by E L DuBois
Chapter 37
HELL…
IT WASN’T A nightmare. Beauty woke up from her unconsciousness and found herself in a small dark space. It felt like her body was racing along while she lay still inside this carpet-lined space. She looked around in the darkness and as her eyes adjusted, she registered her surroundings. She was in the trunk of a car. She used her bound hands to feel around for anything. She felt rigid plastic beneath her fingertips. Triangular shaped plastic filled with paper. Binders? Several binders. She felt like she had been gutted when realization hit. She was in her trunk. The trunk of her car. Those monsters had taken her car and made it look like she left of her own free will. Beauty thrashed and screamed through the gag, but it was useless. Her head ached, hell, her whole body ached. Her heart hurt the worst. Fear and worry for the Princess was at the forefront of her mind. God, she wanted Knight. She wanted him to swoop in and whisk them away from these vile monsters. Make all the bad disappear.
Beauty had no sense of time, so she was not sure how long she stayed in that trunk. When she felt the vehicle slowing and pulling up an incline, she knew they must have arrived at their intended destination.
She readied herself. This time she would fight. For herself and her daughter. She heard muffled voices as she waited. Only the Beast’s and the Drama Queen’s, nothing of the Princess. Beauty’s heart raced as she heard the trunk unlatch. It was still dark outside and only the overhead light of the trunk illuminated the Beast’s face. He was turned away, talking to his retched sister. Beauty seized that moment and kicked out as hard as she could. Her foot connected with his jaw and she felt the crack of bone. A sense of pride shot through her. The Beast reeled back as she tried to scramble from the trunk. It was hard to do with her hands bound. She managed to tumble onto the cement and got up on her feet, when she felt fingers digging into the back of her head and grabbing her hair. The Beast jerked her backwards with a curse and she landed hard on the cement.
“YOU BITCH!” he yelled as he spat blood beside her on the ground.
Beauty stared up at him with murder in her eyes, but the Beast only laughed cruelly and jerked her up by the hair. He brought his face close to hers and she could smell the metallic scent of blood.
“Oh, look at you. Finally got some fight in you. I love it when you fight. Makes the winning so much more fun.”
Beauty would have spat in his face and clawed out his eyes if she hadn’t been bound and gagged.
With a shove, he pushed her away from the car and toward a house she knew all too well. It was the Drama Queen’s home. Beauty shuddered at the sight of it. The lair of a monster just as sexually perverted and sadistic as the Beast.
He led her through the house and into a bedroom near the back. When Beauty entered the dark room, she could only make out large shapes. Once the Beast turned on the light, she did a double take and stopped moving. Her brain barely able to register what was in front of her. Fear rose inside her chest. There was a wrought iron bed with no bedding. Its only adornments a plastic covering and strong metal shackles secured to the foot and headboards. The one window in the room looked as if it had been soundproofed with foam and blankets. A dresser was set against one wall, with all kinds of toys and torture devices littering the top.
Beauty stayed motionless as the Beast began to move around her.
“If you hit me again, I will take it out on the Princess. Do you understand?”
Beauty’s eyes blazed with fire, but she nodded.
He proceeded to untie her hands and strip her naked. Then, he roughly bound her feet to the bed. She shook as he raised each arm and secured her sore wrists. Then, he stood over her, gazing down at his prisoner with what Beauty could only describe as pleasure. She tried to talk, and the Beast placed a hand on her head to untie the gag.
He stopped. “If you cry out, you will never see the Princess again. Do you understand me?”
Beauty nodded her head in agreement.
He removed the gag and she worked her jaw, trying to get the dry fabric taste from her mouth. Her lips were dry, and her jaw ached. Her voice was raspy from the soreness in her throat.
“Where is my daughter?”
“In safe hands.”
Beauty glared at him. “You can’t do this. This is illegal. It’s kidnapping.”
Anger spiked through the Beast. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you and HER! You belong to me. I cannot kidnap what is already mine. You will understand that fact and accept it before you ever leave this room or see the baby. I will break you and remold you and we will be a family again.”
Beauty felt tears well up as her voice cracked with the pain. “Please, don’t do this. Please.”
The Beast just sneered down at her. “Oh, I love it when you beg. It makes breaking you so much more fun.”
The Beast moved away from her then and started undressing. She began to cry harder. Her insides still ached from his last brutal attack. He stood before her naked and ready to do more damage and she clenched her eyes shut. But when she didn’t feel the bed dip with his weight, she slightly opened one eye. She spotted him with his back turned to her. He was standing in front of the dresser, choosing what kind of torture he would inflict on her. When he turned, he had a few large toys and a paddle tipped with spikes.
Beauty whimpered with fear as he approached her. In silence, he laid down all his toys on the bed. When the pain started, Beauty checked out. Occasionally, she would register a sound not being made by him. Once, she looked up and caught the Drama Queen watching, her face a mixture of fascination and pleasure. Beauty learned several things that night. Her body had a high tolerance for pain before passing out. The Beast and his sister were far more sadistic than she could have ever imagined, and the Beast had acquired a few more fetishes that she had known nothing about. The most horrifying was his new fascination with strangulation and revival. Beauty didn’t know true madness until the mad monster repeatedly strangled her until she lost consciousness, only to revive her so he could do it again. She was violated in so many ways, most people would have lost their minds.
When the Beast was done, he dropped down beside her bloody, bruised, and cigarette burned body. She was unable to move. Her body and mind in physical, emotional, and mental agony. The Beast was determined to break her completely this time and Beauty didn’t know if she would survive it. The only thoughts that kept her sane were of Knight and the Princess. She hated to mix the two separate worlds of her life and wanted none of the Beast’s bad to taint the good, but Beauty was desperate. She was afraid she might be dying. The pain was so bad she needed an escape and the only place she could turn to was her imagination.
So, as the monster lay snoring beside her, she closed her tired eyes that were raw from crying and tried to see the faces of her loved ones. She imagined the Princess and Knight playing at the park. She tried to grasp onto the sounds of their laughter, over the thudding of her heart. She pictured her daughter’s sweet smile and beautiful eyes. She imagined the Knight wrapping his strong arms around her and keeping her safe. The last image caused more tears to flow. She wondered what he was doing. What he was thinking? Would he look for them? God, she hoped he would try to get them back. She prayed for help of any kind until she could not pray anymore, and the exhaustion took her.
Chapter 39
There is no fairy-tale life…
IF BEAUTY STILL believed in fairy-tales, this would be the part where Knight would ride in on his white horse and rescue them and they would live happily ever after. But there was no such thing as a fairy-tale. Not for Beauty. None of her prayers were answered. None of her silent pleas for help were heard. None of her dreams of a rescue came to pass. The torture continued and morphed into more acts of vile degradation than Beauty could have ever believed possible.
In those first days, the Beast cut her off from all communication. He sent texts to all her loved ones stating she was not coming back and wanted to be with the Beast. When Knight refused to accept th
is, Beauty was forced to read a script the Beast had written in a particularly heartbreaking phone conversation. He made her tell Knight she wanted nothing to do with him. That she had never loved him and wanted the Beast. His voice had gutted her, devoid of all emotion.
“As you wish.”
Beauty had been unable to shed the tears she wanted to desperately spill at that moment. She could physically feel her heart shattering into a million pieces and it was worse than any pain the Beast had ever inflicted on her.
Her family had reacted with shame and disgust. As they had always done every time they thought Beauty had chosen to go back to the Beast willingly. Her mother had responded to the texts from the Beast with a simple. “You are stupid.” Her father and brother disowned her again. Beauty had no one, not even the Princess, because she had no idea where her precious daughter was. She only saw her two vile captors and they delighted in all agony they could inflict on her, including keeping the whereabouts of her child secret.
The Beast had taken leave from his job and devoted every moment to breaking Beauty. She never knew which Beast she would encounter. All his faces hurt her in some way. He teetered on the edge of insanity. One minute being a violent Beast, the next, lying beside her like a hurt child and caressing her bare skin, whispering how much he loved her and that he could not lose her. She was his and always would be.
The new degradations included never being unchained to use the restroom. She was forced to defecate on herself, then be punished for making a mess. She was given sponge baths sporadically and rarely fed. The Drama Queen and the Beast only gave her just enough sustenance to survive.
The Beast would brutally rape her using objects to penetrate her insides until she bled. The blood made him frenzied and more aroused, so he would enter after ripping her insides. Beauty could feel something was very wrong inside her. The pain from each attack was growing worse. She was never allowed to heal and was hurting constantly. The Beast had also taken to photographing and videoing the vile attacks, so he could watch them later and prepare for the next round of abuse. When he first started making the videos, he told Beauty he had decided to make money off her by posting them to pornographic websites online. He also posted naked photos of her for all the world to see. He wanted to take any dignity she had left. Beauty was no longer called by her name. He only referred to her as his “whore.”
There were times in the first few weeks where Beauty was unchained, cleaned, and dressed. The first time, she felt a spark of hope that the Beast had grown tired of her and she was going to be released. But she quickly found this was not the case. It was all another part of the Beast’s plan. Beauty was brought outside into a fenced-in yard. The sunlight blinded her. She was instructed to sit on a bench and smile. The Beast sat beside her and placed his arm around her. His voice a low, menacing whisper.
“You better look fucking happy and in love... or else.”
Beauty knew what the “or else” was and did her best, but she knew her eyes would be devoid of all emotion and give her away. The Drama Queen took several shots where Beauty was posed like a doll in various, fake, happy positions. The Beast even forced her to kiss him. Once the photo shoot was done, she was taken back to her prison, undressed and rechained. This happened about twice a week for several weeks. After the first photo shoot, Beauty found out why. The Beast was posting the photos on various social media accounts including her own, to make everyone believe she was indeed exactly where she wanted to be. He delighted in texting or emailing the photos to Knight and her family, then carrying on conversations as if he were Beauty. She would watch with disgust as he sat beside her on the bed, grinning and reading off the hurtful things he would say and the responses. He was solidifying the lie and pushing everyone further and further away, until they all believed it so thoroughly that they thought she was just as sick and twisted as he was.
As the hours turned into days, Beauty lost count of how long she had been held captive. She grew thinner and sicker. Something inside her soul was breaking. The emotional and mental pain taking as much of a toil on her as the physical. She tried to hold on to those memories of the Princess, and Knight’s beautiful face, but as she was reduced to nothing, even their images began to dim until she could no longer see anything but the darkness of her mind.
She called out for her mother and father, but the Beast would laugh and tell her no one was coming for her. She had no one and believed she was near death. At some point, she had lost her will to live and just became a catatonic shell of a person. When the Beast realized he had broken her spirit, he began to slowly allow her more freedom.
He started by unchaining her and allowing her to use the restroom while he watched. She was never left alone but she could bathe herself and wear clothing. She was given more food and regained some strength. The Beast even stopped brutally attacking her, opting to “make love” to her. The lack of torture allowed her to start healing, but the persistent pain inside her never went away. She did not know for sure how long she had been in this state, but she could tell it was getting close to the start of the school year, and she wondered if that was why things were changing. The Princess had to attend school.
One day, the Beast came in and declared that he had found them a house and they would be moving. He told her this as he unshackled her and put pants on her. It felt strange to Beauty to have her legs covered again. Up to that point, the most she had been allowed to wear was a large t-shirt. When he placed a pair of shoes in front of her, she was afraid to move. Was this another of his tricks? The Beast looked at her like she was the village idiot.
“Put your shoes on. We’re leaving. I told you we are moving.”
With frail arms and robotic movements, Beauty did as she was told and then waited for further instruction. The Beast sneered at her.
“That’s my good little whore! Now, look happy. I brought you a present.”
Beauty stiffened and wanted to recoil. Normally, his presents were full of pain, but a sound of tiny tinkling laughter from outside the door caught Beauty’s attention and she clumsily stood and tried to move toward the door. He progress was slow going as she was still very weak and in constant pain. The Beast opened the door and braced Beauty with a hand around her waist. He propelled her forward, toward the sound of the laughter. With each step closer, Beauty felt her heart thud and a small spark of hope grew. When she finally caught sight of her gorgeous little Princess playing, she cried out with a cracked and raspy voice.
“Baby!”
The Princess immediately turned and ran toward Beauty, a huge smile on her face.
“Mama! Mama! I have missed you so much!”
Beauty tried to bend down to capture her little angel, but she was so weak. When the little girl ran into her with the full force of her tight hug, Beauty collapsed to the ground, falling on her back and wrapping the little girl in her weak arms. The two tumbled and the Princess giggled as she landed on top of Beauty. She rose up to meet her eyes.
“Are you feeling better, Mommy? Daddy said you were sick and that’s why I couldn’t see you. He said that’s why I had to spend time with my other Grandmas and Grandpas.”
Beauty just stared at the little girl as tears streamed down her face. The Princess gave her a worried look.
“Did I hurt you, Mommy? Are you ok? Daddy said you were better. I wouldn’t have hugged you so hard if you were still sick.”
Beauty cradled the little girl’s head to her nose and breathed in the scent of her child. With a hoarse whisper, she told her angel, “I’m ok, baby. Mommy is ok. I just really missed you.”
The little girl giggled.
“I missed you too Mommy, but I’m here now, and Daddy says we have a new house and I can go to a new school and make new friends. He said he set us all up while you were sick.”
Beauty held on to her little girl for dear life.
“Ok, baby. I love you so much. Mommy loves you so much. I missed you every second of every day. Thinking of you was the
only thing that got mommy through.” Beauty stopped for a moment and forced out the next words. “Thinking of you was the only thing that got me through my sickness.”
It was then the Beast chose to break up their reunion.
“Alright, alright, we need to go. You two can talk in the car.”
The Beast pulled Beauty to her feet, but she never let go of the Princess’s hand as they were escorted outside into the blinding sunlight. Beauty only looked back once and saw the vile Drama Queen smirking a knowing smile. Beauty wished she would never see that grotesque creature again.
Beauty sat in the back and still held the Princess’s hand as the little girl told her all about the fun things she had done over the summer. She told Beauty of all the relatives she had met and stayed with. All the places she visited. No wonder Beauty had never heard the child in the Drama Queen’s home. They had arranged to have her child carted from one family to another for two months. Some of which lived far away. Beauty shuddered at the thought of her daughter spending time with all the different members of the Beast’s family. She also realized that she had been their captive for two months. It had felt like forever. She eyed the back of the Beast warily as she listened to the Princess. She wondered what was next in this twisted, sadistic version of life. When they had to stop for gas and the Beast went to pay, the Princess tugged on her shirt.
“Mommy, I was not allowed to talk to my Grandma, the Queen. Daddy got very mad when I asked about Knight. He said I was never to mention him ever again. He said if I did, he would spank me. Is Knight ok?”
Beauty could feel the sadness and her voice cracked a little. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry you haven’t gotten to speak to Grandma. I haven’t spoken to her either. And Knight, well, that subject upsets Daddy so let’s not mention it around him. But when he’s gone, you can talk to me. Ok?”
