Dark's Beauty

[Sweetp4u]

Winter of 1750, England

It is said that the Lord of our lands is a dark and sinister creature, non-human and frighteningly a beast. That those who had gone to his castle never emerged quite right in the mind after serving him. I grew up, tales always told to me of the ‘Beast’ that would get me if I was not too careful. Maids in the village dreaded being summoned but were helpless to resist. For if you did not go to the Lord when summoned, your whole family was made to pay. Not with gold but with their lives. Time and time again in the recent years I have watched many friends and distant relatives go to the castle and return a shell of what they were before leaving. None would repeat their experiences in that castle, too afraid of the ‘Beasts’ retribution. I grew up as children tend to do, but something was different with me than any other in the village. By the time I was sixteen I had more marriage proposals than any other in the village. And as each year passed, up to my eighteenth birthday, the men far and wide came to ask for my hand in marriage. Too worried about leaving my ailing father, I refused all who came, but it did not deter them from arriving every few weeks to ask once again. This begins our story… A tale so dark, so forbidden, something I wondered how I ever managed to make it through alive…

”You are here by summoned Isabelle Thorn…” The manservant to the Lord stood on the podium, his voice ringing out loud and clear as his eyes met mine. He knew who I was, so why did he announce to the whole village my summons? I felt the ice run through my veins as I gazed up into his cold hard eyes. My head lowering quickly as I nodded and turned. An audible gasp went up through the crowd and many men glared in hatred at the servant before them. I had been summoned for an undeterminable amount of time to serve the land Lord, the horror stories came back to me full force. The visions of the frightful young women that had eventually been carted off to the church, and their faces danced in my head. I felt ill, terrified as well that I had been called upon.

I ran home as fast as I could, forgotten was my trip to the market as I raced inside the house and slammed the door behind me. My father jumped and gazed up at me, his eyes seemed to know something was more then merely wrong, but horribly wrong. He said nothing as his face paled, my words sounded hallow in my own mind as I spoke softly, “I have been summoned to the Lord, Father…” A tear ran down my face as I fought back the fear that crept up into my throat.
“He has heard of your beauty or seen you for himself… I had a fear this would happen and made precautions my child… Do not worry so Bella.” He rose from the chair, coming over and enveloping me into his warm embrace, comforting me as best he could.
“We will send you off to some relative, or some…..” I interrupted, “No father! He would have you killed and our land seized for daring such a thing… You know as well as I do I have no choice but to go!” I had to be brave, if for none other than my father.
“I will be alright and I will visit you soon Father.. I must pack before the coach arrives.” I knew as did many after the reading of the summons the coach would arrive at their home within the hour, taking them to Hawthorn Castle… I shivered again, I seen it once from a distance. And even in the broad of daylight it looked frightening, cold and heartless almost. It did not resemble a home but a prison… A prison I would soon be encased in.
I heard the unmistakable sound of crunching gravel, the rattle of a harness and the “whoa!” as well.
“The coach is here Father…” He gripped me tighter, his words whispering into my ear, “Please Bella, reconsider! I am old, do not sacrifice yourself for me! I can not bear the thought!” I hugged him to me hard, another tear slipping down my pale cheek. “I will be alright Father.. Be well..” I kissed his cheek and stepped away as the driver rapped on the door.
“I must gather some of my things before going, stall him Father..” He nodded, his old weary eyes tearing as badly as mine had. I had to be strong and return home whole, I would not return as the others had before me! I was determined to be of good service and make it back the same as I was when I left. None had stayed longer than a week, perhaps that was the standard service? I could only hope.
I ran up to my small corner of a room, packed what few clothes I owned and walked back down the small flight of stairs.
“I am ready.” I met the cold gray eyes of the driver before diverting my attention to the floor.
“Come Miss… He awaits. Good evening to you Sir.” He dismissed my father, took my elbow and promptly escorted me out to the awaiting carriage… Pushed inside, the shades drawn I sat back and tried hard not to cry. I had hopes, so many high hopes of marriage to someone soon, it seemed as if I was in danger of losing my sanity as the others had done… I knew I had to be strong, face whatever was coming with a chin up and the Thorn legendary bravery…
The carriage stopped and I was quickly pulled out, the courtyard was dark, dreary looking. Very few living things grew around the outter walls. It looked as if no one of titled birth lived here, but I knew only too well that to be false. So lost in my own thoughts, I did not realize how far and how quickly we had traveled to this castle and my imprisonment.
“This way Madam.” The driver motioned with his hand towards the front double doors. I nodded, too choked up to speak and followed his lead. Into the lion’s den is what it felt like, no beautiful castle could disguise the barren state it held. These walls weren’t comforting, only stifling and I longed to turn and leave. As if sensing my thoughts, the driver put a hand on my lower back and ushered me into the darkness.. I paid no attention to my surroundings, expecting to be delivered into the servants quarts, I was stunned when he took me into a dark den.
“Sit there.” The servant motioned to a high-backed chair. I nodded my head, feeling a chill run through me as I glanced around the dark chambers. The only light within was the glow of the fire place, it did not make it feel homey, but eerie. I thought I was alone in here, waiting for the Lord to arrive, I was wrong. In back of the room sat someone in a chair, behind a large oak desk. I could make out his steepled fingers, resting against his chin, his profile slightly lit from the fire. He said nothing, he did not turn to look at me, I tried to see him clearer through the darkness, but was unable to make out his features. What now? My only thought, my hands gripping the arms of the chair, refusing to let me relax in his presence.


Isabelle Thorn
18
5’4” 100 lbs. Blonde hair, deep blue eyes. (Beauty)

(Beast) Lord of Hawthorn
Tibvo


OOC P.M. with other possible roles, please do not post here without permission. Enjoy the rendition of Beauty and the Beast, our way

 

[Tibxo]

Lord of Hawthorn

He watches as his servant pushes the young girl into the chair in front of the roaring fire place. He watches her as she looks around until finally she looks in his direction. Nothing is uttered through his lips and instead he continues to look at her.

Time slowly moves on which can only be measured by the ticking of a hidden clock before, finally, he lifts up his hand and gestures towards his servant who is now standing obediently by the door. The servant's response is immediately and is quickly standing by his chair, offering an ear so that he can listen to his master's whispers.

The instruction is given and the servant moves towards the girl.

"His Lordship wishes you to stand up and remove your robe."...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

The minutes ticked by, each tick matching the 'tock' of my heart beat. This was unnerving to sit here in silence, he gave no indication he ever knew I was seated there and awaiting a word. Nervously my hands tightened in the folds of my gown, barely able to contain the trepidation that crept up my throat.
Finally he moved, his servant coming to his side as something was whispered. How unbelievably rude! I gazed down at the floor, not wishing to give any reason to displeasure him. The tales running rampart through my mind as I tried not to figit in my seat.
"His lord ship wished you to stand up and remove your robe..." I glanced up quickly to gave at the servant. My legs trembled as I rose from the chair and slipped off my coat. Standing there, I kept my gaze adverted to the floor, looking at the intricate designs in the carpet. Anything to distract me from thinking at this point. My hands were still hidden in the folds of my gown, I needed courage here and it was quickly flatering.

 

[Tibxo]

His eyes takes in the girl now that she is no longer hidden by the thick robe, the flames of the fire illuminating her feminine form for him to see. Unseen by the girl, the corner of his mouth curls slightly and he reaches forward to picks up a small goblet.

Extending it towards his servant, the vessel is soon filled to the brim with a rich red liquid. Another nod and his lacky takes the goblet to the girl.

"His lordship offers you this drink."...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

I glanced down at the proffered goblet and back up at the man seated in the darkness. Did he really wish me to drink spirits? I had none before in my life, this would be something new. Still it worried me some what he had not spoken directly to me, and still stayed hidden in the shadows.
Was he truely a hideous man? Was he scarred or worse? I mumbled thank you and took the goblet from the servant. My hands still shook a little as I stood there, goblet held before me. The servants eyes held mine, waiting. It dawned on me I should drink some of the wine offered and hurried to do so. I took a small sip and smiled, letting the sweet flavor swirl around on my tongue before I swallowed it down.
"Thank you." I again spoke up, my eyes leaving the servant to focus on the Lord who summoned me here. Still I could not see and it was frustrating me, and making me worry more what I was facing. Again the whispered words of the towns people came to mind, the frightening things they said this man was capable of. I shivered again and sipped once more from the goblet.

 

[Tibxo]

His Lordship

His body barely moving a muscle, he watches the young girl as she slowly consumes the wine that has been given to her. His servant waiting patiently until finally, he takes the empty goblet from her hand.

He clicks his fingers and the servant speaks again.

"His Lordship would like to thank you for your company this evening and that I am now to show you your room."

With that, the servant picks up the robe and hands it to the girl before motioning her to follow him...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

The servant spoke to me but my eyes were on the man himself. Why did he not speak to me himself? I knew he could, he spoke to his servant? Was I so beneath him he could not summon up words for a mere surf?
I bowed slightly towards the Lord and turned to follow the servant out. I could not speak, I dared not say anything to the Lord here. The horrible things I had heard were enough for me to know I had to be good and do my job right to escape punishments like he had dished out before. They had to be punishments, no one did those horrible things on purpose.. So if I did well and did not anger the man I could make it home in one piece. Easier said than done.. I had a temper on me and a mouth as well. My father was an educated man and he had taught me all he knew. A mistake many said, "do not waste time educating a woman, even if it is your daughter!" He ignored them as did I.
I followed the servant through the hall and up some stairs. A single candle lit our way, and he too said nothing to me. It was dark and gloomy in this place, I couldn't even hear other's talking anywhere in the area? He moved towards a door and opened it up. I gazed within and stopped, "This is no the servants quarter's is it?" I did not look like a servants room to me. He moved inside and set down the candle. The room wasn't fit for queens or anything, just a simple room. Clean and nice as well, nine different shades of blue in it from what I could see. I turned back to the servant with a questioning glance.

 

[Tibxo]

Ignoring her unspoken questions, he goes back to the door.

"Someone will be bringing up some food in a little while. After that, His Lordship wants you to rest." He then closes the door, locking the girl in her room.

Going back downstairs, he sees that his master is still his desk, just stilling there. As usual, he stands by the side of the desk, awaiting further.

"What do you think of her?" His Lordship finally asks.

"I beg your pardon, sir." The serv isn't actually sure what his master has meant and he has been at the castle too long to make assumptions.

"The girl. What is your assessment of her?"

"Asess???" The servant falters over the word he doesn't understand.

"What do you think of her?" His Lordship asks again, patiently.

"Erm...well, she is very pretty, sire!" The servant answers. Strange, he has never asked me that before!

"Yes, she is interesting isn't she." The servant waits as his master lapse into silence.

"It is getting late." His Lordship says, finally getting up. "Have the cook prepare her a small meal. She is then not to leave her room until I say so."

"Yes, Your Worship."

The lackey waits until his master has left the castle for his ritual walk before he heads for the kitchens...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

"Someone will be bringing up some food in a little while. After that, His Lordship wants you to rest."

I turned just as he shut the door, "No wait! Please?" I ran and tried to pull the door open but it did not budge an inch.

Locked?

I was prisoner in this room?? But why? I felt tears sting my eyes as I fought back the fear of being trapped here. I tugged again on the door and felt a weakness come over my limbs. Moving towards a chair I sat there, wrapped my arms around my middle and hugged myself.
It wasn't cold in the room, though barely lit by the single tapered candle, I glanced around the room. A warderobe, a bed and a nightstand as well as my bag was inside the room. Little else was there. The carpet was soft and thick as were the drapes.

Drapes!?

I jumped up and moved to the window, pulling them open with a relieved look on my face. I could at least get some air and not feel so trapped in here. My heart and face fell as the curtains parted. The window was covered for winter with a huge board. It wouldn't open, even if I wanted it to! Another tear fell.

What did he want with me? I heard the steady foot steps of someone coming and jumped to the bed. Hurriedly as possible I arranged my skirts to cover my ankles and sat waiting...

My breath held, I finally couldn't hold it in no longer and gasped for air, my knuckles white on the bed as I gripped it. Why was I here? And for what purpose? I wanted to go home where it was safe, be with my father and farm. At least there I was not caged! I felt my temper rise a little at the unfairness of it all but quickly bit down on my lip to keep from shouting in anger. I had best behave myself and do as bidden, perhaps then i could go home sooner? Or would that keep me here? I had to figure this Lord out and quickly, I didn't think I could handle being locked up like this.

I laid down on the bed, wrapping the bedding around me, a safe warm coccoon and dozed off.

 

[Tibxo]

The servant waits as his station for his master to return from his morning walking. He never knows where he goes on these strange walks of his, only that he does so last thing at night and first thing in the mornin. In fact, there have been rumours that his Lordship stays out all night! But that is only a rumour.

His thoughts are interrupted at the sound of the front door opening.

"Is she up?" His Lordship asks bluntly.

"Not since the last I checked, sire. Earlier this morning." He answers.

"Was she fed last night?" His master asks as he removes his long coat.

"Her food was brought up but she was already asleep. The food was left on the dresser." The servant replies, nervously.

"Was the plate empty the last time you checked?" His master asks again. His back still towards the servant.

He had dreaded this question.

"No, sire. The plate was still full."

From his master's body movements as he turns, the lackey knows that he is most displeased.

"Who fed her last night?"

"Baker, sire." The reply is prompt. The servant's long service has taught him not to try and cover up for someone else's faults. He knows that Baker's days are numbered and expects his master to call for him.

However, he insteads says: "Feed her some breakfast. I want you to do it personally."

"Yes, sire!" And the servant starts to make for the kitchens.

"And.." continues the master, his servant halting in his tracks. "Give her something to sleep. I don't want her waking up until this evening."

"Yes, sire."...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

My lids parted as I blinked a few times, wondering where I was for a moment and if Father had breakfast ready for me or if I needed to cook?
I yawned widely and rolled to my back, stretching like a contented house cat, I rolled back to my side once again. My eyes landed on a pair of shoes and quickly I jerked upright.
My eyes landed on the servant holding a tray before him, he held neither a smile nor a glare but stood silently watching me.
That was a little creepy but I managed to close my jaw shut with a snap of my teeth.
"The Master wishes you to eat something since you missed your evening meal." He said matter-of-factly. I nodded my head, wondering why he said nothing more than that?
"Am I to cook or perhaps clean?" I asked timidly. The rude man did not even answer me, just set the tray before me and stood watching.
"Are you going to stay in here and watch me eat?" I asked incredibly.
"Yes Miss." He stood with his feet braced and hands folded before him, watching intently.
Hands shaking, I wasn't sure if it was anger or fear, but I bit my tongue and said nothing. Slowly I began to eat, nibble at a time. I was certain I could not eat it all I was so nervous, but when I glanced down everything was gone but the orange juice.
"I am full, thank you."
"Finish everything Miss, Master's orders." I sighed and picked up the small glass of orange juice, quickly I drank it down and set the cup back on the tray.
He promptly picked it up and headed for the door.
"Wait, please!?" He didn't pause or give any indication he heard me, instead he marched out, shut the door and once again locked it from the outside.
Another tear slipped down my cheek along with confusion and tiredness.
"What is wrong with me?" I mumbled softly. I was usually up at day break, milking cows and baking breads for my home, why did I feel so drained? Since I had nothing more to do, I lay down and soon fell back into a deep dreamless sleep.

 

[Tibxo]

It is late evening before he sends his servant up to fetch her down from her bedroom. He has given him clear instructions that she is to dress in a plain white nightgown. Like the night before, the large living room is dark except what light is provided by the roaring fire. However, in place of the armchair is a table and chair. On the table's surface is crammed with as much food as possible plus a large beaker of wine.

Sitting at the same desk as the night before , he finishes his own goblet to wash down the dinner he has just consumed while he waits for her...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

"You are to dress in a white nightgown and join M'Lord for dinner Madam." I stood there trembling a little and astonished.
"D-dinner in a nightgown? But.." He cut me off, "His orders madam, best see to them. Or i shall be forced to aid you in complying with his wishes.." He took a threatening step towards me and I backed away.
"NO! no, no thats alright, I will comply." I shook a little, my temper once more flaring up from down deep. I quickly moved behind the changing screen and shed the dress I had put on. DId he wish the garments removed? Tough!
I left all on except the corset and let my hair hang down my back. I was nervous and edgy but said nothing as the servant led me through the halls and into the dark den once again. I spotted my coat from the pervious night hanging on a post outside the door and quickly put it on as well. This was so immoral! How could anyone demand such a ludacris thing as this?!
He turned, the servant, and gaped at me. His nervousness showing as i strolled right past him and into the room to stand and see what the Lord wanted.
"You asked for me Sir?" I managed to get it up my throat and out, asking what he wanted. No more of this silence, it was really getting old.

 

[Ovbit]

(OOC: Heh! Heh! Sorry, Sweet. Tib's flown the nest but you have got a better writer in me )

When he sees her come down wearing her robe, he feels annoyance.

"You asked for me Sir?" She brazenly says as she stands before his desk.

Suddenly feeling the annoyance turn into rage at the impertinance, his large hand smashes down on the table top. The strength of which causes the items on it to jump even as its violence causes the girl to jump back.

"My apologies, my Lord." The servant quickly says. "It is obvious that she is unaware that she is not to speak to you directly. An oversight on my part."

His Lordship nods and then waves her away.

"His Lordship has changed his mind." Interprets his lackey. "You are to go back to your room."

Before the girl can say anything, he guides her out of the room. Once in the passageway, he pulls her close to him. His hot breath on her face

"Don't you dare try to speak to the Master again." His voice is low and menacing. "In his presence, you are to remain silent. If you do have any questions, then you are to direct them to me outside the room. Do you understand?"...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

Jumping as the ink well wobbled on the desk from his explosion, I was quickly jerked out of the room after hasty appologies to the Lord.
"But.." I tried to speak but his grip on my arm hurt enough to know to shut up. I had meant no insult but this Lord was off his rocker!
"Don't you dare try to speak to the Master again." His voice is low and menacing. "In his presence, you are to remain silent. If you do have any questions, then you are to direct them to me outside the room. Do you understand?"...
I nodded my head quickly, the fear sinking in again as he jerked me along and up the stairs. I couldn't think, nothing here made sense to me at all! Pushed into my room the door was slammed shut behind me and locked.
"WAIT!" I went to the door and pounded on it, "Please! Don't lock me in here!" I pounded a few more minutes but no one came. Storming across the room I kicked a foot stool so hard it went sliding across the room and into the wall. Yelping in pain I hopped on one foot to the chair and sat cradling the hurt limb. Tears began to fall again and I felt lost and alone once more.
I needed to get out of here, but how could I serve him and go home if he kept me locked away!? I would have to question his rude little servant in order to find out that information apparently.

 

[Tibxo]

The Aging Servant

In the early hours of the morning, the servant silently unlocks the girl's door and lets himself in.

With only the bright moonlight (it's a full moon) illuminating the room, he can easily make out the sleeping form. Licking his dry lips, he shuffles over to the side of the bed.

She is a beauty! Possibly the best the Master has ever had.

He can feel his brow becoming damp as he surveys her lovely face, the long sensual neck. With a clammy and shaking hand, he takes hold of the blanket and, very slowly, pulls it back.

Again he licks his lips as he slowly takes in the sight lying before him. Despite the thick nightdress (or because of), he can easily discern her heavy breasts as they move back and forth in rhythm and as he pulls the blanket completely off, he sees that the nightdress had ridden up, revealing her shapely legs and thighs to his lusty gaze.

His penis becoming solid in his trousers, he allows the blanket to fall to the ground before he leans forward, his clammy hand descending to touch her leg...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

Something woke me, a strange sound that was not normal? My eyes flew open and my head turned. Something dark and black loomed over me, the moon not showing whom it was, I screamed loudly. scampering backwards as fast as I could on the bed, I fell off the other side and instantly jumped up.
"NO! Get out!" I screamed, breathing heavily, I seen it was a servant. Inhaling deeply I tried to calm my nerves.
"Oh, my lord you scared me!" My hand went to my chest, pressing slightly on the pounding there, hoping to calm myself.
"What is it??" had he come to summon me for a reason? Why was he in my room?

 

[Tibxo]

Just as his hand is only inches away from her leg, the girl jumps up, making him jump.

Scrambling off the bed, she quickly jumps up, yelling at him to get out. Then she pauses.

"Oh, my lord you scared me! What is it??"

If only she woke up a few minutes later!

"His Lordship wishes to see you." He states. "Now!" He says as he sees her go for her gown...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

"N-Now?" I went to grab my gown and stopped at his shake of his head. Trembling, I nodded and gulped down the fear rising in my throat.
I followed him out the door and down the passage way, wondering what in the world the Master could want with me at this hour?

 

[Tibxo]

From his chair, he waits patiently as his servant brings the girl down.

Finally, taking her now usual position by the fire, he watches her move and figit.

He does nothing.

He watches the girl as she looks in turns at the floor and the fireplace.

Still he does nothing...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

I stumbled a little as the servant yanked me around and had me stand before the fire. Glancing around, I still wondered why i was here? I felt the servant's fingers tighten on my arm, knowing I should not speak. I kept silent and waited impatiently for him to say something, do anything so I could get back to bed.
Little did I know the fireplace behind me lit up the curves hidden by my nightgown, or the fact both men could clearly see my outline.

 

[Tibxo]

Finally...

The Lord gets up. Taking his time, he comes from behind his desk and walks up to the girl. Stopping in front of her, his dark piercing eyes run over her, taking in her hair, the shape of her face, the slope of her neck, down to the swell of her breasts under her nightdress.

He stops.

"Take off your nightdress." He tells the girl.

Until then, she had been looking down. But then she raises her head.

"I beg your pardon, Milord?"

His eyes burn into her.

"I said 'Take off your nightdress'." He says again, his tone flat...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

Wanting so desperately to balk and run, I tensed up as he approached. Not daring to look up at him, I heard more than seen him come towards me. And when he stood before me, All I could see was his boots and legs from the knee down.
"Take off your nightdress" He spoke to me?! I jerked my head up and looked right into his face for the first time.
"I b-beg your pardon?" I muttered, expecting any second to be in trouble for speaking to him and at the same time unable to look away from his striking features! Good lord this man was beautiful.. was that applicable to men? I did not know but he was.
"I said, take off your nightdress." He spoke again, his voice soft, deep but deadly sounding as well.
Shaking I tried to think, to speak but my tongue wasn't cooperating with my mind, nor were my hands. I caught the servant looking at me mouthing a word, "NOW!" He didn't speak aloud but I could read it. Hesitantly I reached down and grabbed the material of my gown, trying hard not to balk, scream or yell at him.
He stood so close to me, I could not think clearly at all. His cologne was filling my senses as well, his larger frame blocking alot of the room from me, from escape.. The servant as well hovering to the side of the door. I flushed bright red, I wore nothing under this nightgown and he wanted it off?! Surely he was jesting with me?
I glanced up again at his face as saw the 'ticking' in his jaw, he was serious! Quickly before I lost all the nerve to do so and fight my way out, I lifted the dress up and off of my body. Holding it in my hands, I held it before me, covering my breasts on down to my knees. Backing up a little, I couldn't go far for the heat of the fire was warming my skin too quickly.
I felt trapped and caged, and wondered why in the world did I comply!? Confused and lost, I felt a tear slip down my cheek as my eyes held the most threatening pressence in the room, the Lord.

 

[Tibxo]

His Lordship

All that can be heard is the crackling of the flame on the fire and the rustle of material as the girl hesitantly pulls her nightdress over her head and quickly uses it to cover her charms from his gaze. He can see that she is shivering as she takes one step backwards and stops.

Taking one step forward, he lifts a hand and grasps her chin, lifting her face up so he can look directly into her eyes. They are a clear deep blue which reminds him of the ocean on a hot clear day but, however lovely that they are, that is not what he is searching for.

Yessss. I can see it.

A slight smile touches his face as he bends forward, his well shaped lips coming near the girl's full ones, his breath touching her pale flesh. Then he pulls back, grabbing her nightdress in one swift tug, leaving the girl completely exposed. The girl tries to reach for it but the nightdress is quickly flung to the servant. She doesn't move further as she again falls under his scrutiny as he draws closer.

First it is her face. His almost jet black eyes closely examines the sweep of the brow, the pert nose, the creamy skin on her cheeks down to her very generous mouth. He runs a finger against her lips and for some reason, although she starts at the touch, she does not move back as if mesmerised by his presence.

His eyes moves down her long neck which is so smooth, so pale, before moving down to the top of her chest...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Isabelle

He stood too close for comfort, his dark eyes holding my own. I felt powerless to do or say anything to stop him. His striking features had caught me off guard. They said he was a beast? He did not look like one?!
I gasped and tried to cover up as the gown was ripped from my hands. Stepping back he advanced again on me, I had no where to go. No way out of this damned corner! I felt a tremble pass down my body, a slight shivering from the cooler air and his gaze. I flushed yet again, standing as I was, I had forgotten for only a moment my state of dress, or in this case undress!
His eyes ran over my face, causing me to redden even further under his scrutiny.
"P-Please.. let me have my gown M'Lord?" i asked softly, hoping not to anger him further. His hand lifts, thinking he might strike, I am still caught in his gaze. Startling me, his fingertip caresses across my bottom lip and down my jaw. Another sharp tingle sent through my body, one of warning. Watching him inspect me should have offended, should have upset me some how. But I seemed to forget the nudity and where I was, so caught up in his touch and face. Closing my eyes a moment, I fought to collect my thoughts and put a stop to this.
Hands fisted at my sides, I stood stalk still, barely breathing. Let him send me away now! Please!? I had never felt this way before in my life.. Was it a good feeling or bad? I couldn't determine which it was, but I knew it was wanton and bad as well.
His head dipped a little as his eyes traveled down my body, "My gown M'Lord? Please?" I whispered again. Surely he would have some decency?