Marrying a Monster (Girl)-[Very Short]

This is yandere.  Please feel free to imagine the girl of your choosing. EDIT: Girl is now shirohebi for sequel purposes
Play for effect: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tDYMayp6Dk
The immaculate white doors before you opened up, prompting Mendelssohn's Wedding March.  The filled cathedral before you nearly blinded you as light shone through the serene and stained windows.  As you hesitated for merely a second, her guards that were on either side of you prodded you forward, not giving you enough time to even grunt in discomfort.  The presence and clinking of your chains were juxtaposed to the tuxedo you were wearing, as you looked like a defendant headed to court.  Unfortunately, you were already a prisoner, but not lucky enough to be in the state's prison.

You were in hers.  She was already by the altar, veiled and wearing what anybody else would call the most beautiful wedding dress ever to grace a person, human or otherwise.  However, even behind her veil you could see her merciless and soulless eyes watching your every move and her cruel and twisted grin appear as you came forward.  As you looked over to your family members to your right, all of their gazes were towards the ground as they couldn't bear to look at you.  To your left, you saw the shirohebi matrons that preceded her along with their docile and broken partners.

Your legs began to freeze the closer you got to her, as the trauma that she had induced upon you began to resurface.  Soon you fell to your knees, prompting her guards to pick you up and force your presence at the altar.  Once you were finally present, the minister began to stoically dictate 'your vows' and soon looked at you before asking, "And do you agree to take her as your lawfully wedded wife, holding her heart and being as important, if not more, than your own?"

A pause.  You didn't want to just accept this, you wanted out. You wanted to just scream and turn, asking for somebody, anybody, to rescue you from this. Just as you were about to open your mouth and plead one last time for any help, she spoke softly, almost angelically:  "He does."

The minister then resumed.  "I now pronounce you man and wife."  He turned to her.  "You may now kiss the groom."

As the guards moved your hands for you to unveil her, she leaned in with sadistic alacrity as she forced her mouth unto yours.  You could only shut your eyes and quietly whimper as her long tongue invaded your mouth.  This wasn't the first time she had violated you and, realization finally settling in, it definitely wouldn't be the last.  As she tenderly broke the lock on your mouth, she made sure to lick the whole rim of your lips as she pulled away.

Soon you were being dragged along side her as she pulled on a leash attached to your shackles.  As you two made your way outside to the clamor of her family, you fell to your knees in shock while she threw her bouquet.  The next moment she stood over you, her immaculate serpentine figure casting a dark shadow over you as she blotted out the sun.  She slowly leaned down to your ear to say five terrifying words:  "'Till Death do us part."