Cinderella stood facing Fairy Godmother, the woman whom she’d trusted for a long time – the one who saved her over and over from a life lived with many upsets. But, why now was this loving woman sending her into the forest to develop her sexual skills? Cinderella had none and didn’t want them. Fairy Godmother said that she must be sexually experienced before going before the Prince. Fairy Godmother also whispered, “You must have a voracious appetite for pleasing the Prince. You will own him, and he will own you in this way. Nothing else will suffice.”
Cinderella quietly accepted these terms and was determined to achieve them with excellence. She lived her entire life doing the best she could at everything. Why would this be anything different? …show more content…
She shivered slightly and decided against building a fire. She’d been on her way as soon as the first glints of sun broke the horizon. She opened her sack and inspected its contents. Her thick woolen shawl was deep in the bottom. It was a necessary and weighty item to carry. It would be cold deep in the forest. She didn’t care much for being cold. All those years of tending the fire, when she was cruelly called the Witch of the Fires, had at the very least taught her the inner peace of being warm. Warm? Yes, that’s all she got out of those years of her life. Those tantalizing years amongst the people who were called her “family.” They – all of them – cold in their language and chilling with their endless evil stares. These thoughts haunted her at …show more content…
She searched and scanned the ground and trees constantly. There was no horizon now at all. The sun had sunk low behind the trees. Without fanfare she finally saw him. She knew immediately what he was. He was the ogre mage. How could she know this? She said softly into the darkness, “It doesn’t matter how I know. I just know.” She knew what he looked like from the descriptions of the villagers. He was alone, standing with his short bulky arms above his head. He was preening. “He’s proud,” she said to herself. This made her desire to conquer and own him greater than before. Ogres, his less intelligent mates, generally lived and travelled with their tribes. The ogre mage stood alone, as was his custom of separation from
Cinderella quietly accepted these terms and was determined to achieve them with excellence. She lived her entire life doing the best she could at everything. Why would this be anything different? …show more content…
She shivered slightly and decided against building a fire. She’d been on her way as soon as the first glints of sun broke the horizon. She opened her sack and inspected its contents. Her thick woolen shawl was deep in the bottom. It was a necessary and weighty item to carry. It would be cold deep in the forest. She didn’t care much for being cold. All those years of tending the fire, when she was cruelly called the Witch of the Fires, had at the very least taught her the inner peace of being warm. Warm? Yes, that’s all she got out of those years of her life. Those tantalizing years amongst the people who were called her “family.” They – all of them – cold in their language and chilling with their endless evil stares. These thoughts haunted her at …show more content…
She searched and scanned the ground and trees constantly. There was no horizon now at all. The sun had sunk low behind the trees. Without fanfare she finally saw him. She knew immediately what he was. He was the ogre mage. How could she know this? She said softly into the darkness, “It doesn’t matter how I know. I just know.” She knew what he looked like from the descriptions of the villagers. He was alone, standing with his short bulky arms above his head. He was preening. “He’s proud,” she said to herself. This made her desire to conquer and own him greater than before. Ogres, his less intelligent mates, generally lived and travelled with their tribes. The ogre mage stood alone, as was his custom of separation from