Beauty and the Beast Part 4 (g/t)
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She was trapped…
Darkness everywhere.
Where was the light? The joy? The freedom?
It wasn’t here.
She heard a maniacal cackle in the distance. It slowly became louder and louder until it made her ears ring.
“Please… stop,” she begged, “No more.”
“Poor dear,” a voice said, “Looks like someone is in trouble.”
“Who’s there?” She called out to the void
“Don’t worry, dear. He won’t torture you too badly.”
“What’s happening? Please I’m don’t know where I am.”
“You might want to wake up, dear. He won’t like you sleeping for too long.”
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Belle woke up with a gasp. She was covered in sweat and her lungs were having a hard time getting air into them.
It took her a few minutes to calm herself down before she remembered all the events that happened last night.
The surroundings around her became less foggy and she held in her tears.
She was still in the cage from last night.
She slowly stood up and stretched her sore limbs, wincing at her sore arm.
Belle began to poke and prod the arm to make sure it wasn’t broken. Once she got the ok from herself she began to familiarize herself with her surroundings.
She was in a domed, wire cage on top of a gigantic wooden table in a room inside a giant castle that belonged to a monster.
Perfect…
She walked to the wall of the cage and grabbed two bars. They were about a foot and a half apart.
“I could just squeeze through the bars,” she thought to herself.
The image of the ever-scowling Beast popped into her head and Belle jumped away from the bars as though they had burned her.
What was she thinking? The Beast would surely kill her if she tried to run.
A shiver went down her spine as she remembered what he said to her last night.
What was the Beast going to do to her? Was he going to torture her? Just kill her at first glance? Eat her?!
The sound on the door opening brought Belle out of her own head as she watched the door slowly open. The door then closed shut and locked itself.
Belle heard clanking below her before the teapot from last night hopped on the table.
“Hello dear,” she said sweetly, “The master has something for you.”
Belle subconsciously backed away from the giant talking teapot. Her back hit the bars of the cage and she tried her best not to be frightened.
Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t going to be good.
“You don’t have to be scared, my dear.” Mrs. Potts said, “He asked that you put this on.”
Mrs. Potts whistled and two floating sewing needles brought up a white dress.
The dress was half-sleeved and full length. Lighter white flowers were embroidered onto the bottom of the skirt.
This was not what Belle had expected.
“W-why does he want me to wear this?” Belle asked quietly.
“Do you not like it?” Mrs. Potts asked, concerned.
“Oh no, it’s beautiful!” Belle said hastily, “I just don’t see what’s wrong with my current dress.”
If Mrs. Potts could shrug she would have. “I don’t know my dear, but we mustn’t keep the master waiting. He can be very impatient at times.”
Belle sighed and took the dress from the needles. She politely thanked them and took off her cloak.
“Excuse me, ma'am?” Belle said timidly.
“Yes, dear?”
“Could you um… turn around… please?”
“Of course! My apologies.”
The teapot turned around and Belle quickly slipped into the dress. She cleared her throat awkwardly when she finished and Mrs. Potts turned back around.
“Oh you look absolutely lovely!” she exclaimed. “The master will surely love it.”
Another wave of uneasiness washed over Belle. “I don’t think your master likes me very much.”
“Oh, nonsense! If he didn’t like you, you’d be dead already.”
Belle did her best to not have a panic attack, “But what if-”
“Shush dear. Whatever thoughts are running through your head, get rid of them. There is nothing to fear.”
Belle hung her head in defeat. “Alright.”
The teapot whistled and the door of the cage opened. “C’mon dear, we don’t want to keep the master waiting, do we?”
Belle stepped out of the cage cautiously. When she was out of the way of the door, it closed abruptly.
The teapot opened its lid. “Hop in dear.”
“Can’t I just walk?” Belle asked, not liking the idea of being trapped inside a living teapot.
“It’s the quickest way, dear. And we are already late. Hop in and you can get it over with.”
Belle sighed tiredly and carefully climbed into the teapot and sat down. “I-I’m ready,” she said.
The lid of the teapot closed, leaving her in darkness. Belle tried her best not to scream as the teapot bounced off the table. Her stomach was in knots as she bounced in her ceramic prison. Her bad arm got more and more sore as she tried to stabilize herself.
Please let this be over. She thought to herself.
After the terrible “walk” to where ever the master was, Belle was on the verge of being sick and her arm felt like it was about to fall off.
Mrs. Potts cautiously tapped on the door to the Beast’s corridors.
“Come in,” he boomed from the other side of the door.
Belle immediately tensed as the teapot hopped into the room. The teapot lid opened and immediately large fingers pinched Belle’s waist. She did her best to fight the urge to scream and struggle.
Belle forced the vile back down into her stomach and tried to keep her breathing steady.
“My my,” the Beast purred, “How lovely you look.”
Belle kept her eyes focused on everything except the Beast.
The grip on her tightened, “Aren’t you going to say ‘thank you’?”
Belle groaned in pain. “Th-thank you, sir,’ she said through clenched teeth
“Look at me,” he demanded. He put a claw under her chin and forced her head up. He could feel the anxiety oozing out of her.
And he loved it.
He looked at his pet with a hungry look. The way she squirmed in his grasp gave him power.
Power to do whatever he wanted to do to her.
He shifted his hold on her so that his fingers curled around her whole body, leaving only her head and the tips of her toes.
“You’re so little,” he commented, “So fragile. You could break so easily”
Belle felt the tears threaten to come out. She knew she had no power whatsoever against the Beast.
He was just so huge!
His face filled her entire line of sight and even his hand was bigger than her entire body!
“It would be such a shame if something were to happen to you,” the Beast said wickedly.
Belle’s eyes widened as she froze in the Beast’s grip. Tears silently began to fall from her eyes. So many wicked and perverted possibilities of what the Beast could do to her swarmed in her mind. She flinched as a claw touched her cheek.
“P-please don’t hurt me,” Belle quietly pleaded.
“Hurt you?” the Beast said incredulously. “That’s what’s a beast would do.” He brought her closer to his face and growled deeply. “Do I look like a beast to you?”
Bell turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut. She prayed that this was all a bad dream and that it would end.
The ever squeezing around her body reminded her that it certainly was not some horrible nightmare. It was getting harder for her to breathe.
“I asked you a question,” the Beast growled and squeezed harder.
Belle shook her head and tried to get oxygen into her lungs. She breathed deeply as the iron grip on her loosened. She looked at the Beast in defeat.
The beast smirked and dropped the small human girl into his front breast pocket. He felt her struggle and gave a low and hoarse chuckle. “Don’t worry, little girl. Only a beast would keep you trapped in there.”
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