Hard Time's

Frozen

Flashback: How the baron survived

The abuse was no longer possible to endure the Baroness was a proud and beautiful woman she wasn't quick to let the mask slip. As a young bride, she had put up with the Baron, his humiliations, and his abuse. His parading whores through their home or exposing her breasts to his friends. She had endured his numerous attempts to impregnate her and the only result had been a discovery. He was infertile from his years of alcohol and drug abuse, and she realised she hated being touched and had no interest in men. It was the night he had forced her over her vanity table that had been the final straw. In all her fears she'd never dreamt he'd enter her in such a way, especially without even preparing her. Rape she had become accustomed to, but this?

The Baroness knew she had to get out of there she'd managed to collect some money enough to start a life by selling apology trinkets the baron had bought her. She had no allies or friend's that she could trust she was on her own and she often feared the Baron's valet a dark-haired man named John was watching her. That night she sat down at the long table across from the baron to have dinner. She sat up back straight politely chewing her food, on the opposite side the Baron ate sloppily, drugged out his mind, he stopped suddenly feeling her eyes on him studying him. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. 'When I finish eating you will crawl over here and suck my dick like a good whore.' he sneered. The Baroness smiled politely. 'Of course dear.' The baron grunted and drank his wine. He scrunched up his eyes everything going double he looked at the Baroness.

'What have you done you bitch?!' he roars he feels it settling into his system she has drugged his wine. The Baroness smiles taking another bite of her food. The baron faceplants into his food she sets down her fork and holding her knife she walks over to him her heartbeat increases she wants to. She wants to kill the miserable bastard but she can't. She drops the knife and leaves heading upstairs to get her hidden bag. The baroness doesn't hear him she just feels the sudden pain of the fire poker striking her back as she reaches the top of the stairs. Her gown has ripped and the blood is spurting everywhere she cries out in pain falling. She rolls onto her back looking up and sees the Baron towering over her.

The Baroness's eyes widen in terror of course she should've used a stronger substance the Baron was often out of his mind on drugs, and he could endure. 'Did you just drug me you little slut?!' the baroness is shaking and in pain. She uses the heels of her hand to push herself back from him. Unable to speak she shakes her head. 'DID YOU JUST LIE TO ME?!' he raises the fire poker and she knows it's over she closes her eyes. The fire poker clatters from a distance opening her eyes she sees the Baron is gone his valet stands over her. 'My lady, you need medical attention.' he scoops her up and she hisses in pain.

Looking over the bannister she sees the Baron sprawled on the floor looking at John she knows what he did, he will certainly go to prison. 'I know of a less reputable medic the Baron uses when issues arrive with his female callers. Call him and get rid of the body. The chief of police is in the Baron's employment, I'll use this to arrange his death certificate.' John nods and takes the Baroness to her bed and at her request calls the shady doctor. His methods are incorrect and leave the Baroness scarred for life. John wraps the body in a rug storing it in the car he drives into the woods and begins digging a shallow grave.

John turns and sees the Baron sitting he looks afraid and is shaking. 'You aren't dead.' he comments and lifts the shovel walking towards him. 'John, John! Wait! Please you aren't a killer, please just, just give me a chance let me speak!' the baron cowers and John stops in his tracks thrusting the shovel into the ground. 'You know me, John, you have always known me, since we were children, I'm not a bad fellow, perhaps I've been a bad husband.' John snorts. 'Ok, alright, I've been an awful husband, I am just so frustrated that I have no heir I know it's not her fault, it's mine. My chance of impregnating a woman is one in a million the doctor said so himself.' he cries.

'It's Victoria isn't it old boy? You are in love with her, I understand I truly do I should have appreciated her better. She is a rare beauty. If you let me go I will leave and I will never return. You have my word as a gentleman. I have offshore accounts and I will never bother you or her again. She can be yours, I will contact Sargeant Reynolds and Victoria will inherit my life insurance. Just spare me my life I'm begging.' he gets onto his knees sobbing. John grabs him roughly by the throat. 'The Baroness is not yours to give to anyone, but you can keep your miserable life if you swear never to return.' John snarls.

The Baron feels relief and nods. 'I do, I swear it, you will never see me again.' John throws him to the ground he groans in pain. 'Thank you, John, you are a true gentleman.' John thrusts the shovel into the earth inches from the Baron's head. 'If you ever were to return, it would not be for a long visit.' he kicks his ribs hard. 'Get out of here, now!' the baron gets up and runs through the forest. John gets back in the car and drives back to Hellman Hall. The Baroness is in bed but her wound is infected she's delirious and has a fever. John dutifully sits at her bedside. 'It is taken care of, your ladyship.'

"Tell me I'm frozen, but what can I do?

Can't tell the reasons, I did it for you
When lies turn into truth, I sacrificed for you
You say that I'm frozen, but what can I do?"