The Untold Story of Mother Gothel

You all know the story of Rapunzel, the beautiful child with golden hair who was stolen away by an awful woman only to be locked away in a tower cut off from society for eighteen years. Well the answer is quite simple, I was raised the same way. I too was taken away from my parents as a baby. I grew up in the same tower that I held Rapunzel in. My captor was a horrible man who I thought loved me and whom I thought I loved, but in reality, he was a vile man who did unspeakable things to me. He would drown me in the bath and revive me so I could be used as his play thing. I had no contact with the outside world but sometimes my captor would leave for days at a time and come home drunk like there was no tomorrow and sometimes I hoped there would be no tomorrow so I could escape this hellscape. But I couldn't, everyday was worse than the last and I knew that I had to either escape or adapt. So I chose the latter. I adapted to survive, but I soon began to enjoy the torment that he would place upon me, I began to normalize it in my head and soon, I would ask for it. My captor was surprised when I began to ask for it because he realized that I would no longer be his plaything by force so he had to come up with a new way to torment me.

When I was sixteen years old, my captor decided to torture me in the worst way possible. He got me pregnant at sixteen years old, and once my baby was born, a beautiful baby girl with hair as yellow as the sun, was killed by the father, my captor. He took our child and drowned her in the bath that he would drown me in but he didn't revive the child like we would do with me. I didn't even get to hold my child nor see her. All I heard was her cries and then the crying stopping and my captor coming out empty handed. I knew what he had done and I wanted to hate him, I wanted to hate him so badly, but I couldn't. I knew that there was no escaping what I was put through, but I still loved him, but I knew I needed to do something about my situation. No one was coming to save me, not now, not tomorrow, not ever. I needed to save myself, I needed to kill my captor.

I waited until he left the tower for days and would come back drunk off his ass and I waited until he passed out drunk on the floor of my tower. I dragged his very heavy body into the bathroom where I shoved his head in the scalding bath water I had ready for him when he came home. I dunked his head into the water and watched as he was burned and at the same time, drowned like I did as a child. I knew that there was no stopping me, I did what had to be done. After I knew that bastard was dead as the soul I no longer had, I burned his body and hid the remains away. I knew there was no going back from what I did. I did what had to be done. I realized that after I had committed the well justified murder, I didn't feel any better, but rather I begun to miss him and felt somewhat sincere regret for what I had done. I knew that I had to escape this goddamn tower and find someone like him. Except, the only difference would be, this man would actually love me. He would be kind and he wouldn't kill my baby.

I thought I found this man, his name was Fredric and he was the prince of a land called Corona. We had talked for what seemed like an eternity and then we made love. It was a magical experience and just like the last time I had experienced this, I got pregnant. Only this time, I got to keep my baby alive, but not for long. After my daughter had been born, Fredric stole her away to pass off as his own heir. The heir to the crown after he and his wife pass on. I was enraged. This was my child, my beautiful daughter, Rapunzel.