Beauty and the Beast

Chapter Two - The Beast

Her lids felt heavy against her eyes as they slowly opened. A pain pounded in the back of her head. She brought her arm up to her hair, feeling its braid along her back. Her eyes opened to a white ceiling, with a small light dimly lighted above her. Her eyes flew open and she snapped up. Looking down at her body, she wore a blue nightgown, but she didn't own a blue nightgown. She felt up and down her body, checking every inch of her for scratches. She suddenly feared the worst, and looked beneath her gown. Her underwear hadn't been changed, but did that tell her if she was raped or not.

"I didn't," A voice spoke, consuming her thoughts.

Her head snapped up in the its direction. Sitting in a chair in the corner of the room sat Oliver. His jeans and blue shirt had gone, and were replaced by grey sweats and a white t-shirt. He had shaved, and his chin was free of any stubble. His hair was wet, as if he had recently taken a shower. He looked so normal, but Belle knew. 

She slide farther away from him, almost falling from the bed when she felt a snug on her left leg. Around it was tied a thick rope to the bed post. She pulled, but it only nipped at her sensitive skin. A raw rage filled inside of her. She looked up at him and scowled, "What the fuck have you done with me?"

Her only watched her, his eyes taking in everything they could. She felt suddenly exposed, and cursed herself for blushing slightly. Her eyes still narrowed at him.

"I wanted you," He said, "I had to keep you and I don't know why."

"What?," He was scaring her. His eyes were soft but confused, and she didn't know what he would do.

"You're different, " was his answer.

She softened her gaze and her words came out gently, "Oliver, you don't want to do this. You should let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone." 

"That's a lie," He rose slightly from his seat, suddenly angry. He was right, as soon as she got out of here, she would be running and screaming to the police. He watched her again, silence filled the room as she was too scared to speak. His anger vanished, and he was sitting calmly again, but his eyes never left her. 

"My name isn't Oliver," His voice was neutral again, "It's Benjamin."

She wasn't too surprised, of course he lied. He had been lieing the whole time at the coffee shop, and she was ashamed of herself. She had pictured this guy and her in...she couldn't even think of it anymore. But she had to get out of here so she nodded as if understanding, "Can I call you Ben?"

He shook his head back and forth, "No, I'm just Benjamin."

He rose from his chair, taking slow steps to her bedside. She quickly retreated away from him, her back pressed into the backboard so hard that she could feel it's imprint. The bed shift under his wieght as he sat next to her, and she turned her body away from him. She crouched into a small ball, her body trembled fiercely under his gaze. He placed his hand along her arms, she flinched away, his hands were so warm and inviting, but she knew. She knew those hand would hurt her. She pinched her eyes shut, not wanting to even look at him any longer. The rope bit into her ankle's skin as she tried to pull her leg up to her chest, but it was a hopeless effort. Tears began to fall from her eyes, and she held back soft sobs. 

"I can't hurt you." His voice sounded pleading, "Please understand that. Something about you...I can't do anything to harm you. Your different than she was, when I look at you I know you aren't like her."

"What are you talking about?" Belle released her sobs, "What did you do to the her?"

He let out a soft sigh, she could feel his warm breath against her skin. He was so close to her, "I killed her, but I won't kill you."

Her sobs were frantic now, he was going to kill her. He said he wouldn't, but he was lieing. He had been lieing this whole time. Her body shook uncontrollably, and her breaths became more rapid. "Let me go, please let me go."

He reached for her again, placing his finger along her cheek, but she slammed her head back against the backboard to avoid his touch, "I won't hurt you. I can't..."

She faced him, her eyes widening in pain. She screamed, "YOUR'RE HURTING ME RIGHT NOW! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT! YOUR'RE HURTING ME!"

His eyes broke underneath her hardening gaze, as he turned away. He stared at his hands as they trembled, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He rose form the bed, taking long rapid strides to the a light blue door. He turned and looked at her once more before leaving. He left her alone in this strange room. Her tears ran freely down her cheeks, no matter how many time she tried to stop, the tears continued. She sat against the backboard, still too afraid to move. She was going to die.