Darling Rapunzel

Darling Rapunzel Darling Rapunzel

Status: Finished

Genre: Thrillers

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Status: Finished

Genre: Thrillers

Summary

A modern tale version of Rapunzel for FrootLoops fairytale contest. Violent scenes.

Summary

A modern tale version of Rapunzel for FrootLoops fairytale contest. Violent scenes.

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Submitted: August 15, 2013

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Submitted: August 15, 2013

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Darling Rapunzel

“I’m truly sorry but if we don’t do a C-Section right now the mother and baby are not going to make it.”

Those words are the dreaded words that no husband wants to hear. No parent wants to make this choice, but as Adam Chanters stood by his exhausted wife’s side, he knew that there was only one thing possible.

He had to be the man and step up, make a decision that he never thought he would be making.

“Okay,” he spoke sternly to the midwife, not a tremble in his voice. Not a quiver in his stance. But of course, a person who owned half of the companies in the City would have the nerve, the guts, to make this kind of choice.

After he watched his wife and unborn child being whisked away, the doctors and midwife’s following, he allowed himself to sink into a solid plastic green chair and hang his head in his hands as small tears trickled down his cheeks.

“My babies, my babies,” he mumbled to himself, hoping and praying that both his wife and unborn child would survive the day.

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Of course, like with all happy endings, mother and baby girl pulled through. The doctors gave the mother enough pain relief to knock out a horse and helped Mr Chanters to take care of his baby. Within two weeks all three where happily on their way home. Mr Chanters couldn’t stop gazing at the beautiful baby girl they had both created. Blonde curls, bright green eyes and a delightful cute button nose. She had a strong grip, latching onto his fingers and never letting go.

Mr Chanters was in love.

Mrs Chanters just loved to stare. She would smile pleasantly as she gazed at her small family, surrounded by their fortune and secure with their network.

After seven weeks of getting better and getting to know their family, Mr Chanters’ mother persuaded the couple to have a night out at their own restaurant where they could wine and dine with fine food and splendid music. But most of all spend time together.

And like with most villains, this was the time that she snuck in and stole the most precious thing the Chanters owned. She was stealthy and knew what she was doing; she had hunted and tracked for days and nights. Watching and waiting for the couple to move about their home freely and leave the baby with someone who was too old to take care of the small precious jewel.

Gazing down into the crib, the woman couldn’t help but be captured by the striking golden locks and when the baby opened her eyes, she gasped in surprise at how emerald green they appeared. She had intended to just ask for a ransom, but she knew she would be keeping this child just as she had kept the first.

Bundling the baby up in her yellow blankets, she plucked her from the cot and nuzzled her, still able to smell that unique baby smell that nobody seems to be able to describe apart from talc powder.

“Rapunzel,” she whispered longingly, and then, like a demon slinking through dark alleyways, the woman simply vanished into the night.

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The news spread worldwide. It appeared everywhere, her picture plastered all over posts, shop windows and television. But nobody saw her. She had simply vanished, as though she had never been born, as though those big green eyes had never opened.

People mourned with the Chanters. It was as though the people felt their pain and every year on her birthday they released lanterns into the night, flying to the sky with as much hope and faith as the Chanters and the City could muster to find this bundle of joy.

Years went by. Nobody came forward and people started to give up hope, the Chanters finally decided that she was never coming home and they would never embrace their baby again.

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“Come on Zelly, you have to get a move on,” the brunette muttered from her perch on the huge four poster bed, hiding behind drapes so the blonde wouldn’t be able to see her scowling features.

“I’m nearly there Cindy, I just need to find something but for some reason it’s not in the place that I left it,” Zelly huffed and then Cindy heard crashing coming from across the room and she quickly covered her mouth to stifle the laughter that wanted to erupt from her lips. Although she had heard the slight accusation in Zelly’s voice, she chose to ignore it, focusing more on the frustration.

“Do you not think I can hear you giggling in there Cindy?” Zelly asked in exasperation.

“I don’t want you to have it Zelly,” the young brunette muttered as she flopped backwards into the bedcovers, her head being engulfed in the mountain of pillows.

Silence greeted this, no sound coming from Zelly and Cindy too busy pulling a pillow to cover her face to notice the creeping girl readying herself to attack her friend. Cindy was completely unprepared for the solid form hitting her in the chest, hands grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed.

“Open your eyes,” the voice demanded in a silky tone.

Cindy slowly opened her own blue eyes to find emerald gazing at her with a slight frown, golden hair as bright as the sun falling over one shoulder and trailing down passed silk covered breasts, to fall against Cindy’s shoulder. Pooling there, as there was so much of it.

“You know why I’m doing this don’t you?” Zelly asked in a stern tone but Cindy could see the begging in those bright, shiny eyes.

Sighing Cindy nodded her head but didn’t move to utter what she really thought, what she really felt. Zelly smiled softly at her friend and released one of her wrists to cup a gentle hand to Cindy’s cheek, “I know you don’t agree, but you know how she gets if we don’t do something to earn our keep and he’s going to be in here in the next fifteen minutes.”

 Zelly leaned down and placed her forehead against Cindy’s, begging her with those wide eyes to please, please understand, “I need you to tell me where you put the garter, I know you hid it Cindy but I must do this. I have to do this so when she comes, she won’t pay attention to you or me and will be gone within ten minutes,” her breath fanned across Cindy’s mouth and she smelled like peppermint mixed with strawberries from her hair.

Cindy sighed again and then rolled her eyes to the ceiling; she knew why her friend did this.

It didn’t make it any easier.

“We could just run? Just go with him?” Cindy whispered, the words hardly leaving her mouth due to paranoia.

Zelly’s eyes hardened and a blank mask quickly descended over her features as she sat up slowly and crossed her arms over her chest. Cindy squirmed underneath her, wishing with all her heart that she could just bash her friend over the head and take her away from this hell tower.

“Don’t be stupid,” Zelly spat causing Cindy to flinch and look away from the glassy eyed look that her friend was now giving her, “I enjoy it Cindy and you know I do.”

This stung; deep within she felt a tiny part of her heart break at the words.

“Okay,” Cindy murmured.

“Good,” Zelly snapped as she rose from the bed, flinging her bare legs over the edge and pulling her hair with her, tossing it over her right shoulder to begin braiding it, “now, find the garter and tidy up a little Cindy. I need you gone in 5 minutes.”

Cindy cringed as she crawled to the edge of the bed, making sure not to bump shoulders with the golden girl seated next to her. She kept her eyes to the floor as she thought about what was going to happen once she was hiding up the secret stairs within the closet. She didn’t want to hear the noises, the moaning and groaning and then the screaming once Zelly did her job and got rid of the Officer that was coming to check on the where-about of a long lost girl.

She stood slowly and brushed her hands down her tatty dress, flicking her eyes towards her best friend but Zelly was looking across the room, gazing with unseeing eyes as she no doubt thought about the kill ahead.

“I love you,” Cindy whispered to the unhearing.

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“Hello, my name is Officer Princeton and I was wondering if I could come in and have a chat with your mother?” the man asked from the intercom that he had continuously been pressing for over 5 minutes, knowing full well that someone was occupying the place.

“Oh yes, sorry Officer. I was just braiding my hair,” was the soft and teasing reply.

Officer Princeton was instantly intrigued, as well as oddly aroused. He coughed into his hand and cleared his throat as he waited for the buzzer to go for the locked doorway, leading to the topmost pent house.  He couldn’t understand how people afforded these types of buildings and it annoyed him how he was jealous of a single mother and her daughter for being able to live in such fabulous conditions whilst he was stuck in a one bedroomed apartment.

He had been called in to investigate due to the young woman in the apartment not being visibly seen by anybody and yet making enough noise to wake the dead often. People had called the police, ordering for the tenant to be removed, to be left on the streets because of all the men entering the apartment and oddly never leaving. Officer Princeton had an odd feeling about the place.

Upon leaving the elevator, as taking one look at the winding staircase had made his gag reflex happen, he walked slowly down the corridor to the one door that he had to visit. He didn’t really want to. A chill had entered his bones and he had a feeling it had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with that soft voice over the intercom.

Well, he was about to find out.

 

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Cindy listened quietly to the soft voice of her friend float around the bedroom as she sat on the stairs hidden away in the closet. She should be sleeping, ignoring what was going on beneath her feet but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move away from the torture that was taking place.

She knew that Zelly loved her, but she also knew that Zelly loved the slaughter and that was something Cindy had to live with. That was something she had to accept. Standing to her bare feet, she walked to the bottom step and then sat on it as she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

“Would you like something to drink Officer?” asked that silky tone and Cindy could just imagine Zelly gesturing to the small kitchen area as she nibbled on her bottom lip, gazing up at the man with those sparkling eyes. Zelly used them enough on Cindy for Cindy to have them memorized.

“Err…” throat clearing, “that’s alright thanks. Just a few questions,” a gruff voice replied and Cindy felt goose bumps rise on her arms.

She knew what was going to happen next and she didn’t want to hear it. Slowly she stood back to her feet, tears trailing down her cheeks as she headed up the stairs to the single cot that awaited her.

 

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Zelly felt her anger rising, bubbling in her belly as she allowed the rage to begin to take form. She didn’t like the way this man walked into her tower and began to stare over everything as though he was searching for some hidden secret. Nor did she like how his beady grey eyes lingered on some panties that Cindy had left lying around.

They were Cindy’s.

Zelly secretly fumed as her own eyes flicked to the underwear again and again. How dare she leave things out for the world to see! How dare she disobey Zelly’s direct order!

Zelly smiled, wide and full knowing how dazzling it would appear as she took a step toward Officer Idiot. She placed a delicate hand against his arm and his eyes snapped towards her in surprise as he hadn’t heard her move.

“Please, come sit and I shall answer anything,” Zelly murmured, never really dropping the smile and making sure that it reached her eyes, making sure that it was wide enough for him to see the two dimples appearing in her cheeks.

“Alright,” he replied, flicking his eyes away as she guided him into the lounge area, but just as she was starting to calm down she noticed his eyes lingering on the underwear and her rage betrayed her.

She snarled and gripped her hair in her right hand, wrapping it around Officer Idiot’s neck twice as she then gripped it in her left and pulled it tight. She squeezed as he went into full on panic mode, pushing his back against her front causing her to take a couple of steps backwards and hitting her knees against a chair. She squeezed tighter as his big hands wrapped around hers, pulling desperately on her but she had been swinging from the beam posts with her hair for as long as she could remember.

There was no way he was getting lose.

Just as she felt her arms getting tired, his body sagged against her causing her to gasp out at the added extra weight. His legs slipped from under him as his right ankle jerked not once, but twice and then stilled completely.

She allowed his body to collapse to the floor, loosening her hair but still keeping it in her hand in case he was ‘playing dead’, something Cindy used to do during practice. However, one look at his face, the tongue sticking out of his mouth being a dead giveaway, she knew he was a goner.

Her rage was still not satisfied. The kill had been boring, usually she liked to do it during intercourse, just as the male penetrated her she liked to wrap her hair around him and squeeze tight, an orgasm following as he died beneath her.

She had none of that tonight and it was all Cindy’s doing. She looked towards the closet, feeling that rage once again boiling within in just as the intercom sounded.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,” a sing-song voice sounded after the beep and Zelly allowed that dazzling smile to brighten up her face.

It looked like the young, golden girl was going to get the satisfaction that she craved this night.

 

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It was in the news, spreading worldwide. The girl, Rapunzel had been found. She and another kidnapped victim, Cindy she said her name was, were found hugging and clinging to each other. Officer’s carted the dead bodies from the pent house apartment out into the street to be taken away.

Rapunzel told the truth, told them how they had been kidnapped. Cindy as a toddler and Rapunzel as a baby. From there, the woman, who Cindy referred to as Mother but Rapunzel as the wicked witch, kept them as slaves.

The Chanters where so overcome with happiness with having their baby returned to them that they over looked the fact that Rapunzel clutched to Cindy. They over looked the fact that if anybody stepped to close, hugged or even laughed with Cindy that Rapunzel would fly into a fit of rage were Cindy would have to take the woman away and lock themselves in a room for a couple of days.

They would ignore how Rapunzel held Cindy’s hand, how Cindy would gaze at their baby girl with such loving warmth that it was almost as though Cindy was the shining sun and Rapunzel was stealing all of its healing properties.

The people where so happy, so content to have their ‘princess’ back that they all ignored the missing men that started vanishing about the same time Darling Rapunzel came home.

But Cindy saw it all and Rapunzel relished it.

 

©Katherina Selby 2013


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