An End

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Christopher Kidd stroked the Unicorn's silver mane; tentatively like one would with an abused stray. She was skittish, even in her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered and a miniscule frown creased her brow. Her lips quirked and his groin tightened uncomfortably, his heart even more so. She was so fucking beautiful. He liked this girl. He did.

And that he didn't like.

Christopher stood up and stalked into a darkened corner and poured half a tumbler of golden whiskey. He sniffed it appreciatively and tipped it into his greedy mouth, eyeing the large four-poster where Snow laid darkly. A sinister smile tugged at his sensuous lips.

Then threw the glass tumbler against the wall, shattering it.

Snow awoke with a start, her eyes opaque with sleep; then distrust clouded them further. Now they were positively stormy.

"Get on your knees, princess," he growled with a mocking, demonic glint in his own eyes.

Snow gulped. She was afraid. Fuck, she was afraid. Quivering, she primly righted her spine and smoothed her wrinkled form, eyes downcast.

Fear. Fear.

She glanced at Christopher and her heart sunk.

This was the end.

"Knees, you little whore."

His voice was an animalistic snarl and her heart had been shred.

Snow sunk to her knees and bowed her head. Christopher would interpret the action as submission; and he would like that.....

But she bowed in fervent prayer.

Help me, God. Help me now. You've sent me the devil.

With her head down and lashes fanning her cheek, Snow couldn't see Christopher Kidd's anguished face as he gazed at the creature that haunted his dreams and tortured his body. He couldn't.
Do it.

I can't!
Do it now, Kidd. Show em' whose boss. Fuck her to shreds.

His fists balled and he took a step toward her tiny crouching form. He saw her shiver.

He couldn't.


Snow heard his ragged breathing and her body stilled, her eyes trained on the swirly patterns of the oak floor.

Do it! Touch me, you sick fuck.
Touch me!

Her nipples ached to be moistened by his mouth, her core begging, salivating to be touched with his long, exquisitely talented fingers.

The wood creaked and she felt his tongue sworling the shell of her ear, breath uneven.

"This is so fucking over. "

She felt a soft, fleeting caress on her knobbly spine and the sound of heavy footsteps and then the deafening slam of a door, it's hinges creaking. She slowly  looked up, her breathing hitching.

She was alone.

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