The reason this story was created was because there are no M rated Pied Piper stories. The character in this is a fairy tale my cousin told me a long time ago, if anyone wants to hear the story, message me and I will reveal it. I own nothing, the song is Whisper by Evanescence

Once upon a time, in a kingdom called Far Far Away, a man named Rumplestiltskin ruled with an iron fist and an army of witches. In this kingdom, many people were homeless and sick. But this is the tale of one girl, who's life was about to be changed forever when someone asked Rumplestiltskin for a special payment.

She was an average sixteen year old girl, long brown hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin from being in the sun picking vegetables and walking through the forest. Her long sleeved dress was a simple red and her shoes a soft leather. There was something extraordinary about her. Her voice. She could sing so beautifully, that she lulled even the most ornery babies to sleep and animals danced around her. Even when she hummed it was like magic. But she watched as sorrow after sorrow slammed into her family. Her father would come home drunk and beat her and her mother every night. Her older brother ran away from home. The newest member of her family was killed before it even had a chance to be birthed. Her father wouldn't allow her to marry off, he wanted her there to cook and clean, so he would attack and beat any males that came for her hand. She couldn't run away in fear of leaving her mother alone to die. There was only one way to relieve the sadness she felt inside, but it made her sad to see her mother look at the cuts and scars on her arms. She hoped that maybe something would make her father decide to change back to before the alcohol. One day, a bunch of witches came to her home, offering her father a lot of money for her, saying that the king wanted her for something. Her father gladly took the money and shoved her out the door, not even letting the mother know her daughter was sold. The girl was dragged away to the large castle and thrown into a small dirty cell. She was terrified and couldn't figure out why this was happening to her. A flute was playing faintly somewhere and a loud squeaky voice shouted, "Looks like it's time to pay the piper. Grizelda, seriously! It's time to pay the piper! Go get her!"
The door she was thrown into was opened and a witch grabbed her by the arm, "Come meet your new master."
She looked at the witch, "I'm not a slave!"
The witch just dragged her out of the cell and into a room, where she was pushed roughly to the ground. A short man, who she recognized as Rumplestiltskin, walked up to her and grabbed her chin, moving her head from side to side, "I don't see why you want her so bad Piper. She isn't exactly beautiful. Not ugly, but not a vixen." A flute played quickly in response, then he grinned widely, "She can sing? Hm, sing for us slave." She looked at him and looked away, not answering, but not singing. Rumplestiltskin slapped her, "I gave you an order!" The flute flared again, this time an angry tune. "She needs to be taught Piper. Now sing!"
Taking a deep breath, she decided on what to sing and started, "Catch me as I fall. Say you're here and it's all over now. Speaking to the atmosphere. No one's here and I fall into myself. This truth drives me into madness. I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away.
Don't turn away
Don't give in to the pain
Don't try to hide
Though they're screaming your name
Don't close your eyes
God knows what lies behind them
Don't turn out the light
Never sleep never die
I'm frightened by what I see
But somehow I know that there's much more to come
Immobilized by my fear, and soon to be blinded by tears. I can stop the pain if I will it all away.
Don't turn away
Don't give in to the pain
Don't try to hide
Though they're screaming your name
Don't close your eyes
God knows what lies behind them
Don't turn out the light
Never sleep never die
Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
She beckons me shall I give in
upon my end shall I begin
Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end."
Looking around, she saw smiles of serenity, before Rumple spoke up, "It's a little dark, but it was beautiful. I understand why you want her now Piper. Maybe I can pay you some other way and keep her as my little song bird?" The flute flared furiously, making that a definite no. "Alright, alright. Take her. But make sure you keep your end of the bargain."
The Pied Piper stepped out of the shadows and looked down at the girl. He started playing his flute and, against her will, she stood up and started to follow him out. Tears prickled in her eyes as she was led out of the castle, she felt his dark blue eyes on her the entire time, and watched him as he carefully led her into a carrige. He was tall and lithe and was clad in black and purple, with a red feather in his hat, which covered short dark brown hair. Long pale fingers played the flute he held expertly. He was handsome, no denying that, but she hated him at that moment. She was released from the tune of the flute and she pushed as far away from him as she could. He sat there, watching her carefully, then lifted the flute to his lips and played a small tune. It was a short one and for some strange reason, the girl heard the question, "What is your name?" Looking away, she stayed silent. The flute played again, "Tell me, it will be alright."
She glared at him, "No it won't. I was sold by my drunk father and taken away from my mother, who may very well be killed tonight. I was called a slave and then forced to sing, then just given away like an animal! Why does it even matter if you know my name, when I will just be there to sing for you?"
His eyes never wavered from her and the flute played again, "That's not all I want you for. I first saw you out in your field, planting and singing. The seeds that you had just planted started sprouting as soon as you put them in the earth. I fell in love with you."
She crossed her arms and looked out the window of the carriage, "You didn't fall in love with me, you fell in love with my voice! You took me away from my home!"
"I believe we both know that was not a home." She stayed silent. The carriage rolled to a stop and he climbed out and offered a hand to her. Ignoring his hand, she slid out and looked at the house in front of her. It was a moderately sized house, with a small garden in the front. Frowning, she shook her head slowly, "I don't want to be here." The flute played again and she found herself walking up to the house. She glared at him after she entered the house, "So you are just going to do that everytime I say I want to leave?"
An affirmative tune.
She sighed and stood up, "Fine. I'll stay."
He smiled at her, a soft apologetic smile, and then led her to a small room. The walls were a pretty deep red color with a dark wooden trim that matched the floor. There was a full sized bed with a cover that was the same deep red as the walls with a soft looking pillow at the top. There was a small dresser on one wall, a vanity mirror on the other, and a small table next to the bed. A flower was sitting in a glass pitcher on the table, a beautiful red rose. She looked back at him, "Why are you doing this to me?"
A look of confusion flitted across his dark blue eyes, before he turned around and fluted, "I have a job that needs to be done. I should be back before sunrise."
And with that, he closed her door. She heard it lock and checked to see if it was really locked before going and sitting down on the bed. Laying down, she stared at the ceiling and let the held in tears out, crying herself to sleep.

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