alright... This chapter may suggest alittle violence so if your squeamish then look away, it's not going to be as bad as you think, mostly it will contain the plot, and the imagination, trust me Belle will be fine in the end. (no pun intended) I have to throw it in there somewhere. I wanted to throw a bone to the crazy anal guest that needed it ! You probably won't be satisfied with what I've done but It's about all I want to put in here, perhaps another scene for you before it's done, I'm not promising anything though, it depends on what kind of reaction I get, so please read and review. Trying to please everyone can be a bitch sometimes, so sorry if this chapter displeases you, but here it goes!
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The beauty stood at the window,hugging herself as she stared out at the cold. The dusk was settling over the land like an icy blanket stretching out far and wide, blocking out any sun.
Rumplestiltskin had been gone for too many days and who knew how many more still lay ahead. She felt very small in the huge castle. There didn't seem any point to climb the massive staircase at night so she just slept in the main hall, choosing instead to snuggle up on the couch that sat close to the fire place. It seemed warmer in this part of the castle anyway where she could read the books she had stumbled upon while cleaning.
He had given her a list of rooms to work on and one of them happened to be a very impressive library, she hoped he wouldn't mind her borrowing a few books to keep her wondering mind busy at night. The rooms on his list were soon vanquished which left Belle time to try to improve her cooking skills.
She scanned the kitchen for any books that might contain recipes that might shine a light on her limited world of preparing meals. A sence of elation washed over her when she uncovered a small book full of recipes of breads and pastries, well it would have to do. flour and eggs covered the butcher's block untill she was satisfied with a cake recipe that she was sure that this time would taste like it should, that is if she didn't burn it yet again. All the pans were ruined with burnt specks of different kinds of cake in them and the only one left was a pan for a minature cake. Belle shrugged her shoulders and resigned herself to giving it a try. While the cake baked Belle made the frosting. It turned out delicious on the first try, apparently she was better at the frosting than she thought. Soon the little cake was done and it looked perfect and smelled even better as it came out. After it cooled Belle frosted it and sat it in the pie safe under glass to give to her master, maybe this would put a smile on that morose face of his, it couldn't hurt to try she thought as she drew a smiling face into the frosting, it might even sweeten him up a bit. Belle giggled at her own humor as she put the little cake away for Rumplestiltskin.
It wasn't quite dark yet as she stared out the window but it was inching quickly across the expanse. She wondered how her Papa was doing, she wondered if he missed her as much as she missed hm. She could feel tears well up behind her eyes, threatning to over flow but she wiped them away before they had a chance to fall. She had given her word to her new master and even though things had gone not exactly to her liking, she would continue here as promised. Besides, her father would never allow her to come back now, Belle let out a heavy sigh...now that she had been ruined by a monster.
She finally gave up her position at the window to sit on her make shift bed downstairs, pulling her feet up under her she tried to read. She scanned through the pages but it was no use, she felt too restless. Snapping the book closed she wondered when he would return, perhaps it would be tonight. Part of her hoped he would, even though his kind moments were few she preferred it to this deafning solitude.
Belle let out a sigh as she reached for her cup of tea only to realise it had grown cold. There was no sense in making more, it was just too much trouble, maybe it was time to lie down and get some sleep. She sat down the cold cup and gathered her blanket around her preparing for a long night. She squirmed restlessly under the cover trying to get comfortable. Perhaps she should have just returned to her bed, but so many memories of him in there from the other night plagued her. The thought of his warm hands on her made goosebumps rise up on her flesh and his warm mouth tasting between her legs... she didn't even know men and women did that. She wondered if he would make her do that for him, what he would taste like if she did. Stop thinking about it Belle she moaned to herself, well brought up ladies didn't think such perverted thoughts. That night had awakened carnal desires in her that now plagued her relentlessly, what had he done to her? Trapping her here only to ravage her body and then the most horrifying of all, that explosion inside her, deep in her belly. She had never experienced something so earth shattering before, and now worst of all she wanted it to happen again. she closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep.
Just then a sound alerted her, jolting her wide awake, was it him? Belle jumped to her feet in fear, what if it wasn't, was it the old man in the dungeon? She had checked on him repeatedly and fixed him a warm meal. She had stayed as long as she could, reading him a story and pushing a few blankets through the hole in the door for his comfort. He was very sweet and it made her mad that he was being treated like that. she had slipped him one of her less than perfect cakes and he had been most gracious as he ate it, Belle was sure he was only being kind, it had looked awful and couldn't have tasted much better.
No, this was comming from the main doors in the frount hall, what if it were intruders, there was no one to protect her, oh were was Rumplestiltskin when she needed him. She frantically looked around for at least some sort of weapon that might make her feel safer when her eyes settled on a coat of armor standing in the corner. There happened to be a sword in the sheath straped to the side, she ran over at the coaxing of yet another rustling of sound at the frount doors and pulling the sword out which was very heavy, she half drug it with her to inspect. It could be him but he would not stop at his own frount door, that would be ridicilous. Her hands shook as she tried to hold the heavy sword up, what would she do. Should she hide? Perhaps go into the dungeons with Geppetto? Oh, where was he at when she might actually need him. With a silent prayer to the gods and an unsure hand she reached for the door.
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The blistery wind made it hard for the little crickett to complete his task. The faries had graciously supplied a coating of magical dust to the large bag Jimini now frantically sought to hold onto. It danced in the wind, bobbing away as if tryng to escape. The rope attached made it seem more like a ballon than a bag holding two marionettes.
Jimini Crickett fervently hoped that the plan that had been concocted would prove sucessful as he waited, not so patiently for Rumple's little slave girl to answer the door. Hopefully it was her and not Him otherwise all would be for nothing.
The little crickett had been furious when Rumplestiltskin had said his property had been stolen. How can one steal thier own parents? That's what they had been doing there, they knew it was a dangerous mission but necessary. Geppetto just wanted to reclaim what was rightfully his, it had all been Jimini's fault to begin with.
He had barderd for a potion from Rumple to rid him of his own parents who were no good lying thieves. Jimini just couldn't live like that another day, stealing and outwitting innocent people. Somehow the curse had ended up on Geppetto's parents instead. They would forever be trapped into the form of two puppets... locked in a hell for all eternity.
Rumple had come by Gepetto's house that fateful night to collect his prizes, it hadn't mattered to him that it wasn't the right couple that had suffered the blunt of his potion, those things mattered not to the dark one. Gepetto had been but a small boy, so vunerable back then , too young to become an orphan. The blue fairy had made Jimini into a crickett, this way he could be free of his parents and free to do what his heart desired, to help the little boy he had wronged.
They had managed to survive, taking care of one another. Geppetto had been challanging at times but he was a good boy and they had somehow made it work all these years.
Jimini hoped that Belle would allow him to come in, for it was cold and he didn't know how much longer he could manage the increasingly heavy sack, the dust was wearing off and the weight was beginning to come back. He made as much noise as possible in hopes that he would be heard, but nothing. He turned around to gaze off to the tree line where his friend that had volunteered to help hide, please let it work this time he thought. He had broke in once before but Geppetto had fallen into the dark ones trap and been caught while Jimini had made away with the cursed puppets, but this time the dark one was far away and his plan was much more fool proof... well if all involved cooperated that is.
The crickett was surprised that Rumplestiltskin had choose to barter at all, but his deal was grim for the old man. Jimini had hidden the puppets with the blue fairy for safe keeping while he tried to get his friend back. Hopefully the girl would see reason but if not he had a pocket full of sleeping dust that would take care of her.
Jimini stepped back as the young beautiful girl answered his plea for entrance. Things were going according to plan, He knew that Rumple was gone, this was the perfect time. He had cased the dark castle for weeks, sneaking around unnoticed on the grounds, peaking through windows, trying to find a way into the dungeons and he had seen the girl living there. He didn't know her story but his mission was to save his friend, what ever the cost. He just hoped leaving the puppets behind would appease the sorcerer so that his revenge would be softened, this had to work.
Belle looked down at the crickett with the floating bag at her feet in surprise, she remembered Rumplestiltskin mentioning something about a crickett days ago but she hadn't thought he had meant it, he was always using metaphors. They stared at each other for a few moments before the beauty spoke. "Who are you?"
"I have come to talk with the dark one, he is expecting me."
Jimini tried to stand as tall as his five inches would allow, hoping the girl would let him in out of the cold, he really didn't want to do this out here, who knows what may be lurking around. Belle looked out in the courtyard of the castle, frightned that someone might be with the little cricket. she didn't want to give away that Rumplestiltskin was not here at the moment for fear what she might be unleashing. She looked down at the crickett and smiled, surely this little thing meant no harm and besides he looked cold, she couldn't just let him freeze. " Please come in, your bag is going to get away from you " she laughed, watching Jimini fight with the bag in the wind.
Belle stepped back as Jimini hopped through the entrance, looking around warily. "Would you care for some tea, I could make some for you?"
"No thank you...uh.." the crickett looked at her quizzically hoping for alittle help from her. "Belle" said the girl as she led him to the main hall. She knew this would be against Rumple's wishes but she couldn't let the little thing sit out on the door step could she?
"Well, Miss Belle like I said I'm here to talk to the dark one, could you be kind enough to get him for me?" Belle frowned alittle before looking away uncertain. "Well, Mr. ...um" it was the crickett's turn to look alittle embarrased, "Jimini" he chirped as he gave her alittle bow. Belle giggled quietly as she curtsed back. Good, the ice was broke, he was in.
He was going to have such a guilty conscience over this in the morning but it had to be done he thought. "I've come to return Rumplestiltskin's ..." oh the words comming out of his mouth left a vile taste, "Property." he drug out the last word like it was difficult to say.
"Well, you are welcome to leave them here with me, I will look after them untill he returns." Belle thought for a moment before adding, "He will be back very soon, any minute in fact" she lied to the crickett.
This news seemed to make Jimini very nervous as he figited on the table. "Are you alright Mr. Jimini... you look as if you are going to be ill."
"My dear, I am just tired, perhaps if I could trouble you for alittle tea after all.." Belle blushed, she should have insisted on the tea she thought. "Of course" she said as she quickly left, only to return moments later with a drink for him. She placed it down before him alittle embarrased at the size of the cup compared to the little crickett, it was big enough for Jimini to bathe in.
Jimini looked bleak as he stared at it. "What is it, is there anything else I might do for you?" Belle could tell the little thing was quite upset.
"I just want to apologise to you Miss Belle before hand." Confused by his words Belle bent down close to the crickett, "apologise for what exactly?" He seemed distraught, she didn't know what he was talking about. "For this..." before Belle could step back Jimini took out a pouch of a glittery substance and pouring it into the palm of his hand he blew it right into Belle's face.
Belle coughed as she stepped back, waving her hands in frount of her face to clear away the powder, but it was too late, she felt herself falling as she slipped down to the floor. "Why?" was all she said, watching the crickett as he glided off the table, before going to the door. He opened it, letting a strange man enter. Belle wanted to yell out, to demand to know what they were doing here but she lay immobilized on the floor, helpless as the man with Jimini walked into the room to stand over her, having a hushed conversation with the crickett. Through the haze the only thing Belle could make out was the rather large hat that the man wore as he leant down over her. All went dark as the man and the crickett left the package on the table and headed for the dungeons.
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Rumple sat in the back of the tavern unnoticed, sipping his ale and brooding over his little slave girl. With his hood pulled over his face, he was virtually invisible as the noise from the people around him drownded everything else out but his weary thoughts. His business was over but he seemed hesitant to go home as he sat there watching the crowd of men and women drink and dance about the bar on the lively night of merriment.
He noticed one girl in particular, obviously new to her job as she seemed unsure of herself, young, scared but pretty...bringing mugs to the drunken bodies in the dark and noisy establishment. Someone bumped into her causing her to dump the drink she was holding on the big burly man in frount of her. Rumple watched her face as the large man turned toward the young girl as if noticing her for the first time and liking what he saw. Rumple sat there as the man said a few words to the girl pulling her close to him as his other hand grabbed at her bottom squeezing it. The girl tried to pull away from him but to no avail. Dark eyebrows knitted up in anger at the sight of the laughing man pulling the now crying girl off to the side before hauling her up and over his shoulder and making his way up the stairs to the many rooms above all the while the begging,crying young girl protesting to a deaf audience, some were even cheering the young girls fate.
Rumple watched the scene with distaste. How uncivilized this group was, he might not have been too terribly worried about the girls fate but still he didn't approve, she didn't look much older than say 14 or perhaps 15 at the most, but that was usually the fate of pretty girls growing up in small villages, fucked unwillingly by older men looking for young soft virgins to warm thier beds, to hell with what the girl wanted, they were usually discarded after being bred, left to raise the whelp on thier own by any means necessary which usually involved prostitution. He swirled around the amber liquid in his cup as he stared into it, a frown deepened on his face. He had done something very similar with his servant girl, it hadn't seemed as vulgar as the display before him but it dawned on him that perhaps his treatment of Belle had been alittle barbaric, even for him. Perhaps he had been too hard on her, even though he could do as he liked with her he still felt what... guilty? A remorseful sigh escaped the dark ones lips before getting up and throwing a few gold coins down on the table. Rumple left the tavern unnoticed, he needed to get back to dark castle and to Belle, he had been gone long enough.
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Belle awoke on the floor, her head hurt as she got up, rubbing at the bruise that had formed on the side of her head from hitting the table on her way down. Had she dreamed it? Oh gods what had they wanted? She looked around and noticed the large bag that the crickett had brought was still laying on the table. She didn't touch it as she ran out of the room and down to the dungeon. Belle gasped when she saw that the cell door to the old man's room was now open.
This was all her fault, why had she answered the door? He had told her not to go near the door, and now Geppetto was gone. Belle backed away from the empty cell and went back to the hall feeling defeated. Soon Rumple would return and he would be as angry as ever with her. She started to cry, what was she to do? Soon her worst fears were realised as the sorcerer himself entered the great hall.
He didn't say a word to her as his brows knotted in confusion at her disheveled condition. Belle bit her lip trying to quell the urge to rush to him to explain that she had been ambushed, that what had happened had been a grave error in judgement on her part, that she was sorry, but she just stood there watching him watch her.
Rumple's eyes zoned in on the bag containing the two puppets lying across the large dining table. He opened the bag taking one of the macabe puppets out, turning it over in his hand, inspecting it. Belle felt her knees shaking as she waited for him to look back up at her, knowing he would want details. She didn't know what to say, she had let her humanity get the best of her, He was going to be furious... she had to explain to him. He might replace his lost prisioner with her, oh why did this happen. Belle rubbed her shoulders with her hands, she felt cold as if it were she that had wronged him. Fear raced cold through her veins. What had possessed her to open that door, she should have hid. He might even kill her for this as he had promised, hot tears slid down her cheeks as she averted her eyes to look at the floor.
Rumple just looked at her with eyes that were turning dark with anger. He almost looked startled at first when he had seen the puppets. He knew what they were, he knew who had been in there while he was away,sneaky little bug. Rumplestiltskin took the other puppet out of the sack. Belle watched him through lowered lids as he put it on the table with something like disgust on his face. Could it be that he found them as creepy and disturbing as she did? When his eyes turned back to her he looked dangerous, he seemed to be working something out in his head.
"How did these get here... who brought them?" Belle chewed on her bottom lip before she mustered up enough of a voice to talk. She wasn't sure how much she should say, "A...um,a crickett, a Jimini crickett brought these here." Her voice felt very small to her ears.
"Did he come alone?"
"No." Perhaps he wouldn't be as upset if he knew that she had been ambused, she tried to explain, "He wanted to leave these here for you, I didn't know someone else was waiting." Belle could see that her words were having the opposite effect that she had wanted, "he wanted Geppetto." He gave a half crazed laugh, "oh I'm sure he did dearie."
Belle whimpered before she spoke again, "He knocked me out after I let him in... he took Geppetto, I couldn't stop him." Danger, black and forbidding flashed in his eyes as he strided forward, closing the distance between them quickly, Belle's eyes widened in fear as she took a step back."What did you let him in for. I told you to stay away from the door, didn't I?" he bellowed at her, "What the hell did you let happen?"
"He took him" Belle cried out . His hand shot out and struck her hard across her face knocking her to the ground. Tears sprung from her eyes as she lay sprawled out on the floor, looking up at the angry man above her. He stood over her in a furry, his hands clenched tight at his sides. Belle tried to scoot away from him as fast as she could, she could taste the metallic blood in her mouth where the inside had been cut against her teeth. It already began to feel puffy against her tongue. She watched him as he walked back to the table and grabbing the puppets he flung them in a fit of rage, he turned back to her and said in a hiss, "GET TO YOUR ROOM, NOW!"
Belle scrambled out of the room and up the stairs as quick as she could, tears flowed unchecked down her face. She could hear his roars of anger echoing through the halls as he pitched a tantrum in the main hall. Once in her room she poured cold water in the basin and dipping a wash rag into it she gently held it against her cheek, she hissed at the pain in her head. There was already a bruise forming on her face as she went to the bed and sat down, waiting. No doubt he was inspecting the dungeon, all she could do hope he calmed down.
She cried out in surprise as he kicked the door open suddenly. Belle dropped her rag and rushed up into the middle of the bed in fear. His eyes were dilated and black as he grabbed her arm, yanking her toward him roughly. "I leave you here for two minutes and all hell breaks loose, what did I tell you Belle about disobeying me?"
"Please, I didn't know they took him, I couldn't stop it" she tried to explain. "I know you had been going down to him from the first day you done it little slave. I think you handed him right over didn't you? You were in such a hurry to get your hands on those keys, You helped him escape didn't you?" Rumple shook her as Belle looked at him in horror, his face was distorted in his fury. "I should kill you for this, but I think that would be too simple. I've been too easy on you Belle, I think it's time to play rough, what do you think, my little whore?"
Belle gasped as his hand squeezed her arm drawing blood while the other grabed hold of her bodice, ripping it open. All the thoughts of kindness that had played out inside of Rumple's head vanished when he had walked through his door to see what had happened. He threw her down on the bed with a bounce, she gave out alittle cry, well, it wasn't good enough, not nearly. He grabbed the back of her torn dress and ripped it down her back , tearing it off of her body as she sobbed on the bed, pleading with him to understand, oh he understood perfectly, he did. it was now her turn to understand.
He grabbed her hair, hauling her head back while he leaned over her back, "Get on your hands and knees little whore, I'm going to show you what happens to little girls when they disobey." Belle let out a whimper of fear as she obeyed, "I didn't do it, I swear" Belle pleaded. She wouldn't say please this time, he was far too angry to listen.
Rumple took in the sight of the frightned girl displayed before him. "I want to see those legs spred wide and that lying little mouth of yours pressed to the bed" On shaking legs that could barely hold her up Belle lowered her head, making her back side lift high in the air for his viewing pleasure. Rumple stared at the lovely sight of her backside spred before him, it should have given him an overwhelming urge to fuck that tight little ass of hers, to hear her scream as he sank into it for the first time, begging in her ear to tell him how much it burned, to feel the blood lubritcate him as he stretched her wide, but instead he felt nothing. He backed away from the sobbing girl confused, he couldn't do it, something inside of him snapped. Damm it, that crying girl in the tavern was all he could see as he watched Belle shake and cry to him for mercy, he didn't want this, he couldn't do it. His anger had left him impudent.
Belle lifted her head when she heard him leave the room, slamming the door shut behind him. She fell into the bed, crying in relief, praying to the gods that he didn't return.
