sorry its a shorty xxxx
That's the thing about regret when you regret doing something to someone it's often something that can never be taken back. And if you can they can never look at you the same way. The Baroness screams as she is dragged down the hall by the prison guards. 'Let me go! You don't understand!' she grips the guards. 'Shut up Hellman!' The lights flicker and she is tossed into an empty cell it's complete darkness and not even a window is in sight. She hammers on the door repeatedly but there is no response.
48 hours earlier -
The Baroness is in full-on fashion mode, sketching, designing, and stitching, it's impressive how quickly she can go. You bring snacks and drinks when she needs them and repeatedly patrol the prison you have taken over to make sure no guards cross the threshold. Some women aren't too bad at sewing the Baroness harnesses their talents to get her work done faster. You have climbed up on a bunk in another cell and spy that there is a great deal of press there which is exactly what you wanted you smirk with triumph. 'How are we doing love?' you enter the room and squeeze her shoulder. 'Just adding the finishing touches if this doesn't get them talking then nothing will. She rubs her shoulder and you hear it click she's been in the same position for so long. 'I got ya.' you place your hands onto her shoulders squeezing she immediately closes her eyes tilting her head back and letting out a moan. A few prisoners turn to look at you both but you don't care. Your queen is in pain and you can not bare it. 'Shh, that's it.' you get her to relax.
When the gowns are done you all head up to the roof and debut the dresses the photographers immediately start snapping everyone. The Baroness has updated her silver ball gown the photographers are going wild down below. The Baroness has added a 20 ft train to her gown which she tosses down the side of the building. The word justice is written down it. 'If this doesn't work you better not let me burn.' she smiles and speaks through gritted teeth. You ink at her and nod. 'I won't let you burn. You strike a match and drop it on the train, the word justice vanishes and is replaced by for fashion. The women light their gowns on fire and each transforms to the delight of the press. The car draws up and Cruella steps out slowly taking off her sunglasses and looking up to see the Baroness preening and posing. She takes out her phone and calls Kat.'You said you would make her miserable. Why is she standing on the prison roof, like owns it?! Take her out idiot, before I take out you.' she closes her phone.
Kat looks pale and sick she swallows going onto the roof. '(y/n), I need to show you something downstairs it's important.' you look confused. 'Can't it wait?' Kat shakes her head. 'It's really important I need you to see this.' You sigh as she asks you to go with her leaving the Baroness to enjoy her glory. Heading down the stairs you don't know what to expect. It's crazy but you have fallen in love with Victoria Von Hellman. That's why the betrayal hurts so much. Betrayal does not come from those we do not trust, if it did it wouldn't sting so badly. You watch her push Natalie down the stairs. 'That was a mistake, one which we can get passed, I know it.' the Baroness has followed you and watched the tape behind you, she sounds desperate. When she turns she sees the rage and hatred on your face and now she is not so sure.
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Bad Girl
FanfictionAU Cruella is the Baron's daughter, not the Baroness's, you are her cellmate.