Chapter 4 is here and I should be popping out chapters more frequently. This one is all about bringing Belle and Rumpel a little closer together. I know that for the rating these chapters seem a little light but this chapter will delve more into it.
WARNING: if you do not want to read about Rape, or physical / mental abuse. Then please stop here. I will not condone negative reviews about the rape circumstance because you were warned. As for it not being canon the description of the story says A/U so there you have it enjoy the read!
Chapter 4
Belle awoke to her second month in her new home. Not that many would see a dungeon as a home, but then again if it was to be forever then why not call it a home. It would be all she knew for the rest of her days. The thought made her tear up. Knowing she would never feel the grass under her feet, or the wind in her hair again. Tears fell silently down her cheeks. The lock to the door sounded and with a flourish Rumpelstiltskin opened the door. Seeing the tears once again on her pale cheeks he inwardly winced. Anger for feeling anything towards the Lady filled him and he sneered at her.
"Crying again Dearie really don't you think that is getting a bit old? You have been here a month surely you have nothing more to cry about?"
Belle glared at him, "Oh I don't know, maybe being stuck in a dungeon and working for a man who does nothing but order me about with little pointless chores all day. Maybe, that is worth crying over."
He smirked "You made the deal Dearie so in turn you must" he searched for the right word moving closer to her, his face coming close to hers as he stressed the words "Deal. With. It."
Belle breathed in fast and angry through her nose. "Besides is that any way to talk to the person who saved you from that brute Gaston. Who was coming here to tell you that he has a bedroom for you? I think not Dearie. Perhaps I should just leave you here in the Dungeon."
A puzzled look crossed Belles elegant features. "A room? With a real bed and wash table?"
Rumpelstiltskin arched his eyebrow, "Well of course Dearie, what else would a bedroom be for?"
A huge smile lit up Belles face "Thank you, thank you very much!"
He shook his head "Don't get to excited Dearie, I simply have need of your dungeon for someone more valuable. There are no other cells and the room is the only place to put you. Follow me."
Belle followed him out of the dungeons. Hoping to never return there. He took her to the third floor. It seemed pretty small compared to the other floors the windows didn't reach the ceiling and curtains covered every one of them. They neared the end of a long hallway. It was the only room left. With a wave of his hand the double doors opened; the room was nothing like the hallway before it. The windows went from floor to ceiling, calling it a bedroom was being modest it was basically a loft. There was one downside, or really a few. The wallpaper was peeling and there was dust on every surface. There was very little furniture.
Belle looked around shocked and turned to him tears happily forming in her eyes "This… is for me?"
"Yes" Rumpelstiltskin said, without his usual flare. The yes was plain and simple, quite unlike him. Which was how he felt. He gave her, the most out of the way room, covered with dirt and grime. Yet, she was happy about it. He would never understand his young caretaker.
She stared at him a moment, making him shift uncomfortably. Maybe he should have left her in that dungeon.
"Thank you Rumpelstiltskin." He definitely should have left her in that dungeon.
His neck twitched and he breathed in slowly. "Well… you can decorate it how ever you want. Just picture what you want and the room will change to it. Any furniture you might require will materialize when you think of it. You cannot wish it cleaned however. You must do that by hand. Any magical cleaning can interfere with the changing spell. All magic comes with a price, no matter how small."
Belle nodded with understanding the wheels already in motion in her head her fingers itching to get to work. She could see a whole side of the room filled with books. It was a room to call hers. How could someone whom everyone claims is the Darkest Beast in the land be kind enough to give her, his prisoner, a bedroom? It just didn't make sense. There had to be more to this man than just the monster everyone claims him to be.
"Now!" Rumpelstiltskin exclaimed bringing her out of her thoughts, "I must be going, so many prisoners to torture and I have an open dungeon! Now just because you have a room Dearie do-not think you can slack off on your other duties. I expect the castle to remain in top shape. Or you might find yourself back in that dungeon, but this time you will be hanging by your fingernails! Ha ha ha ha ha!" wit her shocked expression and that ever present impish glint in his eye he left the room closing the double doors behind him.
Belle immediately raced to get her cleaning supplies. She came back and got to work cleaning the room. She worked well into the afternoon. Once the room was clean she rushed to the kitchens and fixed Rumpelstiltskin's lunch, a tomato bisque, with a grilled three cheese Panini, and of coarse a nice cup of tea. Rumpelstiltskin had started using the chipped cup weather he noticed Belle didn't have any idea.
She stood there until he gave a motion for her to leave then like a kid at Christmas she ran back to her room. She was excited to get back to work.
Belle had never been allowed to decorate the manor where she and Gaston lived. It was and will always remain mans sanctuary. There were bear, tiger, zebra skin rugs; deer antlers and boars heads on the walls, like you would find in any hunters den. But there were also a few others that did not exist in any land without magic. He had sphinx rugs, and unicorn heads. The last made Belle terribly sad. She had read all about Unicorns they were the nicest creatures. To be hunted was a great tragedy. She had read that a Unicorn would never mate unless it is with the one they will be with forever their true love. Belle always hoped she would find a love like that one day.
Belle could see the room clearly now that it was clean. The wallpaper was full of fleur-de-lies, the bedpost was a dark mahogany and the mattresses feathers were falling out and onto the floor. The chairs were broken and the windows were cracked. Belle closed her eyes and pictured her perfect room. Energy crackled around her and when she opened her eyes she gasped. There before her was her perfect room. The walls were white with distressed wood. The windows were no longer cracked and had a crack but were perfectly clear with wispy white curtains. In the upper loft was a super soft white-sheeted mattress. With a white down comforter with roses embroidered into it and a lace canopy covering the rafter. She had a distressed blue chandelier hanging over-head and a light pink rug underneath her feet. By on of the windows she had a table and chair set up for private meals, and by the other windows (which she had enlarged into a bay window) was a bunch of plush pillows in various light pastel colors. She of course did not forget a wash table a vanity and a wardrobe. Also what room would be complete without wall-to-wall bookshelves? Belle did a double take as the wall began to fill with books a maroon smoke following each book as it appeared. She noticed all of her favorites were there, but how did the room know?
Downstairs Rumpelstiltskin was smirking. He knew the little bookwork just could not resist her books. Just a little added bonus with the room, it gives the inhabitant their hearts desire at the time, as long as it is a simple desire.
The room was finished and Belle left to make Rumpelstiltskin his dinner. Penne pasta with pork sausage was on the menu, with garlic bread and tea. She brought the dinner to Rumpelstiltskin with a smile.
"I take it you like the room Dearie, with such a chipper expression on your face." Rumpelstiltskin quipped.
"I love it thank you so much!" Belle beamed.
"Well off with you I am sure you want to sleep in your brand new bead. Do not let this act of kindness get to your head dearie. Do not start expecting favors from me all of the time. We monsters don't tend to get in the habit of favoring."
Belle smirked at him and walked towards the door.
"I do not think that you are as much of a monster as you say. You saved me from Gaston, gave me a room over my head and food to eat. No Monster would do that." With that she closed the doors and went to her room.
Belle dresses in a nightgown she found in her wardrobe. She was suppressed to find it fit her perfectly. Then again she was in a magic castle. She brushed her hair and climbed up to her bed. The sheets were so soft and the comforter so warm. The mattress was so soft she was asleep within minuets. Her mind strayed thinking of her golden skinned master, and how he wasn't really a monster after all.
The door slammed shut to the bedroom, she was staring out the window into the forest surrounding her. Thick strong hands grabbed her from behind and spun her around. Gaston's glare filled her line of site. The stench of ale consumed her nostrils She grew pale and her eyes wide.
"Gaston! You frightened me!"
"You should be scared wife! I have been patient but no more! It has been 2 weeks since we were married and I have tried to be patient but I will wait no longer! I will have you Wife as a husband is to have is wife on her wedding night which you have denied me!" the veins on Gaston's neck were bulging outward. You could trace them far down and into his chest.
"Gaston please! I… I have never been with a man I am afraid I just can't it scares me!"
"Do you think that matters to me Wife? I go to the pub and my comrades ask me why isn't that wife of yours pregnant yet, they believe me to be impudent. They joke and say there must be something wrong with me little do they know it is you!"
Gaston threw Belle onto the bed. She jumped up and tried to run. He caught her skirts and threw her back again. She tried to pull away from him but he trapped her hands above her head with one of his hands. His other hand felt to his pants where he unbuckled them and pushed down the material of both his pants and his undergarment. His already erect member sprang from them and Belles eyes grew even wider as she read his intention.
"No Gaston please you can-!" Belle screamed as Gaston's hand collided with her cheek. Blood appeared at her lip.
"Do not tell me what I cannot do WIFE you are mine and I can do as I wish with you now," her pushed up her skirts "You will give to me what is rightfully mine!" she ripped her stockings "And you will bare me a son!" he ripped off her panties "And you WILL be QUIET!" he pulled her waist to meet his and with no warning thrust inside her Belle screamed and he slapped her again.
She dare not make another sound but the slight whimpers that he would allow. Her cheek was bruised, her eye was swollen and her lip still bloody as tears rained down her face. His grunts and the sound of what he was doing to her were the only other sounds in the room. It hurt worse than anything Belle had ever experienced. She could feel his every movement and when he was finished she felt him spill himself inside her. He cast her aside and tucked himself back into his pants. Buckling up he left the room without another word. Leaving her lying there with her dress messed up and blood on the bed. She picked herself up and tried to stand. Her legs wouldn't hold and she fell to the floor. Ugly sobs racked through her, she began to scream and just couldn't stop.
Rumpelstiltskin awoke to the sound of his magic wards going off. Belle was in trouble he had them placed on her room to know whenever she was distressed. He of course only did it to protect his property nothing more. Rumpelstiltskin hastily put on his clothes and disappeared in a cloud of maroon smoke. Reappearing right in front of Belles door. He could hear screams coming from inside. He saw her in her bed struggling screams ripping out of her mouth. He reappeared again right beside her bed shaking her.
"Wake up Dearie it's just a nightmare!" he yelled. He shook her harder trying to wake her. But it didn't work.
"BELLE you MUST wake-UP!" he yelled giving her a final shake.
She gasped and sat up "Gaston!"
"Afraid not dearie."
"Rumpelstiltskin?"
"In the flesh, what were you dreaming about must have been pretty scary for that kind of a reaction"
Belle's eyes became dark. Rumpelstiltskin wanted to make the person who put that look on her face pay, and he did not like that thought.
"It was the first time Gaston took me. I didn't want to I tried to get away! But he-!"
He stopped her, he did not want to know what that crazed man did to her. He couldn't know. He could not trust himself not to go after the bastard and kill him.
"He can't get to you here Dearie and he would have to be a stupid fool even to try."
"Rumpel you woke me up?"
"Rumpel?"
"Oh I'm sorry it is so much easier than Rumpelstiltskin."
"I…it's fine." He was shocked no one had ever tried to be so familiar with him. He liked it. He wasn't going to tell her that either.
With a flourish of his hand a potion appeared. "Drink this it will put you to sleep with no dreaming. Take tomorrow off. Read or something, but do NOT leave the castle."
Belle nodded taking the potion trusting him. Which surprised them both. Her eyes suddenly drooped and she lay back on the bed fast asleep.
Rumpel left her room quietly. He knew there was no noise that could wake her now. However he was still cautious. Another surprise. He shut the door and made the long trek back to his chambers. He kept on thinking about what she must have meant by taking her. It made bile rise in his throat at the very thought. This was so unlike him. What was this girl doing to him? Making him feel. He just could not understand it.
He also did not want to know. It could mean the end of him. The end of everything he worked for. Would that be such a bad thing?