Wicked Ugly Bad (A Kinda Fairytale) (9 page)

Jesus,
this girl was Good.

He
looked into her wrong colored eyes, saw the soul deep purity of his recklessly kindhearted
True Love, and he… believed.

He
believed every crazy story she’d ever told in share circle.  Believed all the loony
claims about Cinderella stealing the prince.  Believed that shoeless bitch was
the
actual
ugly stepsister.  Believed that Letty had been set-up.

“That
glass slipper doesn’t belong to Cinderella, does it?”  He asked quietly.

She
slowly shook her head.

Marrok
believed her.  Believed
all
of it.

…He
just didn’t care.

Marrok
had waited too long to find Scarlett to ever give her up.  Maybe she wasn’t exactly
how he’d pictured his True Love, but there was something very appealing about
the girl.  The mix of the soft and the tyrannical charmed him.

More
importantly, she reached out to offer him comfort when there was absolutely
nothing in it for her.  He’d never imagined having a True Love that nice.  He’d
never even
liked
nice before, but he liked it now.  Every selfish,
criminally inclined, biologically driven instinct in his body told him to do
whatever it took to keep Scarlett.

And
for a guy serving time in a psych ward for Baddies “whatever it took” was a
pretty broad mandate.

“The
shoe will prove Cinderella isn’t the real princess?”  He persisted.  “That’s
why she wants it?  To destroy the evidence?”

Charming
wanted to marry a foot.  At least that’s how it seemed to Marrok.

Some
fairy godmother had given him the glass slipper right before that infamous
costume ball a couple months back and told him it would only fit his destined princess. 
If Cinderella had somehow tricked that nimrod and the shoe didn’t actually fit
her, she’d be out of the castle on her ass.

“That
slipper will blow Cindy right out of the water.”  Scarlett confirmed with
visible satisfaction.  “It doesn’t fit her and I can prove it.  Once Charming
sees that she’s an imposter, it’s all over for that twisted nymphomaniac.”

“Does
she really fuck those mice?”

“They’re
rats
and yes she does.  I’ll be telling Charming about that, too.”

“You
really think he’ll believe you?  Even with the shoe?”

“Yes.” 
There was absolute conviction in Scarlett’s tone.  “Charming is under some kind
of spell, but I know we can get through to him.  We grew-up together.  Dru and
I wouldn’t even be in here if he’d been able to prevent it.”

Unfortunately,
Marrok believed that too.  Why wouldn’t the Prince of Blondness want Letty? 
Especially, if they had a history.  Which meant
Marrok’s
True Love was
Charming’s destined bride.

Fuck.

Marrok
and Cinderella were actually on the same side in this.  That shoe couldn’t see
the light of day.  He had to find it and make sure that Scarlett didn’t show it
to Charming.  Otherwise, the closest Marrok would ever get to Letty was chasing
after Charming’s ridiculous pumpkin-shaped coach.

“That’s
why we need to escape.”  Scarlett continued earnestly.  “Once I get the glass
slipper, everything will be the way it’s
supposed
to be.”

Marrok
smiled and thanked the Lord he was unrepentantly evil.  “Oh, absolutely it
will.”  He agreed.  “I’ll make sure everything works out how it should.  No
matter what I have to do.”

Scarlett’s
delusions about her stepsister grow more elaborate and perverse.

I can’t
even speculate on what kind of damaged mind would concoct such twisted tales
about our beautiful Cinderella.

Psychiatric case notes of Dr. Ramona
Fae

Cinderella
slapped her dressmaker, knocking the woman to the ground.  “You stupid cow! 
You call this a wedding gown.  I wouldn’t wear this to clean out a sewer!”  She
gave the embroidered silk a vicious yank, tearing the fabric from her body. 
Pearls scattered as threads ripped, destroying days of work.  The round gems
scattered around the bedroom, bouncing on the marble floor.

The
goblin seamstress desperately tried to gather up them up, again.  “But, your
highness, we made it exactly to your specifications.”

“Bullshit! 
It’s a rag.  Is that what you want me to wear when I become princess of the
Westlands? 
Rags?
”  Her eyes narrowed.  “You’re mocking me, aren’t you?” 
She gave the woman another shove.  Like most of the castle’s servants, the dressmaker
was a Bad folk, so
of course
she’d be a deceitful bitch.  “You’re
mocking
me!”

“No! 
Your highness, I swear I…”

“Isn’t
it enough that I suffered all my life?”  Cinderella’s eyes filled with misty tears. 
“That I’ve worked and slaved every day, with nothing but my gentle nature to
get me through?  Now, you don’t even want me to have a dress on my special
day.  You
want
me to be a laughingstock!”

“But
your highness, the greatest designers in the Four Kingdoms worked to create
this dress for you.  It’s the most expensive and beautiful…”

“Mice!” 
Cinderella shrieked, cutting her off.  Instantly, the double doors to her
golden bedroom were thrown open and her gang of rodents marched in.

Since
moving into the castle, she’d given all the human-sized mice blue palace
uniforms and made them guards.  They were now in every vital position within
the Westlands, answerable only to her.  They were her only defense against
dissidents in her new kingdom; all the naysayers and whiners and assholes who
were working against her.  Agitators were everywhere.

She
knew
it.

Everywhere
she looked she saw smirking and judgment; heard whispers and snickering.  Her
men were making sure all those enemies were punished.  Unlike Charming’s
dickless guards, her men weren’t afraid to get the job
done
.

It
was gratifying to see the goblin’s eyes widen in panic as the mice bore down on
her.  You had to show the Baddies who was boss.

“Wait!” 
The woman scrambled to her feet.  “I didn’t do anything!  Don’t let the rats…” 
She trailed off with a scream as two of them seized her arms and dragged her
from the room.

“They’re
mice.
”  Cinderella shrieked after her.  Why did
everyon
e want to
belittle
everything
she had?  What had she done to make the entire world
turn against her?  Why was she soooooo unappreciated?

“Your
highness?”  Gustav, her top mouse, stepped into the room and closed the door,
lowering his eyes respectfully.  Because, why
wouldn’t
you address a
future princess in a deferential and obedient way?  Was it really so much to
ask that she be given just the
tiniest
bit of reverence?  “May I speak
with you?”

“Yes.” 
She decided, because she was a gracious and giving person, goddamn it.

“We
had another call from the Wicked, Ugly and Bad Prison.”  Gustav was taller than
she was, with the long nose, red eyes, and sharp teeth of a mouse. 
Not
a rat.  She would never surround herself with
rats
.  He was a
mouse
. 
“Dr. White says she may have had a breakthrough with finding your glass
slipper.”

Cinderella’s
lips pressed together, trying to hold back a fit of totally justifiable
swearing.  Everything in her life came down to a
fucking shoe!
  This was
all Scarlett’s fault.  Her stepsister was the most petty and uncooperative
bitch in the world.  “What
kind
of breakthrough?  Does she have my
slipper or not?”

“Thus
far?  Not.”

Cinderella’s
hands clenched around Snow White’s invisible throat, a strangled sound of
frustration in her throat.  “How hard is it to just beat some information out
of someone?  Huh?!  It’s like that slut of a doctor is
trying
to make
this difficult!”

Maybe
she was.  Maybe Scarlett had gotten to her.

Cinderella’s
eyes narrowed in consideration.

Everyone
was against her.

“Once
again, your highness, I would be happy to question Scarlett for you.  I know I
could get her to…”

“I
told
you that won’t work!”  She tore off her veil and threw it at him.  “Charming
would find out if I had Letty tortured by my men!  He’s so pathetically
Good.
”

Sometimes
he would look at her and Cinderella sensed that Charming didn’t want her at
all.  Ever with the spell convincing him that she was the one who fit that
glass slipper, he looked mildly repulsed with his destined bride.  He’d seize
any opportunity to leave her.

It
wasn’t
fair
.

Cinderella’s
lower lip trembled in self-pity.  “Letty would’ve already gotten word to
Charming, if she wasn’t safely locked away.  He’s
always
liked her and
Dru better than me.  He’d be getting them out of the WUB Club, right now, if he
could.”  His disloyalty made her hate him, but Charming was the only way to the
crown.  “Do you
want
my future husband to think I’m some kind of
monster? 
Do you?!
”

“Of
course not, your highness.  I seek only to make your life perfect.”

“How
can it be perfect when everyone wants to see me fail?”  Cinderella wiped at her
eyes.  She was under attack from every direction.  “I need that shoe!  Why
won’t Scarlett just give it to me?  How did she even smuggle it out of the Westlands?”

“I
don’t know, but we searched everywhere and it’s definitely not in this
kingdom.”

“She’s
so duplicitous.”  Cindy sniffed back more tears.  “And I can’t find a single
black-market godmother to make me another one.  It was mystically patented or
some fucking thing.  What am I supposed to do if Scarlett somehow gets free and
shows everyone the truth?”

“We
could just kill her, your majesty.”

“You
think that hasn’t occurred to me?!  But, you heard her shouting when they
dragged her away.  She said she sent the shoe to some friend of hers, who will
take it straight to Charming if anything happens to her or Dru.  He’s already
fighting the spell.  That could tip him over the edge into remembering.”

“Do
you believe her?”

Cinderella
couldn’t take the chance.  Not with the rumors about Scarlett’s family.  “
First
,
I need to find that shoe and get through the wedding.”  Once she was officially
a princess not even Letty could fuck things up.  “
Then
, I can kill her.”

“We’ll
locate the glass slipper soon, your majesty.”

Cinderella’s
eyes instantly dried.  “You’d better.”  She turned back to the mirror and made
sure her makeup wasn’t running.  Thankfully, she still looked fairest of them
all.

Her
golden hair was tied up in a neat bun; her tiara was big and sparkly.  Really,
she was the most beautiful woman in the Four Kingdoms.  Her head tilted.  Maybe
this dress wasn’t
so
bad, after all.

“How
do I look?”  She demanded.

“Perfect,
your majesty.”

Of
course she did.  Cinderella smirked at her reflection.  Charming was lucky to
have her instead of some ugly stepsister.  If he knew the truth he’d be
thanking
her.  Any man would be thrilled to touch her.

She
was the
real
princess.

Cinderella
lifted her hands to cup her breasts, singing a cheerful song as she stroked her
own nipples through the bodice of the dress.  Her stress level was high, thanks
to everyone being so endlessly cruel to her.  She could use some release and
there was one surefire to achieve it.

“How
long do we have before the cake tasting?”  She asked in a sultry tone.

Gustav
met her eyes in the mirror, already anticipating what she wanted.  His whole
demeanor changed, trained to perform his role whenever she asked.  If he didn’t
there would be hell to pay.

“Enough
time for you to do some chores, wench.”  He said harshly.

She
gave a shiver of pure lust.  “Yes, sir.”  She went to gather the supplies, her
body already humming.

Cleaning
was the only thing that ever turned her on, but, to make the experience
truly
erotic, she needed her mice guard watching.  She was so pristine and
important.  A true princess.  Subjugating herself in front of lesser beings was
just delightfully twisted.  She loved the feeling of being submissive to
something as useless and ugly as these rodents.  It completely violated the
natural status quo.

It
was so wrong.

So…
hot.

At
least once a day, Cinderella was on her knees in front of her men, cleaning the
floor and panting for release, so she kept her scrub brush and bucket close at hand. 
The stupid palace maids didn’t understand that.  She was always screaming at
them to stay out of her room and let her do the cleaning herself.

She
soooooo enjoyed chore time.