The Raping of Sleeping Beauty - Part Two

I sat in silence. The stone walls surrounding my chambers making the room cold and dark. I held tight to the fetus swimming in my belly. What a precious thing to give life to. Yet all I could think about is what my mother had told me. What horrendous details I had had to ask. The truth about my father.

 

 

He was dying. Slowly and painfully of consumption. But that didn’t stop my stepmother. Her thirst for power and success was unbearable. The thought of losing the land she had gained was so horrifying she figured this would be the only way to keep it.

A dark and stormy night rung through the lands. A Queen hungry for power was waiting in her husband’s chamber. When he arrives he is frail and tired, the perfect target for one who is strong and healthy!

 

 

They say father never screamed. They say he just laid there and allowed her to chop off every finger, then every toe, then finally, a quick slice to the throat - and he was dead. The End. That was it. The doctors say the consumption killed him. Others say it was Her, yet he had too much pride to scream or cry out.

 

 

A slamming sound caught my attention. I swiftly shifted on my bed, revealing to me the man I had married. I could smell the ale on him, his eyes where bloodshot and crazed. In his hand he carried a sword…

 

 

“My lord? What are you doing?”

 

 

“Killing the b*****d my wife be carrin’” His eyes became crazy and angry. The emotion so strong it became beyond frightening! Not to mention the words he had spoken!

I was NOT a w***e!! The child I was carrying was my husband’s and I had no doubt that it was, I had bedded no other man! Not even my wedding night had been special due to this man!

 

 

He grabbed my hair, jerking me down to the floor so hard I called out in pain. He threw me! Threw me like I was nothing, onto a bed, bounding me with ropes and forcing my legs apart inch by inch! No matter how hard I tried to resist he was so much stronger! I had to protect my baby! I had to protect my baby!

 

 

“GOD PLEASE, DEAR MERCIFUL LORD PLEASE SPARE MY BABY! KILL ME NOT MY CHILD! PLEASE MY DEAR!”

 

 

My pleas were not answered and the searing pain of the sword, thrusting into me like no other pain imaginable! He was twisting! God, I was dying! He twisted hard and thrusted the sword deeper into me! Thrusting and twisting… thrusting and twisting……

 

 

When I awoke I was in so much pain I begged for death! Begging and begging! God I wanted to die! I looked down at my dress, once such a beautiful color of lilac, now covered in blood and fluid. On the floor there lay a small, blooded child. So tiny it could almost fit in my hand. It was covered in stab wounds, the umbilical cord still attached. Painfully crawling over to the small child, wincing in extremities I pulled the tiny child close. Holding her, until finally I slipped into a pained sleep.

 

 

And Never Woke Up

Reviews

[Wolfhilde]

This was very sad and very good! cruel abortion, but very good written!

[Mark]

owwwwwwww

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad and powerful tale. I like the beginning. The description of her father life was interesting. The ending was scary and I believe death was a good end for her after a terrible way to abort a baby. A excellent story.
Coyote

[Dream Weaver]

Wow! This was so trumatically medevil...Unbelievably depicted with dark imagery.
Nicely done...