Page 6 of Snows Sinful Seven

The room he gave me was fit for a queen. The bed was big and comfortable and a fridge stocked with food and drinks. One of the doors leads to an attached bathroom with a tub that looks like it would be perfect for soaking.

I have a TV with hundreds of movies and TV shows, as well as shelves filled with books. It would take a lot for a person to be bored.

But I’m not just any person. I love the outdoors. I’ve always been someone who enjoys hiking, fishing, and camping. I’d always go out with my cousins and then come home dirty.

My parents didn’t mind much while I was growing up. I was out of their way, so they didn’t have to deal with me.

Then I became a woman, and all of a sudden, it wasn’t proper or lady-like behavior. I was forced to stay clean, dress in nice clothes, and attend boring parties with people who only cared about themselves in hopes of finding me a suitor.

Little did I know I’d end up married to the King.

Opening the door slowly, I peek around, seeing if Snow is still there. She wasn’t, no one is, the halls are empty.

My gaze flicks down to a brown paper bag at my feet. Brows furrowing, I pick it up and close the door behind me.

Opening the bag, the smell hits me right away. Hamburger and fries. I groan, excitement filling me as I rush to climb onto my bed and dig into the bag.

I pull everything out, and my mouth waters. I am starving, my belly grumbling as if to point out that fact to me. “Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, moaning again as I lift the burger up and take a bite.

Flavor explodes on my tongue as I eagerly take another bite. Chewing, I swallow, then grab a handful of fries.

The food is a little cold, but I don’t care. Before coming here, my parents would nitpick everything I ate and had me on a diet. I had to make sure I was skinny because, in my father’s words, ‘no man wants a fat woman’.

Fucking asshole. Size shouldn’t matter. Women are beautiful no matter their size. But sadly, a lot of men in our social circle are vain, chauvinistic assholes.

The urge to tell my father I didn’t care what any man thought of me because I wasn’t interested in men period was strong.

I didn’t dare because he would have lost his mind. In his mind, being a woman was not as horrific as being a lesbian woman.

My whole life is a lie. A lie I will die on. How sad is that?

Taking the last bite, I feel a little sad.

The food they serve here is fancy shit that doesn’t taste very good or is all healthy. I haven’t had takeout in years since I was a kid.

Grabbing the garbage, I crumple it in my hand and look at it. She said to hide it, that if it was found she would be in trouble. I don’t like the idea of her getting in trouble for doing something nice for me.

Why did she do this for me in the first place? Why does she care?

From what I’ve seen, she’s a quiet girl, one of few words. She seems kind, but I have yet to have a conversation with her.

I should change that, right? I mean, I am her new stepmother, after all. My face scrunches up in disgust at the idea. How the hell do I have a stepdaughter who is, what, maybe five or six years younger than me? I’m twenty-five. She had to be no older than nineteen, twenty.

My eyes flick over to the door. Should I go find her and thank her? Looking out the window, I decide against it. It’s got to be late.

Tucking the garbage under my mattress, I plan to get rid of it in the morning and properly thank Snow for her act of kindness.

I could have eaten tonight, there were tables and tables filled with food. But knowing I just signed my life away, I didn’t have the stomach for it.

I should have run away like I thought about doing. Only, I didn’t have any money, everything I did have was my father’s. Would sleeping on the streets be better or worse than how I’m living now?

God, I sound so selfish. Here I am, stepping into this luxurious bathroom, about to take a nice long hot soak in the tub, while there are people in nearby towns going hungry, homeless, and unable to afford to live.

Feeling like an asshole, I shut my pity party down and take my bath.

I’ve been submerged long enough for the water to turn cold, and my fingers and toes turn wrinkly; it’s only then do I get out. Slipping into sleepwear, I crawl into bed.

Closing my eyes, my mind wanders to the beautiful girl with snow-white skin and raven-black hair. The girl who seems to be nothing like her father, the girl I find myself wanting to get to know better.

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