Page 27 of Snows Sinful Seven

Rushing back to the bedroom, I gather the sheets and blankets I used, my dirty bra and panties, and the towels to throw them in with my dress. “Alright. How do I work you?” I muse.

For the most part, I’m pretty independent. I didn’t rely on maids or the chef as I got old enough to learn those things for myself.

However, the maids refused to let me touch their equipment, so I’m not too sure how to use a washing machine. It can’t be very hard, can it?

Grabbing the soap, I pour a bunch over the items and close the lid. Squinting, I read the settings. Not knowing what any of them mean, I leave it on the one it’s on now and press start.

Smiling, I nod, feeling proud of myself. “With that done, I could use a bite to eat.”

I feel bad again as I search through their fridge, but I’m so hungry that it hurts. The fruit and crackers I brought just aren’t going to be enough.

“Mhhmm.” I tap my foot as I search the items in the fridge. Not wanting to cook a big meal, I grab the cheese and find some bread on the counter. A grilled cheese will do the trick.

I’m able to whip up my sandwich quickly, and it’s gone in just a few bites. But boy, did it hit the spot.

Seeing the mess I made, I put everything in the sink. I’m about to wash my dishes when I see a bowl filled with apples and an idea strikes.

What’s a better way to say thank you than a nice, fresh, warm apple pie? With luck, they have everything I need to bake one from scratch.

An hour later, I pull the warm delicious pie from the oven and place it on the counter. After I’m done cleaning up and putting away the dishes, I feel another wave of fatigue hit me.

Another nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

I’ll sleep on the couch this time.

Before I lay down, I check on the wash. “Huh.” Everything still looks dirty. Not as bad as before, but my dress is still darker in color. “Another round won’t hurt.” Grabbing the soap, I makesure to put extra to get everything clean this time. “Second time’s the charm.” I hope.

With my eyes growing heavy, I head back into the living room and lie down on their massive couch.

I hope when I wake up, the people who live here are back. I’d hate to just take shelter in their home and not say thanks and my apologies.

Just like the bed, the couch is comfortable. Grabbing the blanket that’s slung over the couch, I wrap myself up in it. The smell hits me, making me groan. This smells different from the blanket in the bedroom but just as good, like pine and peppermint.

The scent has me drifting off, a comforting feeling filling me. Safe. Happy. Warm.

I JOLT AWAKE IN A PANICfrom the nightmare I’d been having. My eyes sting as I think about her. Regina. In my nightmare, the guard has caught her and killed her for treason. I was tied to a chair, forced to watch her die. The fear in her eyes as she screamed for me felt so real.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I shake my head, determined to be rid of those awful images. It was just a dream. Regina is fine. She’s the queen. They wouldn’t have hurt her.

The fact is, I didn’t know that for sure. If my father is ready to kill me, his own daughter, to protect his place on the throne, then I don’t think he would bat an eye when it came to a woman he only married for his image and to gain more power.

I’m not sure how long I was asleep for this time, but I don’t think I can go back to sleep again.

So, I decide to check the washer. While my dress will need to hang dry, everything else could be put into the dryer.

As I’m about to round the corner, I notice something in the hallway. “What is that?” I ask myself, frowning as I bend down to get a better look. “Is that bubbles?”

What on earth would bubbles be doing in the middle of the hallway?

My eyes flick over, looking further down the hallway and I gasp. “Oh no. Oh no, no, no!” I jump to my feet, my hands covering my mouth as I look at the mess in horror. The whole hallway is filled with soap bubbles. “Shit, shit, shit!” You know it’s bad when I’m the one who’s doing the cursing.

Panic fills me, and I start to rush down the hall towards the washer that is now making this loud banging sound. This cannot be good. Oh god, they’re going to kill me.

As I run, I end up slipping. My eyes widen, and I scream as I slide down the hallway at full speed, my arms propelling, trying to prevent me from falling.

“Oh fuck!” I scream as I head straight into the wall, hitting it with a hard thump. I groan as I lay there, head pounding. Blinking my eyes open, I find myself surrounded by bubbles.

I lay there in defeat for a moment before struggling to get to my hands and knees. “No,” I groan as I look at the mess. Thankfully, I’m pretty close to the washer, and after some slip-sliding on my hands and knees, I reach it and turn it off.

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