Sometimes when you think you hit rock bottom, you sink below the rock.
Well, that's what I think when I'm shoved down the dungeon steps into pitch darkness; stripped naked.
I can't see a thing down here as I hit the wet floor.
I hear a complete silence that would drive anyone mad.
I also smell Snow.
I can't see him, not a single light illuminates the corners of the room or the place he rests.
We're both in complete pitch black and though I smell the wolf, I do not hear him past a light flutter of his breath past his lips.
Snow was poisoned, after all.
I hold my dagger tight and I carefully stand on my two feet.
"Snow?" I call out.
What terrifies me is that the sound of light breathing stops the very moment I speak.
Then, nothing but silence.
Was I imagining noises then a lack of such, already? How quickly could you go insane from fear, no literal light, no hope, with no reason to go on, knowing your face is about to get carved off by morning?
I walk forward a step or two, then I pause, holding the dagger out in front of me. I realise I might walk into him and poke him with the end of it, so I flip it and hold the blade instead. I do so carefully, as one end is not so sharp, more like a kitchen knife than a well refined weapon.
"Snow?" I whisper this time, "Are you awake?"
I turn around in a circle, slowly, my arm out stretched when I feel the hairs on my neck rise.
I walk forward, to where I feel he maybe lurking.
"Snow," I whisper a third time, "This is not a trick, it's me, it's Ellie..." I don't know why I'm helping him.
Lest of all when the dagger in my hand is swiped from me.
Snow takes the handle and he barks laughter from somewhere in front, amused I'd hold the blade towards me rather than to him.
We had to build trust somewhere, didn't we?
"Oh, you stupid child. They told me if I cut out your heart, they'd let me and my pack go free," Snow chuckles as he walks seemingly to the side of me, and then the back.
I spin and stumble to the side, trying not to trip on something I can't see. But so far, it's just cold stone under my feet.
"...your pack... Snow... they're all dead..." I whisper, "Didn't you know?"
"Don't lie to me, Ellie," Snow snarls low, clearly in denial, "The Queen would never kill her prized trophy warriors."
"I saw their skinned fur, and I was forced to eat their candied blood upon apples - I am not lying, Snow, please believe me. I was rather told that if we work together, and we manage to escape, the Queen will allow us freedom to leave. We simply must manage a miracle. How do we get out of here -?"
"We? She would allow me to roam, she's in love with me - why would she let you find freedom in one of her games? You're worthless to her -" Snow growls as I hear him circling me, and I protectively put a hand over my heart.
"No. She wants... to cut off my... face... she wants to steal my face," when I whisper it in a gasp, finally admitting it to myself, my knees wobble and I fall forward, puking everything out. I think I'll just kneel here retching until my heart itself falls out my throat.
It may as well, dying like this would be better than dying by lack of a face.
"Ow!" I whimper as Snow somehow finds my hair and pulls my head back. I'm waiting for the dagger to lie across my throat, but instead he holds me steady while I dry retch again.
I tremble and wait for him to turn on me, at any moment, but all I feel is his odd patience.
"Your... eye?" I whisper next, when I get the chance to.
"Speak up!" Snow snarls down at me, needlessly - he can hear my whisper well enough in this pitch darkness.
"Your eye, what about your left eye?" I ask.
"Still bleeding but it's gone so what does it matter?" Snow growls it low, "Where the hell are your clothes? The Queen wants me to fuck you down here, does she?"
I can not answer that.
Snow releases my hair and I fall forward briefly, before scrambling up.
I try to stand, but my head runs into his hand, the bottom of his palm on my forehead, keeping me down below him.
"Moan like you mean it," Snow murmurs, "We'll get out of here in no time."
"If you fuck me - she'll take my face, Snow -"
"Moan. Loudly. Or scream - but do not worry about a thing. I know this place better than anyone. As soon as that door opens - we're gone. I promise you, Ellie."
"Now you are my friend?" I snap.
"Well my pack is dead so you'll have to do, won't you? Pathetic child -"
"I'm not a child!"
"Prove it," Snow enjoys drawling commands over me while I'm kneeling at his feet.
"Sick beast - you b-bastard - you -"
"I know you're a woman, you idiot - just moan so we can get out of here. You'd think an abused little pet would understand provocation?"
Now that was low.
"I know you used to be a King. I wish I could have seen that," I mean it, as a direct insult.
Snow catches on.
I feel the tip of Snow's finger graze under my chin, which is followed by the end of the 'gifted' dagger. I still as I feel the blade scrape downward, only slicing off air and my nerves as he trails it downward.
He flicks it and I feel a graze, then the sting... and then the blood pooling to the cut on my chest.
"No!" I go to jerk back, but Snow's hand grabs my wrist.
"Louder, Ellie."
"NO!" I do so inadvertently.
Snow slides his hand to mine, pulling out my fingers and pressing the tip of the dagger under a nail. He applies pressure and I lose it, "STOP! OH, PLEASE, GOD NO!" I try to pull back but he just holds it there, seemingly chuffed, "PLEASE SNOW! DON'T! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!"
I gasp and sob dry tears, as the blade suddenly lifts and he gives me a sense of freedom - until the knife pricks a tiny and sudden wound in the centre of my palm instead. The skin is stretched so it's like pinching a nerve.
I scream at the top of my lungs and he lets me go, roaring laughter.
"Perfect," Snow snarls in completeness, as I stumble back and land on my ass.
I hyperventilate, slowly curling into a ball, crying on the cold floor.
The fact I can not see a thing has my body flinching every time I hear any kind of movement.
"I'm sorry I have to do this, Ellie, but it's necessary," Snow is humoured beyond reason as he sits, his hand finding my hair and my head. Before I can jerk away, I'm being hauled over to his lap.
I face the floor as my legs and lower stomach lie over his thighs. I feel a velvet sword pressing to my stomach, his cock, hard, already.
Oh, no.
One arm locks around my neck, to keep me in place.
And then?
Snow's palm lands, simply, on my naked ass, smack... smack... smack.... SMACK!
It's loud, it hurts, it's rough - and it doesn't stop.
Smack, "NO!" Smack, "STOP IT!" Smack, smack, smack! I struggle and Snow holds me tighter, so I scream louder as the spanking continues, "I don't WANT this!"
"You don't have a choice, Ellie - take my cock!" No, no, no, no - was he going to flip me, rape me and -
I can't take the thought of this getting any worse.
I squeal at the top of my lungs while Snow continues to...
...just spank me?
Smack, smack, SMACK!
"Yeah, how do you like this wolf cock, little girl?!" Snow snarls out, continuing to smack me.
In... rhythm - to mimic fucking.
I stop screaming even though the pain is unbearable.
"How much longer?" I whimper out, understanding it now.
"Usually, for any whore, I'd be hours - but your tight little hole is my doom, Ellie - I shall cum now," Snow suddenly beats my ass harder and faster with his palm.
I can't take it, I'm screaming so loud from the pain and then the final - SMACK has the tears bursting out. The last supplies of water in my body must leak out of my eyes.
Snow unhands me and tries to caress my ass better, but I flinch away, whimpering loudly.
"Please," I knew his idea was ingenious. He could have raped me if he preferred. But he didn't. I just didn't know if this was much better.
We both wait; for a door to open.
Instead, there is more silence.
"...you think your job is done yet? Clean me off, Ellie. Take it down your pretty little throat."
"No - !" I play along, although it's not hard with my ass probably all colours of the rainbow from that beating.
"Come here - " Snow somehow finds me again while I'm on my back, he grabs my neck and shoves two fingers past my lips, towards the back of my mouth.
I gag and choke briefly, then he pulls his fingers out and lets me gasp in.
As soon as I do, Snow shoves his fingers to the back of my throat again, but deeper.
"Suck me clean, yes, good girl," Snow is encouraging as I gag louder on his fingers.
He slides them over my quivering tongue, slightly back while I salivate around the salt of his finger pads.
Snow leans forward, towards my ear, speaking quietly, only for me to hear, "...let's hope this works or I'll have to finger your asshole next..." I shake my head and Snow chuckles, "...I swear, Ellie, the moment I'm in the woods, I'm going to fuck you for real, you beautiful fucking animal -" Snow is going to continue this torture, enjoying how my whimpers increase with the threat.
Especially since the whimpers are slightly more... wanting.
But then a hinge sings open.
And light floods the dungeon.
Snow leans forward swiftly over the top of me, his face bloodied, his chest bruised from fighting.
Before I know what's happening, he slaps his hard cock across my cheek - for the guards to see as he stands up while I'm on the floor, looking ravished with spit across my lips.
His dick... just touched my cheek...
"You're presence is r -" required.
The guard can't finish, as Snow lunges, transforming simultaneously into his white wolf as he pounces up the steps.
I somehow get a hit of adrenaline as I jerk up right and sprint after him.
That's it, good girl. Run. Now jump on my back. I hope you don't mind the sight of blood. We may drown in it before we get out of here alive. Are you okay, Ellie?
I reach Snow's side, grabbing onto his white fur, "Yes, I'm okay," I don't know why I say it, let alone mean it - but maybe it's because he's saved my life once again.