Merry Christmas!!!

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Sorry guys, but not a chapter...
It is, however, a day to celebrate!!!

Now for all you Disney fans out there...
It took me a little bit of digging, but I did find the Beauty and the Beast Christmas Special!!!

(Please excuse the ladies beside the tv)
Remember, this movie DOES NOT, I REPEAT, DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!
I only own my characters, and my characters ALONE!

Speaking of my characters... here's a sneak peak to the next chapter!

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3rd person.

The servant smirked as she stared at the trembling girl. "Pardon me, Miss, is something wrong?" She mocked as she walked closer. "You have been treated like royalty, are you aware of this? Are you?! Perhaps you think you are better than us!"

Isabelle cried out from the harsh slap to her cheek. She cradled it, her eyes watered as she stared up at the nameless maid. "Why... w-why are you doing this?" She whimpered, a tear slipping down her cheek.

The maid gritted her teeth. Her silver eyes flared down into Isabelle's pained ones. "There are many reasons why, beauty!" She kicked Isabelle, causing her to fall back into the hard floor. Isabelle cried out, bruises seemed to begin to form on her arms. "But mostly," Isabelle screamed, her beautiful hair tugged by its roots. The servant grinned devilishly and pulled harder on the precious golden hair. "Because I was just like you. Sweet, naive," she stroked the tear away on Isabelle's cheek; Isabelle groaned as the servant stabbed her nails into her soft skin. "And beautiful, so very beautiful..." she purred and forced her nails go in deeper, smiling as Isabelle cried out in pain.

The servant suddenly stopped. She could hear footsteps coming, soon enough a loud banging was on the door. The small lock of the knob the only thing keeping her intruders out.

"Isabelle! Isabelle, are you alright?!" She could hear the girl's sister shout from the other side of the wood. She clamped her hand over Isabelle's mouth, muffling her scream.

She was running out of time. The servant turned to the open window.

She grinned.

Perfect.

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