AN: MWAHAHAHA
Okay, I'm done.
Not torturing you guys though.
Warning: Non-graphic sexual assault. If you feel uncomfortable or you might be triggered, please don't read.
She tried to calm to rapidly beating heart. That actually just happened. She helped hurt someone, she was responsible for someone's pain. Her stomach felt sick. What's worse is that if it wasn't her then it was herself, and she asked the woman to put up with the Queen's whims for her sake. Did that make her any better than the Queen? Putting herself above someone else, someone who was in a worse position than she was?
That wasn't the brave thing to do. She wasn't brave. She was fucking coward. All those speeches she gave about being courageous, and she was nothing but a fraud. So self-righteous she was, telling people that though it was difficult, bravery was rewarding. She had no right, especially now. She nearly begged this girl, someone she didn't even know was called, to take this for her. And honestly, she wouldn't blame the woman for trying to end her life. And yet this woman embodied that bravery she so much wanted to have.
She rushed into the kitchen and began washing the drying blood off her hands. Tears were streaming down her face.
"Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods," she repeated this over and over again.
A guard nearby chuckled darkly at her. "Looks like you had a run in with our new plaything." He was wiping his hands as well, though there was a bit more glee in his manner. "I hear that she is quite the healer." He leaned back against the wall, unsheathing a hunting knife covered in blood. He pulled a greasy cloth out of a pocket and wiped the blade clean. "Do you recommend?"
Belle glared at him, though it was very unconvincing as she was shaking so hard. He laughed, patting the side of the blade against his thigh.
"Kidding, though it may be fun."
He got close, the smell of death and alcohol on his skin now filling her nose, the blade of the knife pressed against the her temple. "So what about you?"
"What about her, Kennith?" The Queen sauntered in, her hips sashaying. She waved her hand to immobilized him. The guard's eyes were looking around anxiously. She pulled the knife out of his hand. She gave him a wide smile, Belle stepped back horrified. "I thought I told you about how I operate things. You see her." She pointed the blade at her. "She is one of mine. Her, Huntsman, Red, touch one and you have me to deal with, those were my rules." The knife was now hanging in midair, trained on the guard., his eyes wide with fear. "No one, let me repeat, that again, no one is allowed to touch my personal prisoners."
The Huntsman was a prisoner?
The knife was now dragging across the guard's face, blood streaming down his face. Belle turned away. If he could move, she was sure he would be screaming in pain, but he could only watch the blade cut his skin.
Regina smirked, examining her perfect nails. "I don't take insubordination very well. It isn't good to have someone who directly disobeys orders from a monarch." She reached into his chest and pulled out a glowing, beating heart. The immobilization spell wore off, causing the guard to fall and grab at his chest.
"You heartless bitch!"
She laughed. "Really?You are going to call me heartless? Funny considering if I just squeeze," she clenched her finger around the heart, "you become lifeless."
The guard gasped, writhing in pain.
"Now, you're really going to listen to me." She held the heart to her lips, whispering into it. "Grab the knife."
The scared guard did as he was told, reaching for the knife covered in his own blood. He stared at his body, so willing to do something he didn't want to do.
Regina was in her element, so confidently watching this guard while Belle was watching in horror. She wanted to turn away, but she was some sick fascination. Then she realized that she wanted to see him punished. She had become no better than the people she claimed to hate.
In a jerky motion he turned the knife towards himself. "My Queen, please." His other hand was grabbing the handle, the tip inches away from his chest.
She squeezed a bit harder on the heart. "You should have thought about this before you thought you can do whatever the fuck you want."
The blade was touching his shirt. Blood was blooming from underneath as the knife was cutting into him. But before the knife could sink any deeper, Regina crushed his heart.
Dust fell onto the floor alongside his body.
Belle cried out, her body shaking again. "You didn't have to kill him!"
Regina grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. "But I did. And don't think I did it for your sake. I don't like the idea of anyone else playing with my toys." She released her. "You were the Dark One's maid, right? Do me a favor and clean this up." She nudged the guard's lifeless body with her foot, which disappeared in a snap, leaving on a small trail of blood and the crushed remains of his heart.
Her tears splattered against the floor mixing with his blood. Taking the rag he used to clean his knife, she wiped away the blood from the floor.
This was now her life, cleaning up after a monster, only to fall prey to another one.
She wept, crying, mourning the loss of the life she could have had. She didn't need to go with Rumple. Her father didn't force, in fact he begged her to stay, but it seemed that it would save those closest to her, at least in the short term. Now she was assisting in torture and murder.
She longed for her past life, the innocence she lost. Even if she could go back there was no returning what she had lost.
When it was done she hurried to her room.
All she had seen in last few hours was enough to break her.
