Cruel Beauty

Cruella II: reflection

The Baroness is shocked and she looks up to see people emerging from her party having followed the barking Dalmatians. Your eyes dart around anxiously. 'She tried to drag me with her!' Police vehicles are skidding up onto the lawn. Staff and officers alike engulf the Baroness asking about the woman. Victoria doesn't know what to say; she feigns that she is about to burst into tears. 'Police Commissioner Reynolds, there has been the most terrible accident. A woman, she, was demanding money, threatening me, I had no idea my dogs were loose. They were chasing someone.' The commissioner approaches. 'Oh, I feel faint.' he takes her in his arms and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. She plays the damsel in distress perfectly falling into his arms. 'It's alright, madam, my men are on the case.' she looks up at him so soft and vulnerable...the submissive little woman the Baron had married. Her breasts heaving in the tight corset and he is most certainly watching. It'd almost be like a scene from a romantic detective story. You know, if you ignore the pissed-off lesbian watching the detective perv over her woman- oh shit wait. That's our cue.

'I'll see to the Baroness, I'm sure you are quite busy commissioner.' you interrupt curtly and it takes him a moment to stop staring at her tits. You clear your throat. He snaps out of his hypnosis and helps her up. 'Boys, help the Baroness inside.' You take her from him. 'Never send boys to do a woman's job. I insist commissioner, I can care for the lady.' Your voice drips with arrogance that would even make the Baroness blush. The commissioner glares at you. 'Fan out, if she has an accomplice we will find them. I will leave no stone unturned.' he puffs out his chest. You give him a thin-lipped smile and take Victoria indoors. She clings to you and buries her face into your neck, purely because she doesn't want to face her guests. This was supposed to be the ball of the season and now her entire evening has been ruined by that stupid peasant. When you get inside the Baroness is shaking from the events of the night, outside the police are combing the grounds of Hellman Hall in search of the woman's accomplice.

It's true you know she isn't exactly having an existential crisis because she caused the woman to die, you know Victoria she just isn't wired that way. Still, she does seem shaken, not to mention freezing from the cold and rain, the storm flashes outside. When you get to her room she stops in the center of the floor only relaxing her shoulders when she hears you lock the door shut. You approach her from behind resting your hands on her petite waist. 'Darling you've had a shock, come sit.' your tone is soothing and she closes her eyes. The Baroness turns her head so you are in her line of vision. You watch her eyes go to your lips, and in a moment of indecision, she starts kissing your neck. God it's good, her lips are soft and sweet, her breath hot on your neck that she is marking up nicely with lipstick. Really? Is she fucking kidding, the one night she is both potentially too traumatised or too drunk to consent she gives the green light. She is standing there like a Marie Antoinette treat breasts heaving, and collarbones on display. But you can't in good conscience take advantage of her it'd be wrong morally.

'Victoria.' you gently pull away from her. 'This isn't right.' The Baroness remains in your arms she removes her lips from your throat. Looking up at you she is flushed with embarrassment at your rejection. Men watched her with their tongues hanging out, the Baron would take her whether she wanted it or not but rejection wasn't an experience she had ever gone through. 'Right. Go then.' she huffs and walks away from you. You think she has a damn nerve, she used you once for sex, paid you, insulted you by doing so, and had not shown any indication of interest in you ever since. This time it's definitely not a horny pregnancy thing. Sitting at her vanity mirror she begins angrily taking off her earrings which get thrown on the table, joined by her ring. Next, the golden silk gloves are thrown on the floor, she starts fiddling with her bracelet but she can't get it. 'Heaven's sake!' she's going to snap it. You kneel beside her gently taking her hands and she stops. You carefully take her hand removing the bracelet, she stills. 'Thank you.' she replies with a sigh as you sit the bracelet down. You get back up walking away. 'Do you see me as a villain now?' you stop in your tracks. 'What? Don't be ridiculous, you saved my life she was going to kill me.'