A New Form of Coercion
Editor: Vermillion
Sunlight filtered through the trees of the forest, scattering its rays on the young princess' white dress. Her raven-black hair shone like silky satin. The contrast created by her black hair made it difficult to tell if her dress was whiter or her skin was fairer. Her fine black hair floated around her under the golden rays of the sun. The princess pursed her lips into a thin line as her expression grew darker and darker. A slender woman with a pair of huge skeletal wings stood just a few steps away from Snow White.
"Oh, so there was poison on your lips."
From Snow White's perspective, the loathsome woman in front of her showed an idiotic expression as she wiped her mouth as if nothing had happened. After that woman contemplated her situation for some time, she turned to leave, much to Snow White's chagrin.
"Stop!" Snow White couldn't help shrieking immediately.