Different Worlds

Chapter 7

This chapter contains sexual content/violence that can be triggering to some, so read with caution. And I'm sorry if I let some of you down by making this decision. But I did intend for my story to go this route, just to let you all know. This does get better, and it does have a happy ending.

Two little girls are huddled together against the wall—one crying, one trying to be strong for the other. And in the midst of it all is my husband, the loyal and kind King. Pants around his ankles, a look of complete lust and ecstasy on his face.

"My dear Snow," he coos, not having noticed me. "You want me to keep loving you, don't you? You want to be a good princess?"

"Get away from her!" Emma screams as he steps forward. Her face is bloodied as if she had been struck by a hard fist.

"You insolent little wench!" Leopold screams, sounding nothing like his normal self. "You stand aside. Or would you like to take her place again?"

"What the hell is going on here?" I snarl, stepping into the room with purpose.

Leopold steps back, his eyes widening in fear. "Regina, my love— "

"Don't you fucking call me that!" I screech, the darkness in me causing my whole body to shake. "How long?"

"How- how long what, My- My Queen?" Leopold stutters.

I glance down at his hard erection springing forth for one horrible, vile, sickening reason. I swallow the bile that is rising in my throat, forcing myself not to look at the two innocent girls 5 feet away.

"Close your eyes, girls," I command, my voice ice-cold and bitter.

Leopold looks at me with a fearful expression just before I feel the power inside of me take over. I grab his male asset with my hand, offering him a coy smile as I pleasure him for a few mere seconds. "Go to hell you sick bastard," I whisper just before slicing it clean off of his body with a sharp dagger that had been conjured into my hand.

Adrenaline taking over his body even with blood spurting out of him, he wrenches himself back, screaming in pain.

"Daddy?" I hear little Snow say in a trembling voice.

"Emma take her to my chamber and shut the door. Do not come out until I say. And do not look over here when you leave. Do you understand? Go!"

When the door shuts behind them, I loom over a dying Leopold who is gasping in pain as he writhes on the ground, face violently pale. He spits out a mouthful of blood, his lungs rattling. "The kingdom will have you executed for this!" He rasps. "My daughter will avenge my death!"

I press my foot against his chest, making it even harder for him to breathe. "Do you really think she will try and defend you after what you've done? How you hurt her? How you hurt Emma? How you hurt me?"

"I see it now—they were right. Like mother like daughter. You are exactly like that witch Cora. You carry darkness inside of you," he snarls, slowly losing consciousness.

I glance down at my hand, feeling dark tendrils wrap themselves around it, giving me more power. I hadn't known I carried it within me all along. I kneel beside him, taking his chin in my hand. "If that is what it takes, so be it. Long live the Evil Queen." I light up a fireball in my hand. "But I will never hurt innocent people the way you have."

Soon, all that is left of the king is a pile of smoking ashes. As the reality of what I have done sets in, hysteria begins to take over. Leopold was right—the kingdom will execute me for this. I have committed treason.