I can't escape. I just can't.
Not with my Father too sick to come with me, and with Gaston the master huntsman on my path I'd lead him straight to the Beast, I could never risk that.
So I cannot escape the fate which I have in some way brought upon myself.
And now I stand there with the crowd cheering us as Gaston goes down to bend over so that he can carry me other the threshold to "our" new house. I look at my Father with wide eyes as we both know what will happen when I enter the house and the door shuts.
I feel Gaston's legs bending as he picks me up I put my arms around his neck only for stability, but the crowd cheer at it anyway, thinking it to be some other sign that I am truly meant to be Gaston's wife. He carries me into the house placing me on the ground then slowly shutting the door behind him slowly; I look up into his face and seeing the cruel smile that I feared to be there. I start to back away from him hoping that I may escape, but I have never been I his house before, and I walk straight into a wooden beam; Gaston gives a malicious smile and come over placing is massive arms to each side of the beam. Shoving his disgusting mouth down to mine, I feel the hot tears rushing to my eyes as I try to push away from.
His strong arms hold me down, as I feel his grip tighten my dress starts to rip; exposing by breasts he looks down at them and cups them with one of ruff hands. Then he grabs my arms and starts to pull me up the stairs, all the while I struggle to get away from his grip knowing full well what he intends to do. What he intends to do…
The monster, Gaston, opens the door to a stinking bedroom sheets thrown around the room, dirty clothes spread around the room. He throws me onto the bed ripping what is left of the dress to the floor leaving my body exposed, he pulls of his clothes as I scream to for him to stop trying to cover myself with the bed sheets. He just laughs it off coming down to the bed, pushing his naked body against my body I scream asking, no begging him to stop.
"Now, now Belle be a good little wife. You wouldn't want your Father to get anymore trouble now." My eyes go wide he can't, he promised.
"You promised, you said you wouldn't" I cry, the tears now streaming down my cheeks.
"Now, now I only said that I'd make sure he wouldn't, go to the asylum then, I said nothing about the future." And with that horrid thought I managed to wriggle free from his strong grip, holding a blanket to my body I rush to the door of the bedroom making out. Close to the stairs and then…
An arm grabs me and pulls me back, my Husband dragging me back to the bedroom throwing me onto the floor coming me down.
"Now Belle I'm going to show what a good little wife should do." Before shoving his foul tongue down my mouth, I felt his body move against mine all the time holding down his strong arms holding down my hands stopping me from escaping. I scream crying, no begging for him to stop but I know it's all too late; the damage is set to be doe.
He has forced me into committing the same act as I did with the Beast, but this is so different it's wrong and disgusting. With the Beast I felt like it was a burning magical fire, but with Gaston it is being punched into an icy lake with no hope of rescue. So while he continues his terrible act. I remain silent as it comes to what I hope are the finishing stages of what he wishes to do.
It finishes at last and while Gaston moves over the bed, I remain there on the floor with only the sheet underneath me. I see him fall asleep, while I remain cold and alone one the fall. Only one thought going though my head and that is of my dear Beast and how if I'd just told him that night that I loved him. Tonight I could have been in the arms in the arms of the man I love instead of being punished by this demon Gaston. And tomorrow I could wake warm, safe and happy ready to start my life with the man who was my Beast.
I then let my mind drift off thinking of the Beast I begin to wonder what the Beast would have looked like as a human. My mind settles on the painting I saw in the west wing, it was a young Prince, and I now think it was my Beast perhaps painted shortly before he was cursed into being a Beast by that horrid trick of fate, yes that was him I decide the painting it had his eyes the Beast's eyes the sad and lonely blue which I had grown to love. In the painting they were cruel and selfish perhaps he had changed, yes of course the had changed I'd seen his eyes change from cruel human blue on his beastly features to a sad, yet happy sweet blue eyes.
I could image an older version of that face, kinder still holding some of it's cruelty but softer, yes he was the Beast I could see it now. But no I shouldn't think like that, it could only lead me to falling, down a deeper hole than I already have. No I must hope I can't let go of my hope because if I don't hope what will have?
A/N; So this is another reason why this rated M, because well it's a rape scene simple as. It was By far the hardest chapter I've had to write and I'm scared of what you'll think of it. Please review.
One a lighter note GO SEE TANGLED, it's not Disney's best (well because this is) but still it's pretty fantastic, the music brilliant, if you think it's some Shrek rip off (I don't where this Shrek bashing came from the original is basically BATB expect she becomes a Beast at the end) Tangled is brilliant end of.