"A new hire! A new hire!" called the squire, in his young, somewhat English accent. A young girl, no more than twenty, stepped up.

"A hire, at the castle?"

"Yes, madam."

"What's the position?"

Any job at the palace was a great one.

"Serving maid."

Her eyes widened as she quickly asked "Really?"

"Yes, yes."

"Take me!" The young boy totted up to the castle, with the girl in towe.

Once they hiked it up the hill to the castle, the guards let in the squire and the girl. She was appointed the serving maid of their only prisoner. A relativity devilish man who had enough magic power to twist just about anything he pleased. Except escape his royal imprisonment.

She had been his serving maid for close to a week, before he began to beg her to stay, loving every second of human interaction. Especially hers, the beautiful lady she was.

"Please, but I am just a lonely old prisoner, you could spare a moment to stay to speak to me." he would beg, with a radiating grin.

"Oh, why not..." She would then stay for hours. When she finally tried to leave, she tried to get away, but he, once again, begs her to stay. So she began to quickly mutter "I really /can't/ stay..."

"But miss, it's strange out there..." He would reply.

"I really must stray..."

"Oh, give me your hand..."

"But if we're caught, it'll be my head..."

"It'll be mine before yours..." he warned her.

"But I can't risk it..." she would retort.

"Oh yes you can..."

"But sir you don't understand..."

And as his long nails burrowed into her skin, she gulped, as she tore way.

"I will be back, sir."

"Rumpelstiltskin..." He would drawl, correcting her for the first time. "At your service." He flashed her his Cheshire grin.

That was the first time he had told her name, since she took the position. No one knew his name. Except for her, one of a select few.

She quickly muttered "Ah, yes...goodbye." As she left, running through the corridors.

In the morning, she returned with breakfast. He jumped down from his perch on the wall.

"Good morning, Miss..." he was stuck on the /s/. "What have you brought for me, Dearie?"

"See for yourself." she slid his plate through. "What do you want to talk about today?" she asked.

He tore away at his food, as he growled "Much and little."

As he ate and watched her intently, he spoke "I feel alone. Comfortless. I miss /people/."

She gave him an odd stare, as if to say 'And your point?', but she kept silent.

"And I know you have a key to my confinement here..." he tore off a bite of meat.

"I also really like you, Dearie." With a glimmer in his eye, he set down the ham hock he was gnawing away at, and came up to the railing.

"You, Dearie," he stroked her face "are my key."

she asked quietly "Key to what, exactly?"

"Freedom." she gazed at his yellow-hazed eyes.

"You're a complete bat, sir."

"Well at least /you/ have the respect to call me 'Sir.' " he spit out.

With a gleam in his eye, he threw his hand through the steel bars that separated him and the girl, and grabbed her bum.

"Mister!" she yelped.

As she pulled away, he snickered evily, then turned around to go plop himself against the wall on the other side of the cell.

She charged the cell gate, gripping a bar in each hand as she yelled "And what was that?"

"That," he pointed at her "Was the most fun I've had in weeks."

She glared at him, most certainly angry.

"If you so much as touch me in a sexual way again, I-" she was cut off when he said "You'll what, Madam?"

He grinned, a smile that made her heart absolutely flutter. "I-I don't know..."

She was putty in his hands. He got back up, and approached her, for a second go around.

"If by sexual," he grasped the bars. "Would this count?"

He snakily slid his slimy arms around her.

She gulped, as she tried to get her words out. "Erm, Yes." Her eyes were full of fear...and lust. She had quite an attraction to this man, even though he was simply a prisoner, but he was charming, and lovely in every way.

As she tried ever-so-elegantly to get away from his grasp, his grip only got tighter.

"Don't even try it on me, sir..." she moaned. His arms moved further down with each passing second.

Her mind was racing. "Please...stop it." she pushed on his arms, digging in her long nails; Anything to get him to release. She was feeling threatened, if not for her security, but sanity. If this horse play continued, she just might collapse from sheer excitement.

She tried to back away, but he only pulled her closer. With each breath that he heavily panted out, his devious mind grew greater with devilish thoughts of ways to get a rise out of her.

Soon, they heard a call.

"Vora?"

Then Rumpelstiltskin thought aloud "It's the ignorant squire boy..."

They heard him call yet again, "Vora? It's been an hour, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!" she pinched Rumpelt lightly on his chest, he backed away in pain as she ran to meet the bewildered squire boy.

She whispered "I'll be back later." As she took off toward the rest of the castle.

He snickered sickly as he watched her hips sway as she ran off. He knew that she was enjoying their time all-too-well, and could only dream of what he could convince her to do. Maybe even unlock him from his imprisonment, and carry on elsewhere.

He was shaken from his dirty thoughts when he heard a yelp, "John!" he could hear Vora scream, delightfully. His anger grew at a rapid pace, when he knew what the dumb squire was probably doing to /his/ maid.

"That bloody bastard, I'll kill him!" he balled his hand into a fist, and cracked his knuckles. "He will die..."

Rumpelt had anger problems.

He continued to hear their joyful yelps and screams as they ran throughout the castle, only inches above him. He screamed in anger as he shook the rod iron gates.

As he shook and took out his anger, he felt the lock shimmy out of place. That gave him an idea.

"I'll show that little fox what's /really/ coming to him..."

He sneakily slid the bars open, and wandered out of his cell, giggling.

"I'm out," he whispered to himself. "Now I'll just wait." His evil plan would be a great one. It was all just timing.