Cruel Beauty

Déjà vu All Over Again

Author: Trigger Warning rape/violence

The man shifts back revealing a cane. 'I fear that I'd slow my group down. You are yn, aren't you the baroness's...assistant?' You frown. 'What's it to you?' The man chuckles and raises a hand in defense. 'A mere observation, for what it's worth I'm glad she has found someone to settle with.' You quirk an eyebrow. 'I'm glad her ladyship's happiness is of such importance to you.' The man chuckles again. 'You are a spitfire, being that she is of the exact same temperament I assume you are both equally matched, must make for some sparks in the boudoir.' he gives a playful smirk. You narrow your eyes but you sense the older man is of no threat. 'What's your name, my lord?' The older man waves his hand. 'I don't bother with formalities just call me Henry.' You pour a drink for you and your newly found friend, you pass him a glass sitting opposite him. 'And who are you here with tonight Henry, your wife?' The older man shakes his head. 'My daughter and her husband. My wife passed last spring.' You soften. 'I am sorry for your loss.' The older man has a twinkle in his eye. 'I am too. I am sorry for all the years of her life that were wasted with me, the only part I do not regret is our girl.' You tilt your head in confusion. The man reaches into his trouser pocket bringing out his wallet and passing it to you.

'What's this?' You open it and see the picture, very traditional, handsome husband, pretty wife, holding a baby. 'This is you? And your wife? You look....happy.' The old man chuckles. 'No, we don't, we look respectable how we are supposed to, but we don't look happy. Take it out.' You remove the picture and see another, the handsome man with another man. Now they do look happy, love is clear in their eyes. 'I always thought Victoria and yourself to be very brave to pursue each other no matter what, we need more people like you in this world. And we will, things are changing, a great shift is upon us, it saddens me that I will never see it.' You run your fingers gently over the photograph. 'What happened to him? Where is he now?' You query. 'Dead, my dear. He died a long time ago he was drafted for war, and he didn't come back.' He reaches into his shirt bringing out a necklace holding fibre identity discs. 'For a little while though, we were truly happy.' You give a sad smile. 'I'm sorry, you didn't get your happy ending.' He tucks the discs away again. 'I admire you a great deal, yn.' You listen to him. 'Now what are you waiting for, there is a murderer to unmask and a beautiful woman waiting on you to find her.' You blush awkwardly as he really has no idea how accurate he is.

The Baroness passes a few excited groups but the guests think better than to speak to her, she looks annoyed. How dare that despicable man touch her and think to presume to correct her, she smoothes down her gold sparkling gown and tightens the black lace. Another thought comes to her mind as she remembers the way Wilhelm would treat her at these intimate dinners. Stripping her, mocking her, humiliating her, hurting her. She slows down and gently rubs her wrists as she remembers that particular night.

He already had her by the wrist he tore at her clothes ripping off her wings, the material was so fine it practically melted in his hands. 'Get your hands off of me!' she swung a punch bursting his nose. Immediately she brought her hands to her mouth in terror. 'I didn't mean it.' she whispered quietly. The look in his eyes told her it was too late, she ran as fast as she could losing one of her shoes in the process. She cried out when he caught her slamming her into a white pillar she was winded before she knew it his belt was wrapped around her wrists which were around the pillar. 'Wilhelm, please! Not here there are still guests!' she begged. But it was no use he ripped the lower half of her dress away. 'I warned you did I not?!' she cried out as his full length entered her. 'I told you if you pulled another stunt you would have serious consequences.' she bit her own shoulder to muffle the screams so no one could hear. He repeatedly impaled her on his length until he found a rhythm. Tears rolled down her high cheekbones as he had his way with her, she gripped her own hands for support. Eventually, she felt his ejaculation spew inside of her. He withdrew and zipped his trousers. 'This will hopefully have done the trick.' he moved around to make eye contact with her. 'I'm doing this for your own good Victoria.' he kissed her forehead and she glowered at him with hatred.