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He arrived later that afternoon. With a sweep of his hand and a cloud of purple, the door to her cell swung open and he stepped inside. He appraised her with one eye and silently chuckled when he realized that she was still dressed in the same impractical, gaudy dress of earlier.

"I see you have not decided to change." He observed simply.

Belle smiled proudly. "This dress suits me. I prefer to wear it over your magically-conjured one."

Sensing the disapproval in her voice, he sneered. "You do not approve of magic?"

She seemed take aback for a mere moment before pursing her lips and exhaling. "Of course not! Magic is what is evil in this world. It turns even the most righteous of men into enemies."

"Ahh. But look, Belle," he motioned to the ceiling of the cell, "Look what magic has done for me, and for you too. It has brought you to a place near impenetrable. It will keep you safe. It is large and well constructed. Magic has brought you a home and you should enjoy it."

"I can't do that from my cell, now can I?" She replied smugly and for a moment she saw a dangerous glint in his eye. Remembering who she was to him, she wrung her hands together and bowed her head. "Forgive me, master," she said trying to summon all of the humility her royal upbringing would allow, "It is not my place."

The Dark One's lips were set in a thin line as he thought. And then, ever so suddenly, he opened his mouth and let out one of those dreaded, high-pitched squeals of laughter. "You may be out of your place, dearie, but may I say that I will never be bored again. Not while I can listen to your amusing arguments."

Belle's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it once again. Instead she asked, "What would you have me do, master?"

"What would I have you do?" He asked in mock confusion. "Clean, of course! That is why I brought you here after all!"

The young woman sighed. He enjoyed picking fun at her. And she hated him for it. Hated him with a vehemence she couldn't describe.

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He brought her once again to the main dining room and she prayed that he would not have her serve his tea again. How dull that would be.

With relief, it was not what he had in mind. He motioned with his hand to the right long wall, covered in odd collectibles and furniture of the like. "All that you see," he said, his voice once again as cold as ice, "You shall dust until it shines."

Belle walked up to a marble bust and ran her finger along the edges. She stared at her clean finger in confusion before looking at him. "But..." she licked her lips, "They are already clean."

The Dark One snickered. "Doesn't matter, dearie. I want you to dust them further, and if I see a speck of dirt then you shall be sorry."

Belle raised an eyebrow and picked up a nearby cloth. She was beginning to notice that the rumors circulating her town had been true. This monster was completely mad. All the more reason to hate him, she thought bitterly. But she was surprised to find that it did not make her hate him to know that he was touched by insanity. In fact, it made her feel sorry for him. And that caused her bitterness more than anything else, for how could she feel pity for a beast such as him?

Her thoughts were broken as he commanded, "All of the collectibles are very old. My collection is most..erm..precious to me. You must be careful with it. Should anything be harmed, and the outcome will not be pleasant." His lips turned into an evil smirk and it took Belle all her strength to not shiver.

"Yes, Master." She replied simply and, as if to prove that she would be most cautious, she took up a small china figurine and dusted it slowly and gently.

The Dark One seemed content and turned away to sit at his spinning wheel. He threaded the bobbin and slowly began to spin the wheel around and around and around. And as he began to spin the thread, it slowly turned to gold. Belle marveled at this phenomenon for a mere moment before remembering that he did possess magic and such a thing was probably incredibly easy for him to do. She fixated her eyes back upon the figurine in her hand and placed it carefully back upon its shelf.

The gentle creaking of the wheel seemed to weave an inapproachable spell between the two and amongst the room. It was so soft and so monotone that it near lulled Belle to sleep on several occasions and she came very close to dropping a few of his valuable collective items. She wondered at how she could be so sleepy. By her count, it should only be the middle of the afternoon, but with the dark and dense curtains, the castle seemed to be fixated in a deep and long-lasting night. It was gloomy and somewhat creepy and put Belle out of ease. Soon the creaking of the wheel also took on an eery tone and it sent shivers crawling up her spine. Seeking to calm her racing mind, she left the dusted shelf and went to the adjacent side of the room. There she found two puppets hanging from strings.

She thought they too looked monstrous, conjured from deep magic, but she pushed the foolish thought aside and began to wipe her cloth against the smoothed wood. As Belle moved her face closer to the foreheads of one of the puppets, she chanced a look into its dark eyes. She nearly stuttered back at what she saw. Hidden within the pupil had been a speck and within that speck, there had seemed to be a woman. She was lovelier of course, but seemed to hold a great resemblance to the scary puppet. Her low gasp had alerted the Dark One and she heard the wheel stop its spinning.

Belle very slowly turned to him and saw that he was looking at her with curiosity, but there was also...hmm...concern. She tried to give him a reassuring smile and he once again began to spin his wheel. She turned back to the puppets and sighed. It was just a puppet. Why should she be frightened? However, try as she might to forget, her mind kept turning to that woman. She had looked weak and frightened. And her eyes...they had been filled with the most pitiable expression.

With extreme caution, Belle opened her mouth and asked, "What are these puppets?"

Without stopping his work, the Dark One replied, "They are a child's toy, no more."

His voice suggested that he was hiding something. It was a bit strained. Belle ventured further. "Then why are they so precious to you?" He would not answer. She licked her lips. "Where did you get them?"

"Why does it matter so much to you?" He snapped. "They mean nothing to you. They are mine."

Belle shivered at his tone but refused to be frightened. "I was just curious," she pushed, "I thought I...saw something." Her heart leapt when she noticed that the wheel had stopped its creaking and she heard footsteps coming towards her. Ever so gently, the Dark One had grasped her hand and turned her to face him. His forehead was inches from hers and Belle hated the intimacy and closeness.

This was why he had chosen to do so, to be so close. He knew how it made her uncomfortable, he saw her eyes squirming and it gave him triumph. He kept his voice low as he growled dangerously, "What did you see?"

Belle nearly denied that she had seen anything when she decided it best not to lie to one as powerful as he. Taking a deep breath she responded, "I thought I saw a face in the puppet's eye."

The Dark One seemed taken aback before he cackled. "So you saw it then, eh? Well, what did you think? It is one of my masterpieces, I must say." He released her and turned to walk back to his spinning wheel. It was her voice that made him stop.

"What do you mean?" The naivety was barely hidden in her voice, "Is someone in the puppet?"

"Oh, no one is in those puppets. I was asked a favor many years ago from a young boy. I gave him a spell to relieve him of his parents. The foolish ignoramus gave the potion to a young couple one night. That is all that was left of them." He smiled with evil pride.

"You mean-" Belle stuttered, "Those puppets were real people? Now they are trapped?"

The Dark One nodded and hummed, clasping his fingers together as he turned to face her. It was then that he saw the anger he had heard in her voice and it made him smile all the more.

"Did you ever think to change them back?!" She asked in disbelief.

"I warned the boy that all magic comes with a price. It seemed that he got more than he bargained for." Again, he cackled.

Belle looked at him with disgust clearly visible in her curled lip. "How could you do such a thing? You are a monster."

"Yes, well, I am. But didn't you know that already, dearie?" The brutal sincerity in his eyes was enough to silence Belle. She turned away and went to finish the dusting.