I want to thank everyone for their support for my one shot of this story, I decided to make it a short story because of that support so thank you. With anything that you try to change, it may seem alittle different and I hope it dosen't dissapoint. This is the first chapter that opens the door for the setting and plot, thank you HighlyIllogical for your input, it was what got me started.

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Belle awoke in the middle of the night, she had heard something. What ever it was had been loud enough to penetrate her dreams. She shivered and rubbed her upper arms with her small, cold hands hoping the movements would warm her.

The dungeon Rumplestiltskin had thrown her in was bitterly cold. She huddled on the stiff, prickly straw that had been provided to keep her seperated from the icy stone floor, but the night air that slipped through her cell like a ghost surrounded her, making the night almost unbearable.

A coughing sound from another cell... that was what had awoken her, she wasn't alone. She climbed to her feet and put her ear to the door of her cell, listening for another sound to confirm her sanity, soon enough she again heard the sound...coughing. Belle tried to smack the door with her hand to make any kind of noise. "Can you hear me?" Belle called out, no one answered. She called out a few more times, beating on the door but no one responded, finally she gave up and went back to her straw, gathering her gown around her, trying to stay warm.

The golden ball gown she wore when she had made her deal with Rumplestiltskin was no match for a cold dungeon. As she sat there she tried to remind herself that she had done this for the safety of her kingdom, her father. It was a comfort, it was the only one she would be getting that night.

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Rumple had to admit, she was indeed exquisite. He had been about to leave, this Maurice or whatever he called himself had nothing in which to tempt him. The lot of them looked like rats aboard a sinking ship. Rumplestiltskin sat perched above them, unseen on the overhanging stone that decorated the enormous room, he looked like a gargoyle only he wasn't there to protect them from danger or evil spirits, he was the evil spirit he thought to himself as a smirk spread across his face.

These fools had invited a war that they only now realized was futile. These were not mortal men they had challanged, but ogres, vicious, deadly things Rumple knew all too well.

His path to the dark powers could be traced back to these creatures. Now he had the power to rid this land of them as well. He had thwarted them before. many people had succumbed to them when he had been human, when he had taken the power he now possessed into himself. He had rid his own lands of them, now they ravaged this one. Many had died, many still would. He had almost died.

He closed his eyes thinking of his narrow escape, how he had drug his shredded leg back to his village, to his wife who never forgave him, to his young son who bore the brunt of his shame, shame for living, for surviving when so many others had perished. Even now dreams of his inprisonment plagued him. How they would saw and rip the limbs of thier victims off. The screams of the men and women as they were drug from thier cages. Rumple himself almost lost his own leg that way. As he was drug out , his hand caught hold of a part of his cage, a long spiked piece of wood broke off and with it he drove it into the creature's eye as it ripped at his leg, he killed it allowing him to escape to freedom, only to be put in another cage, the cage of a coward. A cage his family had also shared, all because he had escaped a horrifying fate.

A door opening caused him to open his eyes. A young girl had entered the room. His eyes followed her as she rushed to her father's side. So, the old man did have something of value after all. Perhaps he would stay. This beauty, this prize stirred emotions and appetites in him long forgotten, but his mind and body responded and rapidly so to her comeliness.

Desires long gone suddenly returned with a vengence. His cock twitched with a life of it's own, causing a sweet pulling, deep inside of him. He drank in the sight of her. Long lusterous hair that curled down her back, Her silken gown was cut low, baring her milky white shoulders and long slender arms, pert breasts were barely hidden in her silky attire, giving him a most advantageous view from his perch above her father. NO, he would stay and his price was absolute. Never taking his eyes off his newly found prize he flicked his long finger at the door and a resounding knock alerted all to his arrival.

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Belle's red rimmed eyes opened as the latch on her door unlocked. She tried to lift her head, it seemed so heavy as she turned toward the entrance to see him. He looked angry, disgusted, what had she done? Hadn't she gave him what he had wanted, had asked for? She had come of her own free will, she hadn't known what her fate would be, giving herself to this monster, but she knew it wouldn't be pleasant. She had volunteered never the less. She would bravely face whatever was to come.

She had seen the way he had looked at her, a sharp fleeting glance, no one had caught it, but she had seen it. The man her father had chosen for her to marry looked at her that way. He too had done it secretly, it caused shivers to crawl up Belle's back. Her beauty and status made her prey to men, apparently all kinds she thought to herself.

"Get up Princess, we have alot to do and I've no time for your delicate sensibilities this morning," Belle climbed to her feet and followed Rumple out of her cell and up the stairs, daring a look behind her at the cell across from her own where she was sure the coughing had originated.

As he barked his orders, Belle noticed that his eyes never strayed to her even once and the grimace never left his face. He moved from room to room explaining to her as if she were a child what was expected. She plucked up the courage to ask him a question, interrupting him, "Who is in the room across from mine, I think he might be dreadfully sick, I..."

In a fraction of a second Rumplestiltskin caught hold of her arm and had her pinned her against the wall at her back. He gripped her so tightly Belle was sure his nails had pierced her skin and blood must surely be running freely down her arm. "Your job is to work, not worry about who is in my dungeon dearie, unless you'd like to share in their fate." Belle closed her eyes and bit her lip in an effort to calm her breathing, turning her head away from his hot breath on her face. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry , although she could feel her tears threatning.

Rumple let go of her but held his ground, taking the opportunity to view her obvious beauty up close. Her hand immediately covered the spot on her arm he had offended as she felt the small cuts his nails had made in her delicate skin, she had bled but not too much.

His eyes were all but mesmerized by the rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing tried desperatly to return to it's normal pattern. Although she kept her eyes tightly shut, chewing her bottom lip in a futile effort not to make a sound she could feel the heat of his body that was so close to her own. So, she didn't want to cry out did she? He bet he could ellicite a sound out of her as his nail traced a line down her shoulder. Her resolve broke as he lightly trailed his finger over her breast where the gown hugged against it. He smiled when her whimper of defeat hit his ears. "Don't cross me dearie, this willl be your one and only warning, what's in the dungeon will die soon enough for his crimes, but you will beg for death for any mistakes you make, are we clear?"

Belle nodded but couldn't bring herself to look at him, not when he stood so close, tracing invisible flowing lines across her chest. she could feel his breath on her skin. "I'll will be in the main hall and I expect my tea" he stepped back, tapping his finger to his jaw as if he were contemplating something,"NOW, so I suggest you get moving." Belle ran to the kitchen as he dismissed her.