Cruel Beauty

After Party

When you reach down she flinches in fear but you merely button the blazer to assure her modesty. 'Come on, let's get you back to your room that's enough excitement for one night.' you coax her to stand up she's trembling. You wrap an arm around her waist and pause to see if she will allow it or prefer to be left untouched. To your surprise, she curls against you and you escort her to her room occasionally a suppressed sob escapes her lips and you tighten your hold. You get back to her room and thank god the door is unlocked. You suspect a certain valet of thinking ahead and mentally thank him. You get her into her room she sits by her vanity mirror and lifts a tissue wiping away her tears. 'Do you need any help getting ready for bed your grace.' The Baroness gives a watery smile knowing you are addressing her formally to try and lick her wounded pride. 'There isn't much left of my frock, I will be fine to dispense of the remainder.' 

You incline your head, you would like to stay but you truly have no reason to and you don't wish to overstay your welcome. 'Good night, your ladyship.' you speak softly. The Baroness doesn't look at you, she's too wound up in her own trauma. The door clicks shut and she gasps a few times then lets herself break down burying her face in her hands. The heartbreaking thing is you can hear her sobbing through the wall, you place your hand against the wall and tears sting your eyes.

You get out of your dress and go into your ensuite to wash up a little, you tie your hair in a braid down your shoulder and take off your makeup. You tug on zigzag patterned pyjama bottoms and a light pink vest top, then fix yourself a cup of tea. It occurs to you to ask the older woman to join you but she's likely asleep besides socialising with the help, was beneath her. You grab an oversized cardigan and curl up in a snuggle chair by the fireplace to read. Victoria eventually manages to pull herself together, she wipes off her makeup. Victoria brushes out her now shoulder-length dark locks and then she takes off your blazer. Looking down the embarrassment returns her breasts are already bulging due to the effect of the parasite growing in her womb and everyone had seen them. She harshly rips the rest of her frock off baring her teeth in anger as she rips it, it falls to the floor and she harshly kicks it aside. The floor-length mirror catches her eyes and she walks over to it in just her knickers and her heels. Anyone would have found this a treat. The Baroness takes in her once glorious body, her nipples are much darker, and her breasts look ridiculous and will sag after the parasite is removed, she turns slightly and sees the stretch marks which have appeared on her arse and her hips. Her long shapely legs have horrible blue veins and her once flat stomach is now swollen. At over a month of pregnancy, these symptoms weren't really visible but it was all she could see.

Victoria Von Hellman stared at her uglied body in the mirror wishing she could undo all these drastic changes, she had no idea that she looked beautiful spare the one fact, she looked painfully thin, but all she could see was fat. The Baroness growled in rage and grabbed a pair of scissors, hyperventilating she stared at her reflection and slowly brought the tip of the scissors to her stomach, she pushed them lightly against her flesh, she could do it. Cut the problem out, it'd kill her, but it'd get the job done. Looking up she catches her reflection and stares at herself with pure hatred, how could she be so stupid, so weak, to let him impregnate her, she deserved this curse, she deserved it for being so pathetic! The Baroness swallowed, no, no she did not deserve this, this was all the doing of her bastard husband. He had set out to make her life as miserable as possible, he was the one to blame. She removed the scissors and marched over to the frock grabbing it in anger she began to hack it up, strip by strip, she mutilated the material as tears fell. When she was done the frock resembled streamers, but she now at least had some emotional release. Victoria got ready for bed removing the last of her garments and shimmying into a dark purple silk gown with a matching night robe, she glanced at the mirror then grabbed a blanket tossed it over it then headed into her kingsize bed. Turning off her bedside light she quietly cried herself to sleep.