A/N: School has been giving me a lot of homework and things to do, so I have had very little time to write this wonderful story. I have a feeling you will all be throwing magical fireballs at me when you finish this. This one is heart wrenching, so break out the tissues. Enjoy! Love, Joanne.

"Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on. Livin' like a lover with a radar phone. Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp. Demolition woman, can I be your man?" Ruby held the mike and sang like no one's business. She turned up the volume on the TV and the mike, and soon, she had people walking into the diner to check out what was going on. "Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light. Television lover, baby, go all night. Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet. Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah! Hey!"

"C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up. Break the bubble, break it up!" I unleashed my inner rock n' roll goddess. Although this song was not one of my best karaoke songs, I was never one to back down from a challenge. And for the next song, I was going to make her pay for doing such a hard core song. "Pour some sugar on me! Ooh, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me! C'mon, fire me up. Pour your sugar on me! Oh, I can't get enough. I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet, yeah."

I started to really get into the song and danced with Ruby. Before we knew it, the diner was packed with people cheering us on and singing the chorus with us. It was getting pretty rowdy and loud in the diner, but from the look on Granny's face, she was happy that people were ordering.

"You got the peaches, I got the cream. Sweet to taste, saccharine. 'Cause I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet from my head, my head, to my feet. Do you take sugar? One lump or two?"

"Can you please turn that infernal, heathen music down!" said an angry voice that made my blood freeze. Oh dear God, please do not let it be so… Please let him not catch me here in this diner when he told me to stay home…

"I got to go!" I called over the loud music and crowd. "I will text you later Rubes!"

"Chicken!" she called before starting up to sing again.

I hurried out of the employee exit, and as I hurried through the alleyway, he turned at just the right time, and caught me. My heart stopped beating, and without even knowing it, my feet slowly started to propel me towards him. His face was that of an angry god.

"So lovely to see you out and about," said Mr. Gold sarcastically. "What did you think you were doing?"

"I-I was just having a bit of fun," I stammered. "I was going for a walk and then-"

"It turned into a sing-a-long to gutter music?" growled Mr. Gold. "Dearie, dearie, you are going to be punished tonight. I told you not to leave the confines of my house. When I tell you to do something or not do something, you need to obey. Wait here."

Mr. Gold walked briskly back to the diner, and I watched as he opened the door and shouted loudly. "IF YOU DON'T TURN THAT TRASH DOWN, I WILL RAISE ALL OF YOUR RENTS!"

Instantly the once thumping music was silenced, and the customers slowly began to file out of Granny's Diner.

"Heathens," muttered Gold with a growl as he grabbed my arm forcibly. "And you, my dear, have disobeyed me."

"I was locked inside a house with nothing to do," I said, honestly. "And it was a beautiful day."

"Well, you will learn better next time not to disobey my orders, Miss French." His voice was like thunder, his words lightning that struck me straight to the bone. Instead of walking me back home, we walked to a little shop. A shop, that I soon recognized, that was Mr. Gold's Pawn Shop.

The bell tinkled as he held the door open for me, releasing his vice-like grip on my arm so I could enter. I looked around the shop and saw a treasure trove of trinkets and antiques. My eyes were everywhere, trying to take in as much as I could of the various objects of antique watches, paintings, tea cups, and even some very fine jewelry.

Click!

I turned around, and saw Mr. Gold standing in front of the shop door. He had just bolted the door, and was now turning the sign from OPEN to CLOSED. "I have never in my entire career as a pawn broker closed up shop early, but for this, I think I will make an exception." Chills ran down my spine as he walked past me towards the cash register. There was a small buzzing sound, and then the windows were tinted black, and the store was secured.

"Now, dearie," he whispered in my ear seductively. "Sing to me that heathen song you were singing with Ruby. How did that chorus go again?"

I couldn't find my voice. My heart pounded as I tried to get the words to come out.

"Mmm, cat got your tongue?" Mr. Gold chuckled at his quip. "No matter. I don't need you to talk right now. Take off your clothes."

I obeyed silently, throwing my clothes in a heap beside me. He circled around me, then once he came back to face me, he brought his cane down with a loud tap. "Get on your hands and knees."

I sunk down to the floor and shivered, wondering what kind of torture I was in for for my disobedience. "You will face forward at all times," growled Mr. Gold. "You will not be gaining any pleasure from this because of your disregard for my rules. Disobey anything I say, and there will be consequences. Do you understand? Say yes or no."

"Yes," I stammered. He sighed, and then walked behind me. His hands were on my waist, guiding me to arch my ass, no doubt, I thought, giving him the perfect view. I heard him groan, and he smacked my ass hard.

I shut my eyes, trying to deal with the stinging feeling in my ass, but then I was overwhelmed by a new sensation. Something foreign poked my back, keeping me in position. "You will stay that way until I tell you to move," Gold said harshly. I felt the object trail gently down my back, and graze between my ass cheeks. "Do I dare? Do I claim your beautiful ass today with my cane?"

"C-c-cane?" I stuttered.

WHACK! His cane came down across my ass, and this time, I couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"You will not talk unless I command you to!" said Mr. Gold hotly. He drew his cane slowly down my back once more. "No, maybe after I have claimed you. You deserve to be punished, Belle, but the punishment of that would be much to severe. I have other ways to punish you…"

I felt the absence of his cane against my ass, and then became aware of its return. I bit my lip as the cold metal handle entered me. I shook as he developed a pleasurable rhythm, slow and aching, then without warning fast and agonizing. Tears rolled down my face as I tried not to cry out with pleasure as the tip of his cane pumped faster and faster. I heard Mr. Gold unzip his pants, and my sex clenched. He was going to take me now.

But to my shock and surprise, his relentless cane kept its rhythm. I desperately wanted to turn around, to see what he was doing, but I continued to stare straight in front of me. "Oh Belle!" Mr. Gold growled hotly as he plunged his cane as deeply as he could inside me. This time I screamed, and I didn't care about the consequences. I fell, spasming on the floor and trying to catch my breath. I was covered in sweat, and I felt like I would never be able to move again. My sex felt sore and tender from his unrelenting cane, and I felt a small trickle of moisture drip down my leg.

"Get up," he commanded.

I tried to stand, feeling as wobbly as a newborn calf. When I looked down at myself, I noticed that there was blood trickling down my inner thighs. I tried to cover myself, but Mr. Gold, grasping both my hands and pulling them swiftly away saw. His face changed, and then he couldn't look at me. "Put your clothes on. We're going home."

Belle did not see the Dark One for some time. She cried herself to sleep, wondering what she had done to have Rumplestilzkin desert her. She cried for the sickening feeling she felt almost every day. Belle prayed to the gods to send her some relief, to send her lover back to her. She missed him.

Rumplestilzkin did everything he could to make himself appear invisible to Belle. He strove not to get too close to her, but from what he had seen when he did peer at her was a shadow of the former beauty. He knew that Belle cried for him every day, and he knew that she truly loved him. But as Cora had said, love was weakness, and he was not going to be overtaken by a princess.

The Dark One schemed in his tower, trying to figure out a cure for his problem. He pondered over his massive library of spells and potions books, heavy tomes that lay dusty and dog eared from use or lack of. "She cannot have my child," he hissed to the empty room. "A child would be my undoing. It happened long ago when Bae was born… I was foolish enough to listen to a seer, to do anything for my son… And then we were parted forever. This child will be much more dangerous to me. My powers are a part of that child, I can feel it. If this babe is brought to term, it will destroy me…"

He reached for the potion he was currently brewing, and poured it into a vial. He held it up to the light, examining it closely, then gently set it down on the table in front of him. "I can have children…" his voice was but a whisper as he came to the astonishing conclusion. "What a cruel fate. To be thusly cursed forever with immortality, and to know that you can procreate, but that your child will drain your powers. That your lover will take your powers away from you!"

He kicked the nearby chair in his rage, and then grabbed the potion before heading down the stairs.

Meanwhile, Belle sat in the library in the bay window's alcove. She had a book on her lap that was faced down, and she peered through the window, watching the wind blow through the trees and grass outside. It was a lovely sunny day, and Belle longed to be outside, but knew better than to open the door and walk around the grounds.

She didn't even notice that Rumplestilzkin had appeared to her, carrying the familiar tea set on a silver platter. Once she heard the china cups softly clink as he set them down on the table, she slowly turned. "I made us some tea."

"Where have you been?" croaked Belle. Her throat had been so dry and raspy after spending all her time grieving.

"I've been away," said Rumplestilzkin, not meeting her eyes. "I'm back now. Drink this, your throat is sore. This will help."

Belle took the cup gratefully and gave him a small smile. "I've missed you, Rumplestilzkin." He grimaced at this, and watched as she drained the contents of her cup. "Thank you for the tea."

"It was nothing," said Rumplestilzkin, brushing it aside. He took a sip of his tea, and watched Belle as she swung her legs around to stand up. She cried out with pain, her hand drew suddenly to her abdomen as she sunk to her knees. Rumplestilzkin looked away as his magic began to work.

The pain became too much to bear for Belle as she felt herself pushing; no, she wasn't pushing, some foreign force was pushing. Her panties and skirts were soon covered in blood, and Belle felt with a sudden jolt something come out of her. She lowered her panties, and felt something strange inside, and gently picked it up.

There, to her horror, was her unborn child. It was covered it blood, undeveloped, and very small, but Belle could tell from the tiny legs and arms that she had just miscarried her baby. Tears filled her eyes as she gazed at the miniscule baby in her hand. She had not been ill, she had been feeling morning sickness due to her pregnancy.

Belle sobbed, her back slouched as she hunched over herself. "My baby! Oh gods! My child!"

Rumplestilzkin said nothing. He walked over to Belle, and tried to help her up. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Belle, you are bleeding," said Rumplestilzkin. "I need to stop the bleeding. I think you might be hemorrhaging."

"Our child!" Belle wailed. "Can you not see! Have you no eyes! This was to be our baby!"

Belle was in hysterics, overwhelmed with the loss of her child. Rumplestilzkin carefully got her to her feet, and gently placed his hand under her skirt as he magically stopped the bleeding. As he pulled his hand from underneath her skirts, he saw to his horror that it was covered in blood.

"Why? Why did my baby have to die? Why can I never hold my baby in my arms?"

"I made it so…"

Belle's wailing stopped abruptly as she turned her tear soaked face towards him. "You did this… to me? To our unborn child?"

"That tea was spiked to make you miscarry," said Rumplestilzkin quietly. "The one I gave you."

Gently, reverently, she lay the tiny fetus down on the table. She walked straight up to Rumplestilzkin, and with a loud SMACK, she left a bloody handprint across his face. "HOW DARE YOU!" Belle roared. "YOU KILLED OUR CHILD! OUR SON OR DAUGHTER! YOU ARE A MONSTER!"

Rumplestilzkin began to restrain Belle with the magical ropes he had conjured. He dragged her, kicking and yelling and screaming to the dungeon, where he threw her into a cell. "I thought you were a decent man!" Belle raged. "I saw through the act of this magical imp who has no emotions or feelings. But I was wrong. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A MURDERER! YOU ARE WHAT EVERYONE SAYS YOU ARE! YOU ARE A MONSTER!"

Rumplestilzkin closed the barred door with a bang, and left Belle sobbing in the corner of her cell.