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Where's My Happy Ending? ((butterfly0408/Kolath))

He laughed softly. â??The same as always drunken bastards trying to pick a fight with whoever is closet of feel up the nearest girl.â? He reached into his pocket pulling out a small paper wrapped box. â??But I had a good tipping customer recently and was able to get this for youâ?¦I saw you eyeing it one day I thought you might really like to have it.â? he was blushing horridly and he held it out to her.
 
She was smiling right along with him until the box was pulled from out of seemingly nowhere. A look of genuine surprise crossed to her face, "Oh... Aiden..." she reached out and took the box, examining it in all it's simply wrapped beauty. It looked so common, but it was lovely to her. "No one has given me a gift in... oh I don't think I can even recall the last time that was." A lie. She recalled her father gifting her with a lovely necklace not long before his death. The necklace was now in Juliet's jewelery box.

As she gingery ripped at the paper, she couldn't figure out what it could be. What had she looked at with such interest that he thought she would want it. The look of surprise only grew more as she gasped, seeing the lovely ladies fan she that vendor had attempted to sell her a month ago. "Aiden... you shouldn't have done this. It's far to much and what will I do with it? You should not have wasted your money on me."
 
He smiled and gently brushed his finger along her chin to look her in the eyes. â??Seeing your face as happy as you are now it was well worth what I had to pay and more.â? He stood taking her hand, â??Well as to what you can do with it, what do noble ladies do with them? Flirt with men I believe so why not you do the same, after all you have a willing guinea pig right here.â? He smiled at her cocking one eyebrow in question as to what she thought of the idea.
 
She blushed and shook her head, not even having opened the fan yet, "Me? Flirt like a noble woman? With you? That is the silliest thing I have ever heard Aiden." She seemed for a moment like she was not going to give in, until she smiled and snapped open the fan, swiftly batting it and fanning her face with it, batting her eyes at him. She was trying to look silly, but she looked more like a natural at it then a silly girl making fun of the action.
 
He blinked almost forgetting for a moment that he was looking at a girl that had no idea about court life she seemed to take to it so perfectly. His heart skipped a beat every time he could see in her eyes that she was smiling behind the fan. â??you know all you need is the fine dress and you would take every manâ??s heart.â? He came slowly over to her his hand gently brushed over her cheek as he settled on what he would say. â??I know you have taken mine in every way that a girl can take a manâ??s heart.â?
 
She continued her playful smiling and coy flicking of her fan. As he started again about fine dresses and catching attention, her eyes rolled once again. She was about to scold him and for the hundredth time remind him she was plain (or at least she thought she was) when the mood changed thanks to his mention of the heart. His heart and her having taken it. In truth, he had stolen hers as well, thought she had kept that secret all to herself and more then likely would have forever... if he hadn't changed the topic to that. If she didn't work on changing it once more, she feared she would spill her heart out to him and look like a love struck bubble headed girl. Her face for a moment looked wistful, dreamy eyed almost, but she shook it off and smirked her usual playful smirk and a skeptical expression, "Oh yes, I'm sure I have because I am do good at things like that. Honestly Aiden, you joke to much sometimes."
 
He smiled staying very close to her his hand on her cheek. â??You are very very good at that and donâ??t even realize it Crista.â? He brushed his other hand over her hand and arm that held the fan. â??who said I was joking? â?? his hand went to her chin gently making her look into his eyes which held nothing but the love he felt for her. â??you have captured my heart Crista no matter if you like it or not.â?
 
Crista was loosing her grip on herself the more he pushed this. How could she tell him the truth that she loved him. And what if he was not on the same page as she. She'd make a fool of herself and never be able to look him in the face again. But how nice would it be to be with him and love one another. Escape her life and start one with him. CRAZY THOUGHTS! Totally, utterly, CRAZY thoughts! Rather then turn his words around to transition the topic, she just did a giant 180, trying to pull away, stand and took his hand, urging him to follow along, "I thought we were going to go for a walk today..."
 
He did take her hand but did not follow instead he used his stronger frame to stop her and gently pull her back toward him. â??Crista, I donâ??t know what you are so afraid ofâ?¦â? his arms gently pulled her into them though he was gentle it was firm enough to not let her go but the gentleness was abundantly clear and if she really fought against him he would stop and let her go. â??Please stop trying to run away from meâ?¦â? his hand brushed her cheek, â??I love you and it hurts so much when you do.â?
 
Those three little words did not sink into her brain at first and she was already starting to say something else, "I don't want to run away from you Aiden. I don't but I have no-" when the confession at last hit her and a look of awe and wonder crossed her face ".... you love me?" She had been without love in her life for so long...
 
His hand brushed along her cheek again this time his hand slipped behind her neck and gently drew her closer to him. he leaned in more gently brushing his lips lightly before pressing closer and kissing her deeply. After a moment he pulled back gently resting his forehead on hers whispering softly. â??I love you Crista!â?
 
Her eyes went wide and large at first. She was kissing him. Or was it technically that he was kissing her? Did it matter? No, they were kissing. He loved her and was kissing her and life was suddenly wonderful full of so many bright possibilities for them! This being her first romantic kiss, she didn't quite know what to do and so she left it all up to him. She was glad she did, for it was perfect. It couldn't have even been this good in her dreams.

As he pulled back and rested his forehead to hers, Crista looked like she was about to cry, but the smile on her face spoke of joy. Her heart was flying through the heavens above. It was to hard to keep herself from floating off the ground. This was the single happiest moment of life, for through all her trails and hardships, she had found someone to love her and love in return.

"Aiden... oh... oh Aiden, I-"

The loud chime of the clock tower rang through the air and she froze. Her head instantly snapped to it's direction. Suddenly, her single happiest moment turned to her single darkest. It was noon. At this very moment, she was suppose to be walking into the dining room, setting the first plate before Dilian as she was suppose to do every day. Instead, she was still in town, at least a half hour away if she ran as fast as she could go.

"Oh my God! No!" she cried out in horror, springing to her feet and grabbing the basket of belongs she had purchase this morning. She moved so swiftly, nothing Aiden could have done would have stopped her. "Aiden! I have to go! I'm sorry! I have to go!" she yelled as she was already running as fast as she could away from him, through the crowds.
 
Aiden just stood there he had been already for her to confess the same to him but instead she ran away. He stood there dumb struck not sure what he had done to make her react like that. It wasnâ??t long before he realized that the clock had struck noon and he remembered every other day they had spent together she always said she needed to be home before noon. He sighed, â??Talk about poor timing.â? He slipped his hands into his pockets and headed back to the castle hardly being able to wait till tomorrow when he would see her again and she would confess she loved him alsoâ?¦at least he hoped she would.
 
At last the house was in sight. Running up the drive, and in through the back door, the air in the house was thick with tension. Cook was there, already cleaning up the plates from lunch. Crista said nothing to her and she said nothing in return. She could not even look at her for she already knew how bad Crista was going to get it. Taking only the time to throw her cloak down upon the straw pile she slept on, the fan with it's folds, she hurried off to the dining room, finding it empty, but clearly she had been heard enter, for Juliet's voice came then from down the hallway, "Crista.... come here...." Her voice was cold and calm. It sent a chill down her spine spine as she swiftly walked down the hall and into the sun room.

The whole family was there, staring at her. It felt like she was being stabbed with knifes from each pair of eyes. It was hard to find her voice at first, but after a moment, she started her attempts to beg forgiveness, "Mistress, Master... I am SO sorry! I don't know how I lost track of time, but I did and I am so sorry! I ran here as fast as I could! I know it's not a good excuse for being late but please I-"

"You're right Crista," Juliet calmly interrupted. She was sipping a cup of tea that she gracefully set the cup upon the saucer and stood, "it's not an excuse. Not a good one at all. YOU don't get the liberty to have excuses Crista. Do you forget your place in this house?"

"No mistress. Never," the cold look in Juliet's eyes as she stepped closer frightened her more then anything ever had before.

"And what is your place in my house Crista?" before she could even start a reply, Juliet gave her a harsh, hard slap across the face, causing her to fall into a the nearby table, items crashing all over the floor, "WHAT IS YOUR PLACE CRISTA! SAY IT!"

"I'm... I'm a servant-"

"NO! You are my slave! You are nothing! You are not worth a damn thing! The rags I allow you to wear on your back are worth more then you are!" Juliet started to violently rip and tear at the clothing Crista wore. If Crista ever tried to resist her, she got another slap until she knew there was nothing she could do to fight and just let her go until she was finished. Until Crista cowered naked before you. "And now, you are are totally worthless. A worthless peice of dirty, sluty, shit. Why were you late?"

By now, poor Crista was shaken and shivering. Not knowing what was worse, telling the truth or a lie, she gambled with a mix of the two. "With... with a friend..."

"Friend?! You! Having a friend! That's laughable Crista!! Who would want to spend five seconds with a worthless slut like you! Who? Tell me!"

Sniffling, holding back tears, she answered, "A young man from the inn..."

Juliet smirked, "Oh... I see now. A young man? You mean a paying customer!"

A look of shock crossed her face as she defended herself and Aiden, "No! I would never! He's a good man!"

"A good fuck you mean! Is that the thanks I get Crista?! Is that what you do in the market every day? Make extra money whoring yourself?!"

"NO! I'm still a virgin! You know that! I would never do a thing like that!"

"There are plenty of other things you know very well how to do! Where do you keep it? Where do you keep the money you make you whore!"

"I'm not a whore!" That reply gained her another harsh slap of the face. Everyone was just sitting there, watching this happen to her Crista looked for help, but found only their cold glares, watching it happen and approving of her beating and berating.

Juliet grabbed Crista by the hair and yanked hard, twisting, making Crista cry out, "You are a whore... SAY IT! SAY IT!"

She had no choice, "I'm a whore!"

"Again!"

"I'm... I'm a whore!"

"You are going to get a lash for every last minute you were late you filthy whore! And for every time you have talked back to me this day and forced me to slap you across your ugly face, you will spend a night sleeping naked outside in the cold! And this "friend" of yours, it's over. You will not speak to that young man EVER again. If I hear you speaking to anyone at all in the market, this punishment will look like nothing. Now thank me! Thank me for being so leaniant on you!"

Crista was in shock. The whipping she would have taken twice, even three time over, but to never speak to Aiden again? Ever? It was as if her heart had just been ripped with Juliet's bare hands and crushed under her heel. But what could she do? "Thank you mistress.... you are... too good to me..."

All she could do, was let her dreams die. This was her place. There was no room for love here.

Juliet looked to her husband and daughters then, "Girls, why don't you go practice your piano and flute? And Dilian, do be a dear, take this whore up down into the basement until later? I don't want to get blood on the carpeting." She was smiling. The cold hearted bitch was actually smiling.
 
Dilian had sat there calmly reading the paper as Juliet taught Crista her place again. Though he was not quite as violent as Juliet he did enjoy watching Crista being beat around till she submitted the only thing he would have liked better was to be the one beating her. moving over to Crista he nodded, â??Of course my love.â? Picking up the naked shivering girl he forced her to walk in front of him down into the basement. He loved the moments alone he had with her and used it to touch her body more then normally allowed. Of course he knew that if he did too much Crista would turn him in so he did just enough to get a rise and then stopped after tying her up.

He went back up stairs making sure he was seen so that Juliet didnâ??t think something was going on down in the basement. Quickly he went around gathering anything that would be needed for the whipping except the medicen to stop the bleeding, Crista might not even get that this time, it all depended on how generous Juliet was feeling. After getting everything he hurried back down to the basement with the items.
 
Susanna and Daniella both just sat there. Susanna had been trying to do a bit of embroidery while Daniella pretended to read one of her books, yet they were both paying attention to what was happening before them. They both had different reactions.

As Daniella watched, she felt pretty much the same as her mother and her stepfather on it. She got a sick satisfaction out of watching Crista suffer. But it was deeper then that. It was knowing that the more and more Juliet focused on making Crista's life hell on earth, the less she paid attention to the things Daniella was getting away with.

It was only Susanna that was having a different reaction from watching the beating. Forever now, she had tried to be like her mother and her step father. She laughed along with them and talked about enjoying things like what was happening right at that moment. But seeing it happen, it was the first time Susanna realized that as much as she tried, she was not like her mother and the rest of the family. It made her sick to have to watch, but she kept her expression neutral. If anyone found out her feelings, would she be in the same place as Crista was now? As she left the room, she tried her best to push thoughts of all she had just seen from her head, if it was at all possible.

And then there was the victim herself, now laying on the cold floor of the basement, the darkness all around her, waiting. She wasn't thinking about what was coming to her next, but of what she had already lost. Aiden. If only that clock tower had not broken the moment. She would have told him then how she felt. Now, she could never tell him. It would just hurt to much to much now that she could never be with him. It wasn't allowed. How stupid she had been to think it ever would have been. How could she possibly miss something she never had in the first place?

The sound of the door opening and two sets of footsteps descending the stairs brought her back into the moment. Looking up, she saw Juliet and Dilian, all kinds of horrible tools in their hands. Juliet just smiled down at her with that dark look in her eyes, "34 minutes late......."
 
Dilian pulled out the rope binding Cristaâ??s hands together and forcing her to stand as he hooked the rope over a hook in the ceiling that was just for this type of thing. The hook would force her to stand on the balls of her feet the entire time. Pulling out the whip he rubbed it down with a oil making sure that it was clean and it was still supple. Lashed it out just to one side of Crista making it snap loudly, this was one thing he was very good at besides drinking. Looking over at Juliet waiting for her say so.
 
Crista had only ever been whipped once before in her life. Right after her father died and she was first told her place in what was now Juliet's household. And here she was again, being forced to know the pain of her place. Closing her eyes, she tried her best to seem calm and cool. It was going to be a test for the last time... she had broken down within just a few lashes into a bawling idiot.

Smirking, Juliet crossed her arms and learned against the walk, watching. The slight nod of her head was all the signal she gave him.
 
Smirking Dilian brought the whip around his body in a intricate pattern before it shot out toward Crista and with a loud snap a long red welt appeared across her back. Pulling back against he let the ship fly keeping the speed going since that was the key to good use of the whip. Crack! Crack! Crack! The whip flew and at each crack of the whip a new welt appeared. One after another Dilian continued till he reached fifteen, stopping for a moment he looked at Juliet waiting for permission to continue since there was a chance that more could make Crista pass out which would defeat the purpose of this.
 
If the hook had not been holding her up, Crista would not be standing at this moment. The whipping was making her weak, but she was still aware and had yet to scream. A mistake on her part, for it angered Juliet that she did not cry out yet. She wanted to hear her scream and she wanted to hear it now. Surprising them both then, Juliet gave the nod for him to continue after only a few seconds of a break. For once, she didn't didn't care. She wanted to se Crista in pain and she wanted to see it NOW.
 
Dilian blinked at that but just nodded and began the movements again this time even rougher. His whips cracked and snapped against Cristaâ??s skin after just a few more strikes it began to tear her skin leaving streaks of blood. He didnâ??t stop not till he reached the tally mark of thirty-four. He let the whip drop to the ground again pulling it back to clean off the tip of Cristaâ??s blood wishing that it had not been such a high amount.
 
The sudden continuation of her beating resulted in giving Juliet exactly what she wanted. Crista's sudden screams of pain. Like music to her sick, sadistic ears. By the time it was over, she smiled, pleased with the result. That was what she wanted. Anything more would be over kill. Possibly even... would risk literally being a kill. Even she had a limit to the things she could do with Crista. People knew she still existed and if she were to suddenly vanish... she had gotten away with it once for her husband, she would not tempt fate and do it again.

"Dilian... be a dear. Run upstairs and get the ointment and bandages? She'll bleed to death and her corpse will make the house smell," after giving her order, she casually started to leave the room. "You'll not be able to go to market like that Crista. You'll spend a few days down here, thinking about what you've done." Pausing at the top of the steps she turned back and smiled as she heard, right on cue, exactly what she wanted to...

A tear filled, painful, almost whisper of a reply, "Yes... m..mis..mistress.... t..thank.... thank you..... mistress..."
 
Dilian nodded putting his whip away marking in his mind to be sure to oil it later. Hurrying upstairs he gathered the medicine that he had not done so earlier. Right after getting them all together he went into the music room to see Susanna. â??Susanna I need you to take these down and help Crista you know how you mother is right after a beating and she will need my help.â? He smirked not even waiting for her to say she would just passing it too her and turning to leave. â??You know she will be upset if Crista doesnâ??t get attention so better get too it.â? and left to go find his mistress in hopes she would want his services.
 
Daniella was happy to be sleeping with him at that moment. She didn't have to dirt herself with cleaning up after her mother's messes. Susanna on the other hand, went pale.

She had struggled enough as it was watching the pre-beating and had hoped she would not have to see the post. Here she was now, having to see it up close. As she took up all the items and headed for the basement, she told herself it was just going to be quick in an out. Nothing more. She wouldn't feel sorry. She wouldn't let it bother her.

One second looking at Crista, still hanging there from the hook, blood, her back ripped raw and Susanna couldn't help but let it bother her. She couldn't help but feel sorry. Going over to her stepsister, Susanna put the items down and went about figuring out how to go about this. First off, she couldn't just put her on the floor. Heading quickly back upstairs, she grabbed a blanket and laid it under Crista. That was where she laid her down as carefully as she could, feeling horrible as the only sounds Crista made were those of such horrible pain.

"It's okay," Susanna tried to go her best effort of console her, but knew a few words could do nothing. Crista laid on her side the whole while, hardly making a sound. "You're strong you know," Susanna whispered to her. "If they had done this to me, I would be screaming now." Still not a sound. Glancing at her face, Susanna sighed for Crista had at long last passed out. Perhaps it was for the best at this moment. It was easier on them both.

When she finally had Crista bandaged up, she took it upon herself to get a clean blanket and move Crista to it, cleaning up the blood without a second thought. She was half way up the steps already when she heard a soft whisper from Crista, her eyes still closed, "Thank you Susanna..."

For some reason, it brough a very slight smile to her face. She had done something for someone else and it felt good. Though she did not say it allowed, only continued up the stairs.
 
Nearly a week had passed since Aiden had been to the market and seen Crista, though he had been there she had not. He sighed looking around the market again hoping against hope that she would be there this time just one more time he wanted to see her. sighing he looked down at the rose that he held in his hands that he had again taken from his motherâ??s garden just for Crista. â??What happened to you my love? Why have you not been here?â?
 
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