Between A Rose And Its Thorns (ON HOLD)

The Death.

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 to 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 on the knob the only thing keeping her intruders out.

"Isabelle! Isabelle, are you alright?!" She could heat 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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Lucinda's point of view

Panic swells deeply in me as I listen to the too familiar scream. "Isabelle!" I shout and run out of the dining room.

"Lucinda!" I hear the beast call out after me, yet I ignore him. All I can focus on now is getting to my sister.

I know my sister, probably better than she knows herself. I know her scream when there is a mouse or a rat.

I turn the corner.

I know if she is screaming from exhaustion or from boredom.

I run up the stairs, picking up my skirts as I take two steps at a time.

But that scream... that scream...

My throat clogs up, Isabelle's scream cut off. I grab the door handle to our room. Locked. "No... no, no, no, no!" I whisper, and continued to jiggle the door. I bang my body against the door, if I could just... jar.. it... open...!

Where's the beast when you actually need to break something?!

"Isabelle!" I shout, and shove my shoulder against the door again. "Isabelle, are you alright?!" Fear bubbles up in me, I could feel tears in my eyes. "Isabelle, please answer me!"

"Mademoiselle!" I gasp and turn around, Domain's silver face stared back at me. "What are you doing?!" He shouts and waves his hands at me.

"Domain, please, I need to get the door open!" I beg him, my eyes drift to the keys in his hand. "Unlock it! Please, please unlock the door!"

He jumped and held up a large gold key. "Oui, mademoiselle!" I bite my bottom lip, my hands clenching and unclenching my skirts. He kneels down and shoved the key into the hole.