The sunlight shone through the stain glassed window onto the sleeping girl's face. A short man with a wizened face tore open the door. "Belle! Belle! The bookstore is open! Ready to go?" The girl jolted up. Her brown hair settled in around her ears and she grinned. "Of course, Daddy!"
After Belle was dressed in her plain blue dress, she and her father walked into their small village. Men leaning in the alleyways whistled and catcalled to her. Her father, Maurice screamed back "You hooligans!" Belle stopped her father. "Daddy, that's okay. You don't have to do that." Maurice shook his head. "It's not right. It wasn't like that back in my day." Belle hugged her father. "But, Daddy, you'll arrange my marriage anyways. It doesn't matter what happens now." Maurice looked into his daughter's trusting chocolaty eyes. "But I will only arrange a marriage if you love him." Belle grabbed her father's hand and walked into the library. A gaggle of women watched from a nearby perfume store. "Is that the weird girl, Belle? Is she really in a library again?" One girl asked. Another chorused in, "Oh my god, I hate her so much." Suddenly, a tall, black haired youth strolled past the store. "Hello ladies. How you doin?" The girls all blushed. "Hi Gaston!" The girls tried to reach out to stroke his bulbous muscles, but he kept walking towards the bookstore. The girls huffed in frustration. "I bet he's after that girl Belle. She's pretty, but totally a whore, right girls?" The other girls nodded. "Totally."
Inside the bookstore, Belle climbed a ladder to reach a purple covered book. A silk bookmark fell lightly out of the book and her eyes tore across the page rapidly, her mind a tornado ripping out knowledge. Maurice walked over to her. "Belle, would you like that book?" Belle smiled, but shook her head. "Daddy, money is tight, we can't afford it." Maurice grinned back, took the book, and walked towards the desk. Belle heard a whisper behind her. "Now, something else that is tight is your booty. How about captain winky and I loosen that up for you?" She twisted around and tried to slap him, but Gaston stopped her wrist in midair. "Oh, go fuck yourself Gaston." Gaston winked at her and grabbed her waist again. "I was hoping you would do it for me, sweet cheeks." Belle jumped off the ladder. "Belle, you want a taste of my croissant, oui, oui? Baby, you should see how much it curves for you." Belle looked away disgusted as Gaston did pelvic thrusts against her. "Oh, come on Belle. Marry me! Our sons would be strong like me, and our daughters beautiful like you!" Belle scowled. "And all of them imaginary." Maurice walked over. "Ready to go Belle?" Belle glared at Gaston and walked out in a huff.
Gaston looked down and sighed at the rejection. A fuzzily headed fellow strolled over and saw Gaston. "Why don't you just give her up, Gaston? Go get it on with the many other girls who wish to take a bit of your stinky pickle?" Gaston grabbed the neck of the lad and felt his Adam's apple bounce back and forth. "Aren't I the best?" The boy nodded. "Yeah, but…" Gaston bitch slapped the trapped victim's face with the strength of a hundred men. . "Don't I deserve the best?" The boy shrieked in agreement and Gaston cut his throat with a convenient butcher's knife that was in his pocket. The townspeople continued walking, not noticing, as Gaston gathered the blood of his victim. "Ah, this will make a fabulous cologne for the fabulous me! Only Belle shall have my stinky pickle…in marriage. But for now…ladies!" Gaston's blood covered hands split, one opening the door and the other pocketing the blood bottle in his shirt pocket. Gaston fell into the arms of a dozen prostitutes, who dragged him into the brothel and went to work on him right away. Heavy breathing soon filled the room and Gaston felt the prostitutes sweaty bodies wriggling around him under the covers and his schlong impaled them all, for a full day before he rose again.