Belle grunted in pain as he drug her by the arm into his castle. He had asked for her to come with him forever in exchange for saving her kingdom, her people and she had accepted...but now, she wonders did she do the right thing? She didn't want to marry Gaston, didn't want to live her life as an insignificant woman locked in a tower, knitting and giving birth to little clones of her husband for the rest of her life. Instead she had decided on a moments decision to go live with a known monster, a tricky thief who steals children for their hides, who kills the innocent and who knows what else.
He doesn't look happy with his reward Belle notices as he drags her along down a corridor, where are they going? where is he taking her? She trips once, twice, but he hauls her to her feet once more, roughly, cruelly as if he has no time for a soft, timid princess. Belle wants to free her wrist, she tries to jerk out of his hand, it doesn't budge. He lets a sly grin creep up at the corner of his dark stained lips. Belle swallows hard when they at last reach a large wooden door.
He turns to her and smiles. "What is this room?" Belle asks, not recognizing the sound of her own frightened voice as she warily eyes the door.
"What would you like it to be princess?" His voice is high-pitched and he sounds like a he is asking her a trick question, there is no safe answer. If she answers the question "Is it the door out" then her people will die. She eyes the door once more before looking back at the large reptilian eyes, but they are focused on her reviling gown, her bodice is ripped slightly from her fall, the gown is tight, it is ruined, she chances an answer, hoping it is what he wants to hear.
"Is this my room?" Rumpelstiltskin laughs then, its sound is hollow, it scares her, she realizes only then that he is insane.
"Yes princess, we will call this your room." He undid the latch and swung open the door. The torches blazed to life in the room, giving her a wide view of the cubicle before her. Her eyes widened as she took a look around. He gave her arm a small sharp tug as he walked into the room before her. It looked more like some soft of torture chamber. A large stone slab lay in the middle of the smallish room. It was down under his castle, in the dungeon. Shackles lay on the slab, two at the top and two at the bottom. Belle shrank back almost curling into his back as he stepped forward, she didn't want to see anymore. She squeezed her eyes shut as small tears leaked out of the corners in silent fear.
"How do you like it so far?" Belle whimpered softly when he turned to her, she dared a peak once more as he watched her. The wall was covered with torture devices. whips and scourges. Knives and swords, all hung with delicate precision along the large cold stones that made up Dark Castle. He giggled at her expression of horror.
"Go ahead, take a look around, get yourself acquainted." His voice sent shivers down her spine, he meant her harm, he watched as she fought with herself not to try to flee from him. He could tell her every thought.
"If you run, I will catch you little fly." Belle bit her lip to the point that she tasted blood, trying not to cry or scream, she was in hell. She had chosen to take her kingdom's place in a place of torment.
Do the brave thing and bravery will follow.
"What are you going to do to me here?" She cringed at his manic laugh. Her words had sparked in him, she didn't see what was so funny as she watched him.
"Everything princess, I'm going to do everything to you. You are mine to do with what I wish, and I will have my fun." Belle stifled a cry when he lunged at her, capturing her around her waist, hauling her close. His breath was hot on her skin, she could feel his black nails scratch at the soft material of her bodice as they pulled at the rip in her gown, widening it.
She felt his greasy hands tangle in her thick hair, pulling her head back baring her throat to him. She closed her eyes and trembled violently as he bent his face toward her neck. She felt the tip of his nose, as it ran along the flesh of her throat, its cold tip breathing in her scent.
"Umm, You smell so good princess, it's been a long time since I smelled such fresh, young skin." Belle whimpered. Her body was contorted unnaturally, it hurt, but she knew better than to struggle whilst he had her in his clutches. She cried out when she felt his wet, hot tongue snake out and lick her porcelain skin. "You taste like sugar my sweet, my new favorite toy." Belle clutched at his arms in a desperate attempt to steady herself. Her legs were buckling, she was going to faint she was sure. What had she done.
His arm reached down and his strong hand gripped at her bottom, pressing her against him, she could feel every inch of his body pressed to hers. he was engorged, she could feel it. His hand squeezed at her bottom through her dress, thankfully her several layers of clothing prevented him from venturing further than he was, Belle tried to struggle away but she was pressed to tightly to him, there was no where to go but where he led. He continued to ravage her throat, sucking on the flesh as if he wished to devour her. Small strawberries formed against her white skin as he sucked the blood to the surface, marking her his own.
The smell of dirt and grim filled Belle's nostrils, she wanted to gag. His greasy hair tickled her face as he feasted on the flesh of her throat. His mouth worked its way down her collar-bone on its way to the top of her breast. Belle's grunts of protest filled his ears but he cared not as he took his fill of the beauty in his arms. He pushed her against the slab of granite in the center of the room. She gasped when he pushed back on it. Belle fell back, her flawless skin scraping against the surface.
She dared not fight as his hand clasped loosely around her bruised throat. She whimpered as he gently pushed against her, bidding her to lay back, she was helpless to anything other than obey as she eased her back against the cold bed.