Into the Rose Garden
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
20,027
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Into the Rose Garden
Into the Rose Garden
ThelastNightingale
Disclaimer: please don’t sue me!
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Epilogue:
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Adele had often heard it said that animals would refuse to walk on earth where blood had been spilt. It was ridiculous, of course, and she had always dismissed such reports as mere peasant superstition...but suddenly she was beginning to wonder if there was a grain of truth to the old wives tales after all. Certainly it seemed that no amount of urging on her behalf would spur her horse forward into the castle courtyard. The mare stood doggedly still before the wrought iron gates, hooves fixed determinedly to the ground.
“Please...” she pleaded, glancing fearfully over her shoulder to the darkness behind her, “Please, don’t stop. Not now...”
A wolf howled somewhere in the nearby forest. Perturbed, Adele dug her heels into the mare’s side, struggling to wield control of the reigns. The beast gave a high-pitched whinny and continued to back away, it’s glossy flanks trembling with unmistakable fear. The young woman tried to urge it forward once more, only to realise the futility of her actions. She swung herself down onto the frozen ground and approached the castle on foot, passing through the shadowed archway with a visible shiver. She tried to tell herself that it was just the cold, but the excuse felt hollow and unconvincing – even in her own mind.
...She’d barely moved five paces within the cobbled courtyard when she heard a metallic screech and a heavy clang behind her. Whirling around on her heel, her eyes widened in horror as she saw that the gates had swung shut behind her, the bolt locked by unseen hands. On the other side of the iron partition, her horse gave a sudden cry of fright and bolted into the night. She wanted to follow, but a part of her had already accepted that she would not be leaving this castle alive.
With a low moan of despair, Adele sank bonelessly to her knees. This was the choice that she had made – to trade her father’s life for her own. It had seemed so noble when she was waving goodbye to her family in the guided sunshine of their château home. Now it just seemed reckless. Reckless and stupid.
“Oh God,” she whispered, clutching a hand to her mouth to fight back a sob. “Oh God, please don’t let me die...”
A long shadow fell over her suddenly. She squeezed her eyes shut, too afraid to look up.
“I *suppose* you’re the merchants daughter?”
The voice was low and coarse – more like the growl of an animal than anything else. Adele felt a cold tremor of dread run over her spine. What was it her father had said dwelt within the castle? A Beast? She could not bring herself to look, but simply nodded obediently.
“Yes, mi’lord.”
“And I *suppose* he sent you here as payment?”
Again, she nodded. “Yes, mi’lord.”
There was a long moment of silence as the lord of the castle considered her. Adele felt the weight of his gaze upon her body, silently scrutinising for weaknesses, flaws.
“You’re not as pretty as he said you’d be,” he concluded finally, tone briefly regretful.
Adele flinched, unforeseeably stung by the criticism. In her village she was considered to be one of the most beautiful young maids in the district – she’d had many a handsome suitor beg her father for her hand in the past. Nevertheless, she hung her head and swallowed, a sudden heat beginning to burn behind her closed eyelids.
“I...I’m sorry.”
He made a short sound of disgust – halfway between a snort and a bark – and began to circle around her. Adele cowered down, tentatively preparing herself for a blow. The expected attack, however, was not forthcoming. Instead the voice continued on, alarmingly conversational.
“This is your home now. There are no locked rooms here, so you may come and go as you please. The only condition of your stay is that I expect you to accompany me to dinner. I dine at eight o’clock sharp every evening. I expect you to be punctual.”
Adele bit back a scream as she felt the unexpected caress of warm breath against her cheek. Whoever – whatever – this man was, he had suddenly drawn his face very close to hers, so close that she could detect his scent. He smelt musky and animal, and so chillingly inhuman that she instinctively recoiled in horror. If he noticed her reaction, however, he chose not to show it. He merely chuckled, tone suddenly dropping to a devilish whisper.
“There are many within these walls who have longed to have a beautiful young girl such as you in their midst. I have no doubt that you will find yourself quite in demand during your stay here.”
His words chilled her in a way that she could not explain, but before she could properly analyse his meaning she felt a pair of strong fingers – far, far larger than any humans – grip her underneath her chin and force her head up. She kept her eyes screwed tightly shut, even as she felt the second hand ghosting lightly over the tops of her breasts.
“...I certainly look forward to making your acquaintance, Mademoiselle.”
Then – as suddenly as he arrived – the man was gone, and Adele was once again alone in the moonlit courtyard. She shuddered, skin still warm from where he had traced his fingertips across her skin. The reality of her situation began to slowly dawn on her. Her father had not traded her life for his...he had sold her into sexual slavery.
ThelastNightingale
Disclaimer: please don’t sue me!
**************************
Epilogue:
**************************
Adele had often heard it said that animals would refuse to walk on earth where blood had been spilt. It was ridiculous, of course, and she had always dismissed such reports as mere peasant superstition...but suddenly she was beginning to wonder if there was a grain of truth to the old wives tales after all. Certainly it seemed that no amount of urging on her behalf would spur her horse forward into the castle courtyard. The mare stood doggedly still before the wrought iron gates, hooves fixed determinedly to the ground.
“Please...” she pleaded, glancing fearfully over her shoulder to the darkness behind her, “Please, don’t stop. Not now...”
A wolf howled somewhere in the nearby forest. Perturbed, Adele dug her heels into the mare’s side, struggling to wield control of the reigns. The beast gave a high-pitched whinny and continued to back away, it’s glossy flanks trembling with unmistakable fear. The young woman tried to urge it forward once more, only to realise the futility of her actions. She swung herself down onto the frozen ground and approached the castle on foot, passing through the shadowed archway with a visible shiver. She tried to tell herself that it was just the cold, but the excuse felt hollow and unconvincing – even in her own mind.
...She’d barely moved five paces within the cobbled courtyard when she heard a metallic screech and a heavy clang behind her. Whirling around on her heel, her eyes widened in horror as she saw that the gates had swung shut behind her, the bolt locked by unseen hands. On the other side of the iron partition, her horse gave a sudden cry of fright and bolted into the night. She wanted to follow, but a part of her had already accepted that she would not be leaving this castle alive.
With a low moan of despair, Adele sank bonelessly to her knees. This was the choice that she had made – to trade her father’s life for her own. It had seemed so noble when she was waving goodbye to her family in the guided sunshine of their château home. Now it just seemed reckless. Reckless and stupid.
“Oh God,” she whispered, clutching a hand to her mouth to fight back a sob. “Oh God, please don’t let me die...”
A long shadow fell over her suddenly. She squeezed her eyes shut, too afraid to look up.
“I *suppose* you’re the merchants daughter?”
The voice was low and coarse – more like the growl of an animal than anything else. Adele felt a cold tremor of dread run over her spine. What was it her father had said dwelt within the castle? A Beast? She could not bring herself to look, but simply nodded obediently.
“Yes, mi’lord.”
“And I *suppose* he sent you here as payment?”
Again, she nodded. “Yes, mi’lord.”
There was a long moment of silence as the lord of the castle considered her. Adele felt the weight of his gaze upon her body, silently scrutinising for weaknesses, flaws.
“You’re not as pretty as he said you’d be,” he concluded finally, tone briefly regretful.
Adele flinched, unforeseeably stung by the criticism. In her village she was considered to be one of the most beautiful young maids in the district – she’d had many a handsome suitor beg her father for her hand in the past. Nevertheless, she hung her head and swallowed, a sudden heat beginning to burn behind her closed eyelids.
“I...I’m sorry.”
He made a short sound of disgust – halfway between a snort and a bark – and began to circle around her. Adele cowered down, tentatively preparing herself for a blow. The expected attack, however, was not forthcoming. Instead the voice continued on, alarmingly conversational.
“This is your home now. There are no locked rooms here, so you may come and go as you please. The only condition of your stay is that I expect you to accompany me to dinner. I dine at eight o’clock sharp every evening. I expect you to be punctual.”
Adele bit back a scream as she felt the unexpected caress of warm breath against her cheek. Whoever – whatever – this man was, he had suddenly drawn his face very close to hers, so close that she could detect his scent. He smelt musky and animal, and so chillingly inhuman that she instinctively recoiled in horror. If he noticed her reaction, however, he chose not to show it. He merely chuckled, tone suddenly dropping to a devilish whisper.
“There are many within these walls who have longed to have a beautiful young girl such as you in their midst. I have no doubt that you will find yourself quite in demand during your stay here.”
His words chilled her in a way that she could not explain, but before she could properly analyse his meaning she felt a pair of strong fingers – far, far larger than any humans – grip her underneath her chin and force her head up. She kept her eyes screwed tightly shut, even as she felt the second hand ghosting lightly over the tops of her breasts.
“...I certainly look forward to making your acquaintance, Mademoiselle.”
Then – as suddenly as he arrived – the man was gone, and Adele was once again alone in the moonlit courtyard. She shuddered, skin still warm from where he had traced his fingertips across her skin. The reality of her situation began to slowly dawn on her. Her father had not traded her life for his...he had sold her into sexual slavery.