Beast

Shut In

"Sit there and don't move or your ass will be burnt to bits before you can stand." Maxwell glared at Belle before he left the small room. In it was one chair that face the wall, and one door that led to a hallway full of doors to rooms that looked just like this. Belle watched as the heavy door slammed shut. Swallowing, she looked at the chair. It appeared to be as normal a chair as she had seen before but this ass-burning quality was foreign...then again Belle thought he could be only exaggerating.

She sat down gingerly and rubbed her wrists. When she entered the north end of the hallway outside of this door, the cuffs clicked and fell off her wrists. Like magnets, they flew to the wall and were sent into small compartments. The gag stopped blinking once she and Maxwell had reached the doorway. He had held out his hand and waited for the gag to fall from her mouth. He tucked it into a slot on his belt.

Alone in this room, she realized that her father and Gaston were farther away than she could walk. She couldn't drive a normal car like they had in Piana let alone one of the hovering cars they had here. She had no way out of here with the security they passed through just to enter the building. She was stuck here, forever.

She glanced down at her forearm. Security was not the only thing Belle had to go through when Maxwell dragged her through the lower floors of the mansion. He took her to a room with a padded table on it. A man who reminded her of Piana's doctors but with tattoos down his arms had given her shots, and a lot of them. One in particular was not a liquid. A thin circular disc had been injected into her arm in the form of a gelatin substance. Over a few hour sit would expand, harder, and would activate. But other than that, the man did not tell her anything else, let alone what it was "activating".

She pulled the sleeve of her shirt down to cover all the bandages on her arm. Not looking at them made it hurt less. But Belle had a feeling that she would know more pain here than just a few shots.

Soon, the door swung open and two large hands gripped the back of Belle's chair.

"I see you made it down here in one piece. I will have to reward Max for his restraint." Belle could hear the smirk in his deep voice as he spoke. Callahan walked around to be in front of Belle. He lifted her chin with his finger. Belle got a good look of him while he got a good look of her.

He had dark, short brown hair styled to lift away from his eyes. His eyes were black, or almost black in the light. His skin was tan, and he was well built. He had a sleeve of tattoos down his right arm with words in a language Belle could not read. His strong jaw intimidated Belle more than she already was.

"You're a pretty one. Are all the girls in your town as pretty as you?" Belle stayed silent, mainly because she didn't know what to say.

"Well, what's your name?" He stared at her impatiently like he had been expecting her to just introduce herself.

"Je suis Belle Desrosier."

"In English, girl! You people are seriously the only humans I know who still have their own language..."

"You mean, everyone speaks English? What about culture or identity or-"

"Shut up!" A quick back hand across the face silenced Belle. Her curiosity was getting the best of her. A small tear threatened to fall from her eyes. "Now answer my question."

"My name is Belle." Her voice was now smaller and she had no confidence in her actions. Just the way every other girl had acted ten minutes into the mansion. Callahan smiled.

"Good. I'm Callahan Edwards. You will call me Sir and nothing else. Do you understand that?" Belle nodded, working to not let herself cry. "Now stand up and come with me."

As they walked down the hallway, Belle thought to herself something no one in Piana had ever had to think, I want to go home.

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"This is your room. You are not to leave until I personally say so or one of my associates allows you. And don't think for a second that I won't know if you sneak out. I have eyes everywhere." Callahan's deep voice echoed in Belle's ears as she stood in front of the doors to her new bedroom. She almost dared to look behind her to give 'Sir' a glare but she decided against it. The doors were brighter white than Belle ever knew. Flowers and swirls were engraved into the wood, shining with pride. The carpenter must be proud of his work, Belle thought to herself. Little things like how even the engravings were distracted Belle. She appreciated the smallest things in her world. How symmetric a butterfly's wings are, the hundreds of types of stones crushed into the cobblestone in the street at home in Piana, the individual pores in her skin that collected dust and dirt. It was no surprise that a door's engraving meant so much to her.

"So are you going to just stare at the door?" Callahan groaned and reached in front of her to reach a small blue pad next to the doorknob. He pressed his hand against it and it blinked green. The door automatically opened slowly, allowing Belle to see where she would be living for the time being.

"Wow..." Belle couldn't help but comment as she stepped into the room. It must have been bigger than her entire home! The elegant white bed stood off to the right with a table next to it. On the left was a large table with a shiny black surface. It was taller than a normal coffee table and had one chair in front of it. In the center of the room was a large rug with white illustrations created by yarn. In the back of the room was a glass door with colors behind it. As Belle stepped forward, she noticed that a blue pad was connected to the wall, just like the door to her room. The windows on either side of the glass door had them as well. The wooden door on the left had no pad however, so it was assumed that it was the restroom.

"Yeah, I know it's great," Callahan laughed as he rolled his eyes. He could not believe how horribly innocent this girl was. She walked like a small girl who was afraid of every step, she watched every move with wide eyes, she was impressed with a room that is, at best, mediocre. His room was the best of the best. Wait till she sees that, Callahan smirked to himself. She'd see it alright and then she'd be amazed.

"Well, goodnight!" Callahan laughed as he shut the door in Belle's face, ignoring the screams for him to wait coming from behind the door. As he walked down the hall, he smiled proudly. Everything was falling into place. Taking down the world's most known city was becoming easier and easier. Take away a piece of them and the rest is soon to crumble down after her. Then he would be satisfied, although Belle might have just been enough to please him.

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