A/N: I apologize for taking so long to update. I had a lot of stress with school and graduation, and I can now say I am soon going to be a college graduate! I also apologize for the offensive Hook/Belle scene. If it offended you, I am sorry. I was going through a lot when I wrote that; I went through a really bad breakup and I needed some sexy Hook time. But now, we are moving right along. I am going to give credit to my love, Mr. Shakespeare. Although I have tweaked some quotes from his Hamlet, I thought they were fitting for this chapter and scene. Please enjoy! Lots of love and best wishes for you all! Joanne

The beauty groggily woke after being knocked out by Killian's blow. She had been unconscious for about an hour or so, and she rubbed her sore head, and noticed some blood was still oozing from the blow. She noticed through her groggy haze that the lock on her cell was open, hanging there like a snapped branch on a tree. Freedom!

She silently hurried to the door, and as quietly as she could, opened her cell and looked down the halls. She found the stairs, and stood quietly at the top. She strained, listening for any voices or movement. Dead silence. She walked towards the window, and saw that it was black as the Evil Queen's soul. Only the pure white full moon was out, the only form of light in such darkness.

Belle ran down the stairs, and raced towards the front door. Before she could, there was a clink clink of armor, and the beauty fled in the opposite direction. She was so terrified of being found, of going back to that cell. Belle found a staircase that led down a dark path underground. Although she feared what was down there in the darkness, her fear of being found outweighed her fear of the darkness and the unknown that was concealed within it.

Belle shivered in the cold cellar. She walked slowly, looking for some source of light to help guide her. She found a torch, and took it, looking around the cellar. "Strange," said the beauty as she saw dirty cells, bars that were rusty and smelled of excrement. "Why wasn't I put down here? Why would Regina lock me in the tower instead of here?"

A high pitched giggle, a cross between insanity and maniacal, broke the quiet darkness. The sound brought chills up Belle's spine as she turned in the direction of the sound. The laughter grew louder and louder, and now the bars of the cage were rattling violently, as if a wild, caged animal was trying to break free.

"All the voices in my head will be gone when I am dead," sang the familiar voice within the cage. Belle's heart clenched within her chest, and held the torch aloft in the direction of the cell, knowing full well who was imprisoned within.

"Rumplestilzkin," the words escaped her lips in a hopeless, despairing whisper. "What have they done to you?"

The beauty gasped as the filthy, wild Rumplestilzkin pounced on the bars of his rusty cage, and stared at her with a crazed look in his eyes. He began to violently shake the bars and make obscene gestures as he spoke. "By Gis and by Beelzebub, alack, and fie for shame! Young girls will do't if they come to't, by my cock they are to blame!"

The beauty trembled in fear. She had faced danger before when she dealt with the Yaoguai, but this, this was an entirely different danger. Rumplestilzkin was the most powerful man on the face of the earth, and if given the chance, it was possible in his current state that he would kill her.

"Rumplestilzkin, please," said Belle softly, gazing at her crazed love. "Remember me? Belle?"

"The spirit that I see before me may be the devil: and the devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape," replied Rumplestilzkin cryptically. He beckoned Belle with a motion to come closer, and the beauty, drawn by the love she had for the monster drew near. She looked deep into his face, tears falling down her pale cheeks as he caressed her hair with such gentleness that for a moment, Belle thought the man she fell in love with was back. Without warning, he grabbed her throat and squeezed, chocking her. "Yea, and perhaps out of my weakness and my melancholy, as he is very potent with such spirits, abuses me to damn me. As if I needed more damning!"

"Rum-" gasped Belle, trying to free herself from his vicelike grip. "Please!"

"Illusions! Illusions! Regina thinks she's bested me!" he cackled as he released his grip on her throat. "You cannot fool me. Be gone!"

Belle sobbed as she massaged her sore neck. "Rumplestilzkin, please, remember me!" she begged. "I love you."

"I wuv you," mocked Rumplestilzkin. "No one loves me! NO ONE LOVES A MONSTROUS BEAST!"

He took some rope that he had hidden in his inside jacket pocket, and began to tie my hands behind my back roughly. He sat me in my desk chair, and secured me to it by my feet and hands. "I will not have you after you have had another," he growled in disgust. "You will know never to do such things again after this night. You will not receive pleasure from me. Only the ache of desire and unfulfillment."

He took off his jacket and shirt, and threw it on the bed. He unzipped his pants, and my eyes widened at his large, thick erection. "Suck me, Belle."

He maneuvered himself so that I could. I hollowed out my cheeks as I sucked, not wanting his cock to leave my mouth. He fucked my mouth, working slowly as I sucked him. As I worked his cock, he fingered my clit roughly, and I nearly fell off of the chair in ecstasy. "NO!" he barked as he fucked my mouth faster. "You will focus on my pleasure and not your own."

He pumped faster and faster, and I could feel he was about to come. I took him as deep as I could, and within a few wild stroked of his hand, he came hotly in my mouth in creamy, thick bursts. "You will swallow," he said darkly. "I want to watch you lick your lips and swallow my come."

I swallowed his delectable come, and with as much boldness as I could muster, licked my lips seductively. Mr. Gold's eyes sparked. "Oh, dearie, you are asking for some trouble, aren't we?"

"Maybe," I said huskily as he untied me from the chair. "If you are up for some trouble. I could go a few hours for some really good, orgasmic trouble."

"I will not take you after that… that… PIRATE has had you!" he screamed in anger and rage.

"Lucky for you, he didn't get that far," I said as I pushed his clothes off of my bed. I lay down on top of the bed, curling up onto my side. "Oh well, I guess you're not up for some trouble… How disappointing."

"Dearie, I am ALWAYS up for trouble," said Mr. Gold with a glint in his eyes.