The Beast

[Perplexia]

How could she had not known there was a chef. For a time she had thought it was just them. Her brow narrowed as she looked at him in confusion rising to her feet as he beckoned and leading her out into a garden. It's beauty was enough to distract her from her confusion as her eyes took in the glorious view and scents.

Plucking a rose ..a very unique rose.. He held it up to her asked what she saw.

"I see passion and love infused with in the folds of this flower. I see life beheaded from its torso no longer able to breath. I see something so beautiful that was guarded and protected by dangerous thorns that threatened to scar the violators with sharp swords if they touched the vein of life."
She answered his question and then looked down realizing that she was naked. Her hands went across her chest and she took a step back.

"How is it that I did not know there were others in the chateau', and why would you wish them to gaze upon me in my vulnerable state?"

With in that moment a searing pain spread through out her head and her eyes saw spinning. Her hands went over her ears and her knees buckled as she cried out.

 

[cgraven]

"I see passion and love infused within the folds of this flower. I see life beheaded from its torso no longer able to breathe. I see something so beautiful that was guarded and protected by dangerous thorns that threatened to scar the violators with sharp swords if they touched the vein of life."

There was a far away quality to Belle’s voice as if she were looking upon a roes for the first time in her young life. Suddenly belle’s eyes grew large her hands instinctively going to cover her breasts and maiden’s treasure.

"How is it that I did not know there were others in the chateau', and why would you wish them to gaze upon me in my vulnerable state?"

“Do you not remember the guards that ushered you into my presence that first night, the way they looked at you with a hunger and lust in their haunted searching eyes Ma Cher? Yet none have molested you, none has gazed upon your nakedness from that night to this day.”

Suddenly Belle’s hands flew to her ears, her knees buckled under her as she cried out in apparent agony. Del la Croix swooped his mate up into his arms, carried her to her own bed as he called for cool water. A dark hand maiden brought the cool water and a cloth. She then took a step back and seemed too dissolved into a sensual mist. Le Bête cooled Belle’s brow as she slowly regained consciousness.

“Are you alright Ma Cher?”

There was a note of concern in the beast’s voice.

The rose that Del la Croix had plucked had been caught between Belle and Le Bête. That single perfect blossom was pressed to Belle’s firm young breast and the dagger sharp thongs had kissed her flawless skin. A single ruby red drop of blood stood in sharp contrast to the young beauty’s pale alabaster skin.

“Ma Cher, ma Cher.”

Le Bête was concerned for his mate unsure what had come over her.

 

[Perplexia]

Her eyes blinked open adjusting to the flickering candles, and focusing upon Le Bete's face and voice.

Her hand clasped upon his paw clinging to it tightly. "Ma Le Bete" she whispered softly giving a soft smile. "ma amour, my head is so foggy. There was such a scream inside my head I thought it would burst.

So much pain, anger, and loss. The flowers feel it all and absorb its energy. They are crying in agony of your pain. My poor Le Bete so much torture your soul has endured." Tears fell from her eyes at the pain her beast has traveled through in his life.

"please" she pleaded feeling that he was going to leave her side, "I long for your arms to hold me against you. I need for your kiss to keep my inner light burning. Please let me be with you."

 

[cgraven]

"Ma Le Bête"
Belle softly whispered, her angelic voice filled with great sorrow, as soft smile bowed her moist ripe lips.

"ma amour,………..

Belle gasped such sorrow in her soft eyes.

“………. my head is so foggy. There was such a scream inside my head I thought it would burst. So much pain, anger, and loss. The flowers feel it all and absorb its energy. They are crying in agony of your pain. My poor Le Bête so much torture your soul has endured."

"please"

Belle’s soft eyes pleading with him.

"I long for your arms to hold me against you. I need for your kiss to keep my inner light burning. Please let me be with you."

Del la Croix lips softly brushed his little human mate’s. There was a deep sorrow in his eyes, his voice faltering as he spoke haltingly.

“You do not know what you are asking for ma Belle.”

The back of his great paw caressed her cheek.

“ I have very dark desires Belle, passions that would scare you, would drive you from me,………”

Le Bête turned his face from his love.

“…..That first night,…………the dungeon,…………all that happened,……..brought me pleasure,……..it excited me, brought me a dark pleasure Belle.”

There was a hungering faraway look in his eyes a dark passion smoldering in the depths of his golden burnished eyes.

 

[Perplexia]

"then take me to the dungeon, if it will help quench the pain that burns inside you. If I can help to at least temporarily keep it at bay, then I will do what it takes. I know you will not hurt me, at least not more then I can handle. My only condition is that at the end you carry me in your arms to your bed where you'll sleep by my side."

Belle knew that as much as she saw the man inside of him he was still the beast with beast urges. She had committed herself to him, all of him. She would do what it took to keep the pain away from the man / beast she was growing to love.

 

[cgraven]

Del la Croix turned his face from Belle not wanting to see the shock, the shame and the hatred his confession must have enkindled in her. Yet when his concubine and mate did speak her voice was gentle if a bit sad as was the touch of her hand on him as she spoke.

"then take me to the dungeon, if it will help quench the pain that burns inside you. If I can help to at least temporarily keep it at bay, then I will do what it takes. I know you will not hurt me, at least not more then I can handle. My only condition is that at the end you carry me in your arms to your bed where you'll sleep by my side."

Those softly spoken words thrilled the beast that was Del la Croix as Belle once more offered herself to him and to his passions. Yet those very words fanned the fading ember that had once been Del la Croix’s humanity. That ember glowed brightly for a moment, it would never burst into flame, it would never change him back into Paul Del la Croix and yet it did have an effect on Le Bête. He kissed her enfolded her in his powerful arms.

“Rest now ma Cher and think well on what you offer me…..”

He pressed a single finger to Belle’s lips to silence her reply.

“………….If you still desire to offer yourself up to my dark passions than come to me in the dungeon dressed as you were on that first night when the clock strikes ten.”

Del la Croix left Belle in her room, he eat his meal alone, and he waited in Château Dèsespéré’ s dungeons alone. Waiting to see if his mate would come to him.

 

[Perplexia]

Belle rested and had a meal alone in her room. There really wasn't much more thought she had to offer her decision to help her beast. She was naively entering a world she knew nothing about. But compromise was how it should be. For days he had tried to shield the beast part of himself from her. She could feel him holding back.

If she was going to give him her heart she had know all of him. Even his dark ways that he was so ashamed of.

Dressed in the outfit she arrived in she walked carefully down the dark stairs into the dungeon. She walked toward his figure and found herself running into his arms. Her lips found his and she kissed him with a passion.

 

[cgraven]

Del la Croix paced nervously as he awaited Belle not sure she would come and fearing that she would. The dungeon of Château Dèsespéré . His great head rose sharply at the sound of Belle’s soft footfall as she came to him. As the young redheaded beauty entered the dungeon was bathed in the rich golden light of the flickering torches. It gave the sinister instrument an unreal and terrifying appearance as if they were alive and hungering to embrace the delicate young beauty’s supple young body There was a cross of St Andrew “X” its arms stretched out to welcome Belle to its unyielding embrace. The rack hungering to stretch her gorgeous young body as tight as a bow string. In the center of the dungeon a pair of manacles hung from the dungeon’s ceiling, over an iron bar embedded in the stone floor.

“Come to me Belle.”

Le Bête’s voice was a low dark seductive growl that was felt as well as heard. He led his young concubine under the dangling manacles.

His hands slid up the sensual curves of her torso, up her arms until the cold unyielding embrace of iron clicked around her delicate wrists. Le Bête kissed each of her wrists. The beasts hands slid down Belle’s torso his hands encircled her trim little waist, he kissed Belle’s quivering abdomen. Del la Croix knelt before his little concubine, his hands slipped beneath the helm of her skirt, slid up Belle’s leg, and then he sensual rolled down her stocking and slipped it and her shoe from her foot. He repeated the seductive act as her removed her other stocking and shoe. Each of her trim little ankles were bound to the spreader bar in their turn. Then Le Bête stood and he drew a knife from his belt. His dark burnished golden eyes held Belle’s soft trusting eyes. He slowly turned the knife before her soft hazel eyes, the light glinting off its keen edge.

“Do you trust me Belle?”

 

[Perplexia]

To say there wasn't a flood of fear running through her veins would be a huge exaggeration. But at this moment it wasn't about her, it was about Le Bette. He had told her once that she was his mate and he would defend her with his life. It wasn't her life that she feared for with him now manacled on the St. Andrews cross.
It was the unknown, and the chilly dampness that caused her to tremble.

Her beast stood before her with a knife asking her if she trusted him. Not once had he given her a reason to doubt him. He could have forced her the first night, yet he did not. He could have begun this darkness at the beginning yet he did not.

Her eyes finding his showing him her vulnerability and uncertainty she said "yes I do trust you my mate"

 

[cgraven]

“Do you trust me Belle?”

Belle’s soft trusting eyes sought her le bête’s. Her soft trusting gaze showed him her vulnerability and uncertainty she as breathed,

"yes I do trust you my mate"

Was Belle’s simple reply as she hung there in her chains spread-eagled an oh so very vulnerable to the beast that was Del la Croix. That little ember of his humanity dimed as he drank in Belle’s fear as it fed the beast within him. Oh how he savored that fear as he turned the knife before the young beauty’s trusting eyes. Le Bête slipped the edge beneath the laces of Belle’s corset, one by one each turn of the lace surrendered to the keen edge of his blade. His dark brooding golden eyes held Belle’s trusting hazel eyes as he slowly sensual cut her blouse from her, Belle naked now to the waist. His head bowed as he once more inhaled her sweet little rosebud nipple, and suckled it until she gasped at the first wave ripple through her chained and drawn body. Next the beast cut away Belle’s skirt and then her panties. As Le Bête sank to his knees before his young concubine he supped on her chaste innocence, his tongue lapping at her throbbing clit and explored her chaste young body with his tongue.

When Belle was writhing in the throes of pleasure Del la Croix slowly stood and suddenly Belle was so very empty. He sauntered over to where a selection of whips and floggers hung and assortment that ranged from the cruelty of the scourge and cat-of-nine-tales to supple floggers with their greedy leather tongue to simple riding crops. Del la Croix ran his fingers lovingly over the supple leather tongues of each. The beast turned once to look at his chained and naked concubine. It took only one glance of those trusting hazel eyes for that fading ember of his humanity to flare for just an instance as he chose a riding crop before his golden eyes once more grew hard and cold.

Le Bête slowly circles Belle, the soft supple leather tab of the riding crop sensually caressing the firm curve of Belle’s pert little ass. As Del la Croix continued to circle his chained beauty that sensual leather tab explored the firm curve of the young beauty’s breasts. A flick of his wrist and the seductive fiery sting of it kiss nipped at Belle’s nipple. Then again the sensual caress of that leather tab as it slid down across Belle’s quivering belly. With a maddening sensuality the leather caressed Belle’s inner thighs and crept ever closer to her sweet little pussy. The braid shaft of the riding crop slid along the length of her sweet maidenly fold. Each pass of that braided shaft cleaved deeper and deeper into her chaste young body, each ridge of that braided shaft now caressing Belle’s throbbing clit.

 

[Perplexia]

She blushed as he cut loose her clothing leaving her bare for his eyes and use. The way he walked around her was like a predator toying with his catch. His mouth delving between her thighs made her gasp and yank on her holds as he brought her once again so very close to the climax she had learned to crave from him.

But he stopped. Now a heated pain soared through her nipple and thigh as the shaft of the cat o nine taunted her swollen nub. Her hips pushed forward finding she wanted the hardness of it in her. Her hole so wet and needy.

Her eyes sought his as he watched her responses to the darkness he treated her to. "mi amour" she said to him with a passion that came from her heart to his. It was her moment to let him know that she was still with him on his journey.

 

[cgraven]

"mi amour"

Belle gasped as Del la Croix played the braided shaft back and forth across her throbbing clit. It was then that the beast began to mix the sensual caress of leather and mingled it with the seductive stinging kiss of the crop as it explored Belle’s gorgeous young body. Yet as she arched forwards to embrace the crop the beast primal nature once more grew strong. It was then that he cast aside the riding crop and grabbed the cat-of-nine-tails.

He loved the way that her body bucked and thrashed to the caress and stinging kiss of the lash. He hungered to see the crimson stripes that now decorated Belle’s chaste pale alabaster skin. There was something about this girl the way she had gasped "mi amour" something about the way she embraced the kiss of the lash that drove him on. Belle danced to the tune the beast piped with the cat until Belle hung in her chains her supple young body shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat. His eyes were dark and haunting as he asked a single question.

“More…….ma Cher?”

 

[Perplexia]

At first with the riding crop it was tolerable, and almost sensual. The cat o nine however was cruel and bit into her flesh with no remorse. Yet she held her lips tight taking what she could of his needed release.
Her body collapsed in the binds that held her. Tears fell silently down her cheeks. His question rung out almost hopeful that she would say yes. But she could not.
"No" she said softly trying to without the heart ache he had caused her from seeping through her voice.
This wasn't his fault, she told him yes. There should be no guilt placed upon him for her current state.
Originally she had asked that part of the deal be he sleep beside her. But right now she just wished to be alone. "Please take me to my room"

 

[cgraven]

“More…….ma Cher?”

"No"

Belle softly whispered. It was the first time she had denied her le bête anything that first night when she had come to his bed. As much as she tried she could not keep the heart ache from her voice or the way that she now looked at Del la Croix. He let the cat slip from his fingers. There was a deep sadness in his eyes as he released Belle from her bounds.

"Please take me to my room" .

He gathered his spent and heartbroken little beauty into his arms. He carried her to her bed and as he had promised her he laid by her side and enfolded her in the security of his arms. He had hope that she would be his mate, would share his life, would share his passions, yet he saw it was not to be and despair once more became the haunted curse of his life. Del la Croix rose at first light, his lips brushed the sleeping beauty’s fore head as he left her.

When Belle awoke the new life that Château Dèsespéré had taken on had seemed to dimed as if was once more dying. Le Bête Del la Croix did not come to Belle and was no where to be seen.

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Toussaint Gaston had sailed for what had seemed an eternity and was close to giving up his search for Belle and the Isle that Maurice had babbled about in his drunken stupor. The riches of Château Dèsespéré were no closer. Toussaint was about to give up when the fog parted and he saw the towers of the château.

“Belle you will soon be mine.”

 

[Perplexia]

Her eyes opened as the light shone through the color paned glass. Looking at her body she saw that other then some slight discoloration she was fine. She knew how important this was to him, and they would have to experiment and find out what limits she could take together. Opening the doors the enchanted chateau looked tired.

It wasn't quite as discouraging when she first arrived. But it certainly didn't hold the hope that it had just hours before. "La Bete'" she called searching for him. Her voice seemed to echo off the walls. A chill caught her making her nipples harden. She returned to her room to get dressed.

With clothes now upon her she went in search of her beast. First to his room where she knocked and no answer came. Then to the library, the garden, the kitchen, the dance hall, and now she made her way down to the dungeon..

"La Bete' Mi Amour, are you here?"

 

[cgraven]

Del la Croix had retreated to the very depths of Château Dèsespéré to the bed rock on which the château had sprung from and the very soul of the beast was the living reflection of despair. He had let his heart, that weakly flickering ember of what little humanity, to hope that the fiery spirited young redheaded beauty truly cared for him, cared for Le Bête. She had not betrayed him as Genève de Guise had but the look in her soft eyes, her apparent inability to accept his darker passions, had been so very clear in those soft trusting eyes that said she could not accept full the beast.

"La Bête' Mi Amour, are you here?"

A low growl of utter despair rumbled from deep within his chest at her softly spoken Mi Amour. That mournful cry came from deep within the catacombs of Château Dèsespéré that lay beneath the dungeons of the château. Here in this labyrinth of living rock and primal forces was where a beast belonged, not in the halls and salons of the château above. No here was where he belonged far from the trappings of humanity. Here in the cave and caverns that lay below.

That mournful cry had issued from far below the dungeon, from a small door, and a stairway that wound down into the gloom below the dungeon. A choice lay before Belle a choice made clear between the flickering light of the dungeon, and the beckoning darkness that lay below. The choice was hers now and hers alone.

 

[Perplexia]

The growl that came from below she recognized. "Mi Amour" she said without fear as she began to make her way deeper into the dungeon finding the small door. Pulling on it to open she lost her grip and fell on her ass letting out a cry of surprise.

Getting up she realized her palm was bleeding from the rusty handle. Tearing part of her dress she wrapped it around. Pulling on the door once more until it opened enough for her to slide through. Behind it lay a staircase which was narrow. Slowly she descended the stair case and began to speak again.

"When i was young I was afraid of everything" she said softly. "Chickens especially terrified the living daylights out of me. It wasn't until I began to care for them that I understood their nature and began to see them for the noble creatures they were."

"When we first met did you think that I would ever change my mind and let you into my bed? That I would ever willing become your mate?" Not waiting for his answer she continued "But I did because you gave me time, and I grew to admire and respect and love you. You are my Le Bete, my mate and mi amour."

Her hands went to each side of the wall catching herself before she fell and gave a slight gasp and then continued.

"Did I ever tell you I was afraid of the dark? Yet I come through it to find you, because you matter most to me. The first thing you used on me on that X thing. I enjoyed that more then i thought i would. I enjoyed the feel of its bite on my flesh as much as i do your paws. The second thing you used. That took me by surprise I expected it to be the same yet it hurt worse. Remember Mi amour I am human and had never been touched till you touched me. Because I had enough of that second thing you used, does not mean that I will forbid you trying again. It does not mean that I won't willingly give myself to you. You are my life Mi Amour, it only means that I call upon your patience and understanding that my little body can only take so much until its tolerance is built up."

Her feet finally hit the bottom of the stairs and placing her hand front of her she began taking small steps feeling in the darkness for her le bete'.

 

[cgraven]

"When i was young I was afraid of everything"

Came the soft sweet tones of Belle’s voice through the darkness of the catacomb’s labyrinth. The beast was surrounded by the living rock that Château Dèsespéré borne from. This realm of darkness was not the realm of man. No it was a realm of a more primeval nature of darker passions, the passions of the beast.

"When we first met did you think that I would ever change my mind and let you into my bed? That I would ever willing become your mate?"

Belle’s words cut into him as any lash could of. It reminded him of the pleasure he had found in her gorgeous young body. Of the hope that at last he had found a mate in this young beauty that came to him as his concubine.

"Did I ever tell you I was afraid of the dark? Yet I come through it to find you, because you matter most to me…………. The first thing you used on me on that X thing. I enjoyed that more then i thought i would. I enjoyed the feel of its bite on my flesh as much as i do your paws……..

Again that bestial Howl of misery echoed through the dark labyrinth.

He second thing you used. That took me by surprise I expected it to be the same yet it hurt worse. Remember Mi amour I am human and had never been touched till you touched me……… It does not mean that I won't willingly give myself to you. You are my life Mi Amour, it only means that I call upon your patience and understanding that my little body can only take so much until its tolerance is built up."

“I saw the look in your eyes…….I saw the fear…..I saw that you wished to flee from me…… Show me Belle………. Show me you mean what you say.”

Del la Croix stepped from the shadows to stand before Belle.

“Show me that you mean what you say.”

 

[Perplexia]

"No my love that was not fear of you or the desire to flee. That was pain, confusion and exhaustion. If i wished to flee from you.. would I have searched you out? Would I have come to you in the darkness the one thing i fear most?"

She walked quickly to him and placed her arms around his neck rising to her toes and kissed him with all her passion and love that was with in her. Her very soul seething through her kiss into his. Her hand reaching out and grasping his hard throbbing member stroking it with the hunger to feel him buried deep with in her.

Slowly she broke the deep kiss and fell to her knees before him taking his member into her mouth and pushing it to the back of throat. She sucked him hard and deep with ever intention of feeling his seed flush her throat once more. Her hands grabbing his hips and thrusting him further and deeper causing her to gag. Yet she did not stop. Her mouth ravishing love to his beastly cock. Her eyes looking up to his as she continued to lick and tease his hard throbbing member, telling him everything she said was true. She was his and only wished to be his. They begged him to claim her as he never had before.

 

[cgraven]

"No my love that was not fear of you or the desire to flee. That was pain, confusion and exhaustion. If i wished to flee from you.. would I have searched you out? Would I have come to you in the darkness the one thing i fear most?"

As she spoke Bell came closer and closer to him. His face remained unreadable, his body stiff as if unwilling to believe what the stunning young beauty was saying. Belle rushed to her beast stood just a breath away from then through her arms around his neck her mouth crushed to his in a darkly passionate kiss. It was if in that kiss his young redheaded beauty was letting her passion speak. Slowly Belle broke their kiss, her moist ripe lips clinging to his till the last possible moment before she gracefully sank to her knees before him. Belle’s smoldering hazel eyes held his for just a moment before she began to worship his cock with her lips, mouth and talented little pink tongue. Her tawny copper head bobbed up and down the length of his shaft, until her little button nose was pressed to his furry groin as she deep throated him.

Del la Croix’s clawed fingers entwined into Belle’s silken copper hair. He moved with her bobbing head savoring the sweetness of her mouth. It did not take long for this vivacious young creature to seduce her beast with her adoring mouth and tight rippling throat. When he came he came with a jetting gush that filled Belle’s mouth and throat, he came as never before. His finger now tightly gripping her hair. When at last he could speak he simply asked Belle,

“Shall we return to the dungeon Belle?”

It was not a command but a question and if Belle said yes there was little doubt that she would once more feel the sensual caress and the seductive fiery kiss of leather.

 

[Perplexia]

Her tongue protruded from her lips as she licked the remaining drops of his come from the corners of her mouth.

His questioned dangled in her mind. She was not afraid of the dungeon, but she did miss the intimacy that it had brought the last time. "Yes of course mi amour, but may I make some requests of my own? I enjoyed the first thing you used on me, but I missed the feel of your lips on mine or my body. I liked the way it brought me to the edge and you denied me. But I would like to finish will being rewarded with the pleasure you bring me.. the explosion you make me have. I also missed you being inside of me."

She blushed a little at what she was saying but it was important that he knew what she needed if she was going to be meeting his needs as well.

 

[cgraven]

“Shall we return to the dungeon Belle?”

The questioned lingered between them as Belle knelt before the creature that was slowly becoming her Lord and Master. The tip of her naughty little pink tongue sensually slid across the bow of her lips to the corners of her mouth as she gathered the last of his cum as if it was the most precious of gifts. Belle lifted her eyes to Del la Croix’s,

"Yes of course mi amour, but may I make some requests of my own?

A small growled escaped the beasts clenched lips as it appeared that Belle was once more putting conditions on him for her love and his fingers curled tighter in to her tawny copper mane.

I enjoyed the first thing you used on me, but I missed the feel of your lips on mine or my body. I liked the way it brought me to the edge and you denied me. But I would like to finish will being rewarded with the pleasure you bring me.. the explosion you make me have. I also missed you being inside of me."

At her words Le Bête fingers relaxed in Belle’s hair.

“Then come!”

The beast drew Belle to her feet and then led her up through the dark twisting tunnels of the catacomb’s labyrinth till at last they once more stood in the flickering torch light of Château Dèsespéré’s dungeon.

“Go to the rack ma Cher and remove your clothing.”

Would this stunning young creature do as he asked, or would she once more ask more of him.

 

[Perplexia]

Belle didn't react when his grip tightened in her hair. She knew that he didn't like it when he had to compromise. But she was not his property, in her eyes she was simply his mate the most equivalent thing to a husband she'd ever have.
She followed him behind him quickly to the dungeon. Her eyes looking up at him as he gave his order. She smiled softly looking into his eyes and slowly began to undo her dress.

She loved the way he looked at her. The lusting darkness from his eyes. The way his member twitched in her presence. It was the only power she would ever have over him and that was okay with her.

Once naked she walked slowly to the cross and stepped into it without hesitation. Her pussy was already wet with want and desire for him.

 

[cgraven]

Del la Croix could feel his passions rising as he watched his little redheaded concubine slowly and seductively stripped before going to the rack. Belle’s movements were fluid graceful and so very sensually seductive it was all Le Bête could do to keep from taking her right then and there, but the beast had other ideas for his sweet little human mate.

“Recline and stretch your arms above your head Ma Cher.”

Del la Croix fastened the leather cuffs around Belle’s delicate wrist. He smiled down into her eyes as he once more kissed his way down her gorgeous young body. He paid devilish attention to all those secret little spots that brought the young beauty such searing pleasure. The one exception was Belle’s hungering pussy. The beast’s great paws spread the girl’s long sculptured legs and like her wrists they were soon held captive in leather cuffs. He slowly turned the wheel of the rack stretching Belle’s supple young body till it was tight as a bow string.

“Ma Cher do you trust me?”

His lips were at her ear, and as he spoke they grazed her earlobe. The beast’s eyes held Belle’s as he blindfolded her submerging his young concubine into a world of darkness, the same darkness she had feared sense her childhood. Once more he asked,

“Do you trust me?”

Then he asked Belle three questions.

“Who are you Ma Cher?”

“Why were you born?”

What will you deny me?”

 

[Perplexia]

"yes" she whispered softly when he first asked if she trusted him.

Then the blindfold took her into a world of complete darkness.

She could feel his presence and took a deep breath.

He asked her again the same question. "Yes Mi Amour" she said more firmly.

Then he asked his three questions, at first she was confused by them, but then felt for answers from with in her soul.

I am your amour, your mate, i am yours
I was born the moment you claimed me as your mate
I will deny you the emptiness of my fleeing.