I really like rewriting Beauty and the Beast stories. Here's another one that is a bit different from the others you've read. It's about Kiah who was sold as a slave to Dagan. He calls her Beauty for she is the most beautiful girl ever. Lord Griffin hears about her and kind of… takes her as payment to Dagan's debt. Though Dagan was cruel Lord Griffin had less pure ways of dealing with his new slave.

My Beauty

In the corner of the room a shivering girl sat dressed tattered clothing. With the winter air coming in from every crack and every hole in the house, she was freezing but the thought of her master coming home was worse then cold. The icy weather made sure of his early arrival and because of it he would be in even a worse mood then even. The girl jumped at every noise and looked up at the door with every approaching footstep, with fear that he was there and with every silence she would stare longingly at the blazing fire in the fireplace, not daring to warm herself near it, remembering the beatings from the last time she tried.

'Get away from that girl!' the master snarled, 'I don't waste good fire wood on trash like you.' The girl closed her eyes; commanding herself not to moving, know the beating would just be worse if she fought back. After the master had taken out his anger on her, she was free once more to crawl into the corner to deal with her bruises until he called for her again.

As if summoned by her thoughts the master threw opened the door and came in from the cold. The girl picked herself up and hurried over to get him his supper and help him out of his coat. Once she was done with that she stood next to his chair waiting for his next command or to be dismissed. As he began to eat the master ran his fingers though her hair.

'My Beauty,' he called her, stroking her head. Kiah, the girl told herself, my name is Kiah. I'm not his Beauty. She knew better then to fall for this fake kindness. He would pet her with one hand and while beating her with the other, changing his words from kindness from cruelness in moments.

His voice changed, 'My Beauty you may have been but you are now longer.' He slapped her, and in surprise she fell to the floor. The girl stayed there, knowing that if she got up it would only be worse. Her master stood up and hit her again, 'Who does that man think he is? Daring to put claim on my property because I couldn't pay back my debts!' The master stopped and looked at her, 'But that's all right, he promises to cancel all my debts if I give him one thing. You.' The girl sighed with relief when she saw the master would stop the beating early but he saw and took her reaction with a different meaning. 'You whore!' the master's face twisted, 'you can't wait to go to him tomorrow.' He raised his hand to hit her again then stopped, 'No, I wouldn't want to send you to your new master bruised, would I? He might have something to complain about.'

There was no more beatings that night and no mention of the stranger that would take her tomorrow. The girl could not tell if going to another master would be a blessing or a curse, he may be worse then the master but he may also be better. There would be no way to tell until the morning.

As a carriage pulled up the next day, the girl didn't know what to feel. She wanted to run over to the window to see who would open the door. When the master let the man in, he was not what he expected. The master was always dirty and had a beard while this man was clean, well dressed and clean-shaven. He looked around the house in disgust until his eyes fell on her and they lit up with a hungry look. The girl recoil in fright, not know what type of trouble she would be getting into.

'Lord Griffin, welcome,' the master said, closing the door after the man had entered. He ignored the greeting; take a few steps closer to the girl.

'So this is the girl, Dagan?' Lord Griffin asked. The master nodded, glaring at the man while his eyes were on the girl.

'This is her,' the master growled, 'take her and get out of my house.'

Lord Griffin smiled coldly. 'Of course, I wouldn't want to stay in your,' he paused taking a long look at the small, crowded room, 'house any longer that I was welcome. Come girl.' The last part made the girl jump and as she followed him out the door she took her last look at the place she had spent most of her life and knew she would never return.

In the carriage Lord Griffin told her some of the rules she would need to know. The first was that she was suppose to only call him Lord Griffin or Master. Another was that she was his personal servant which meant she wouldn't be doing things that she use to like cooking, instead she would be doing things like bringing him his dinner and waiting on him. When they pulled up to Lord Griffin's castle