Belle opened her mouth in utter shock. Should could not believe this man on her knees in front of her. Her first thought was flattered. She surveyed the situation. Geoff looked at her with pleading eyes, begging eyes. Belle looked upon him with near disgust. For two months he was trying to get under her dress, and now, it came down to this. She realized the hurt a look may cause and softened her face. He was a sweet man, always romantic, but when it came down to testosterone, his was constantly raging. The love she had for him earlier had vanished into his mad attempt for her virginity.
"Oh goodness," Belle gave a girlish, nervous, laugh, "I don't– I don't know Geoff. . ." She saw any last trance of hope vanish from his stern silver eyes, he was full on begging now. A pitiful glance lead to thoughts of the Beast. History was repeating. The Beast had wanted satisfaction of Belle. Thinking of it made Belle's heart want to stop and drop to the floor. The Beast got what he wanted. I cannot let Geoff do this too. Flashes of the violent act of perversion played in Belle's mind. Sounds replayed in her mind. The Beast's furry coat against her sweating body. Screams coming from the back of her mind echoed through her ears. They had to be coming from her mouth, but they were silent. Everything was jumbled as violation occurred. The Beast finished, grunted and walked out, leaving Belle alone on the bed in her own echoing sobs and violent tears.
She felt tears swell up as she tried to blink them away. Geoff gave a dumfounded look as the tears rolled down Belle's cheeks. She couldn't take it; she ran out of the house with tear stained cheeks, leaving a man on one knee, a man she thought she had loved.
The townspeople were watching her. Belle didn't even notice as she ran away from her house, away from Geoff. She knew that's not really what she was running from. She was running from her horrid past; she was running from her silence. But most of all, she was running from the shame.
The open field lay before her, the same one she had walked with such joy earlier, but now, in the time of an hour her emotions had changed so dramatically. In her sorrow, Belle felt her knees crumple and she lay motionless on the chilly grass.