora's status as a lover behind Snow.

His eyes widened as the blanket blushed from his body that was not wrapped in anything. The center of his body felt a little sore and pained, and also he saw there were some red patches in the middle of the bed. Resembling blood.

Winter frowned. He recalled the incident after he got home, but nil. There was nothing he could remember after he took off the shirt that had been hit by his own vomit when getting off the car when he got home.

“Sh*it!!” his comments were loud, grabbing trousers and**************** which was cold on the floor in a nimble motion, then looking for makeshift clothes he could use out of the room to make sure something.

Snow. The girl became the goal of her first move.

Winter pushed hard against Snow's bedroom door, and found no one there. Only empty rooms were neatly arranged and the soft vanilla scent typical of a Snow greeted his nose.

Don't stop there, Winter's headed for the kitchen. Usually Snow will be busy cooking breakfast for him to eat before leaving for work at the hour like now. Niente. Snow is nowhere, including the backyard, terrace, and several other places that Snow usually uses to pass the day, including the Gazebo which also looks empty. Until Winter's gaze was fixed on a sticky note that was stuck on top of a rice cover that had been dewy when he stepped back in.

Brother don't forget breakfast, I've cooked a little for sister's breakfast. Maybe I'll be home a little late, there's something I need to do outside. And for dinner tonight, I'll just buy ready-to-eat food. Brother please have dinner outside, and don't wait for me. I'm going home very late.

Snow.

Winter's stunned. He's made a big mistake. Winter is not a child and he clearly knows the red patches on his bed sheet earlier, must be Snow's. Virgin blood, maybe that's the name he's heard from his best friend. And now, the girl was trying to dodge from him.

Winter squeezed the sticky note in his hand to formless. His brain suddenly could not think clearly. Snow's face continued to dance in Winter's eyes. Winter's head was thrown back. He even squeezed out his frustrated mane that was still a mess and snorted annoyed at himself.

“Stupid!” she felt foolish to have slept with Snow after promising Amora that she would never touch anyone but her lover. He suddenly felt like the most jerk alive in the world. How not. He has a lover, but marries another woman, and as it happens, he fucks the woman who becomes his wife when he decides to make her lover the single most precious person in his life. What a jerk, right?

Then, with the jaws hardened and the palms clenched tightly, Winter asserted. “You won't be able to run away from me, Snow White. You are mine.”[]