Ok, so this is a little more smut than I would have liked but what can I say, I aim to please. I will see if this continues depending on the reaction I get.

I'm kinda running out of steam on this story, but I have an amazing ending so I will try to keep up with it. It wouldn't hurt if I got some more feed back though ;).

Sorry if it is kinda hard to follow, I was trying to write out of my comfort zone, plus I have the flu.


Belle followed the old woman down the deep dark alley. The alley seemed to go on forever. The noises from the dock became farther away and were becoming so quiet they were now just a dull buzz in the back of her mind. The little woman was far ahead of Belle, she moved surprisingly fast for being so elderly. Belle saw her turn a corner out of sight, and she began to run to catch up with her.

Belled turned the corner where the old woman had disappeared just moments before.

*thwack* "OOF!" Belle was sitting on the ground rubbing her forehead that had just rammed into the wagon.

"What the hell?" Belle said as she looked quizzically at the brightly painted wagon that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. The wagon was beautiful. It was a deep maroon with yellow detailed work all around it.

Belle stood up to get a better look at the art on the wagon. As she took a closer look she saw the wagon was covered in panels of artwork. The art seemed to be telling a tale of some sort. One panel had a little boy who was holding the hand of a little girl with pig tales. One panel had a woman sleeping with seven small men surrounding her and a handsome prince leaning down to kiss her. One panel had a wooden puppet being held by an older man who was talking to a small cricket. The panels went all the way around the wagon. The detail of each panel was incredible; it was like the wood had grown each panel itself. She looked at each little panel as she slowly walked around.

Belle stopped as her jaw dropped open. Her hand flew to cover her mouth as tears began to sting the corners of her eyes. The panel before her was of a woman with curly brunette hair standing next to a monster holding a chipped cup.

"Hello, darling." The woman said with an old cracked voice. "I've been expecting you Belle."

Belle dropped her hand and spun around to find the voice. The little old woman stood beside a fire with a long wooden pipe clutched in her lips.

"Come, sit." The woman motioned to a stool sitting next to the fire. Belle followed breathlessly. Who was this woman, and how was her and Rumple's pictures on the side of this woman's wagon?

"How?" was the only thing Belle could say as she stared without blinking at the old woman.

"My, my; you are a no-nonsense woman aren't you? Very well, my name is mother Grimm. I know all and see all. I know everyone in this world, and your world. I see everything that happens in this world and in yours. And you Belle; are in danger."

"I know Hook is a danger, which is why I am trying to get back to Rumple!"

"No, not just from Hook, but from yourself also."

"What? How am I a danger to myself?"

Just then the sound of heavy boots came running towards them. "BELLE?! BELLE; WHERE ARE YOU?!" Hook was looking for her, and he was close. She needed more answers.

"How do I keep myself out of danger?"

The footsteps were getting closer, he was about to stumble upon them. Mother Grimm did not look threaten; she puffed at her pipe with long draws of smoke.

"You need to keep your heart in the hands of those you love, keep it checked. Rumpelstiltskin looks for you. Will you look for him?"

With that Mother Grimm let out a long puff of smoke that enveloped her and the wagon. Belle coughed from all the smoke that was starting to surround her. Belle's lungs were filling with the nasty dark smoke that was trying to choke her out. She hit the ground hard with her knees, blood gushed from them. She coughed and sputtered trying to get the dark smoke away from her. A strong hand grasped her shoulder and Belle opened her eyes. She was in the alley, but the wagon and the old woman was gone. The only people there were her, Hook, and two disgruntled pirates.


"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING RUNNING AWAY LIKE THAT?" Little specks of spit hit her face as she tried to shutter away from his hot breath that was coming from his lips as he yelled at her.

When Hook found her alone in the dark alley she was sitting on the stone ground with blood spraying out of her knees. She looked dazed and confused and was coughing and looking around for something. He was so furious with her he didn't even take time to make sure she was ok; he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He carried her back to his bed chamber on the ship. He threw her on the bed and locked the door behind him.

He was now straddling her and pinning her hands above her head with his massive fist. He was so angry all he saw was red, and the little bitch that he had been generous enough to give some freedom, only to be rewarded with her running away from him. Her knees were still bleeding profusely. He looked down at his soiled sheets as the blood from her knees splattered them with crimson that would never come off.

"Who the hell were you with?! "

"No one!"

"Your knees say otherwise you little whore!"

Belle winced at the pain of Hook's words and the realization that her knees were still bleeding.

"I'm sorry Hook, but I."

A hand hit her hard on the side of the face.

"I will tell you when you can speak bitch!"

Belle looked at him in horror with a hint of anger. Hook knew he would regret this later, but right now he was angry. He was angry with her for leaving, angry at himself for losing her; angry for her knees that shown signs of someone taking what was rightfully his. He had been a gentleman long enough, it was time he claimed his prize.

Hook jumped off her, and before she could even think of running he grabbed one of the tassels that were holding the curtains back from the window. He jumped back on top of her and held her hands against the bed with his hook and wrapped the thick rope around her wrists. He tied the other end to the post right beside her head using his teeth and his hand.

Belle squealed with horror, she did not like where this was going. She had never been in this situation before, but it didn't take long to figure out what was going to happen.

"NO! HOOK LISTEN TO ME!" Hook rolled his eyes at the screeching Belle and tore a strip of his ruined sheet and tied it around her mouth. He didn't want to hear her right now. She knew how to pull at his heart-strings and he didn't want to listen to his heart right now, there was another part of his anatomy that was speaking louder at the moment, and he liked what it was saying.

Belle's muffled screams became more frantic and her breathing became shallow. She started to breathe heavier out of fear. Hook's gaze trailed down from her judgmental and frightened eyes to where her breasts were rising and falling quickly as she tried to intake air. Hook chuckled as he watched the tops of them rise and fall. He stuck the pointed end of his hook right between her milky white breasts and let her feel the cold metal for a second. Then he ripped her blouse down the middle.

Belle's eyes widened as she wiggled under his weight. She screamed, but just muffled noises came from under the gag Hook had made. Hook's breathing became heavier and his pants were becoming more snug. She was beautiful. He treated her bra with the same indignity he did her shirt. She was sprawled out under him, topless for his hungry eyes to see. Belle's face reddened and tears started to stream down her cheeks. She wanted to fight, she hated crying in front of him, but all she could do at the moment was let tear after tear fall.

Hook bent down and sucked hard on her neck. Belle gasped with pain as a small bruise appeared. Hook left a trail of these bruises down her clavicle, and the tops of her breasts. He ran the point of his hook over each breast as little welts began to appear. Hook then kissed the welts and massaged using his other hand.

She was perfect. In every way, he couldn't wait any longer; he wanted her right then and right now. Hook started to unbutton her pants and pulled them down. Her perfectly white panties covered her most intimate parts. He stood next to the bed as he removed the last leg of her pants from around her foot. Hook stood there looking at his almost completely nude pet. Belle was yelling muffled curses at him as tears ran down her cheeks.

Hook couldn't handle it any longer; he slowly removed his pants and let his member go. Belle's eyes grew as big as saucers and she started to fight as hard as she could against the ropes. Blood was now running down her arm as the ropes cut against her struggling wrists.

Hook looked Belle in the eyes. He looked at the blood on her arms and the now dried blood on her knees that were so tight together air couldn't even get through. Hook knew he needed to release himself.

Belle screwed her eyes shut when Hook climbed on top of her and spread her legs. She used ever muscle in her body to keep them together, but he was much stronger than her. He nestled himself between her legs and she could feel his penis resting on the outside of her cotton panties. She started to cry out of anger, frustration, and fright.

Hook sat between her legs for a long time, just looking at her.

Hook let out a long sad sigh and Belle felt him lean down and kiss her on the cheek, a soft gentle kiss.

Belle opened her eyes as Hook was pulling up his pants. He looked at her one last time and left the room, Belle heard the click of the key as he locked the door behind him.

Belle was alone, almost completely naked, tied to a bed, gagged, but still a virgin.

She looked at the closed-door quizzically, what just happened?