Hansel And Gretel, The way I see it....

[Arlana_Silverwing]

Yeah, I started this because, honestly, I was confused. Why couldn't Gretel just open the door? Hmm? Was the witch really so blind that she could see that there were two children, and could throw them in various directions, even distinguish between the two, but not know a chicken bone when she saw one? Really?

So I wrote this. The chicken bone part will come later. I've actually researched this story, so that what I wrote could possibly have been diluted into the children's bed time story it is today.

I thought it made sense to have Hansel and Gretel so far apart (13 v. 8); it doesn't give an age in the story. I also thought it made more sense for the witch to be younger, so Gretel could adore her, and Hansel could see her as what she really was. I just added the part about him not being able to do anything about it, because I thought it would make the situation much, MUCH more hopeless and desperate.

It's SO STINKIN' HARD to write as Gretel. I'm trying to keep it incredibly simple (almost excrutiatingly simple for me) because she's an eight-year-old. She doesn't know half of the words I use on an every-day basis. Plus, it's just easier to write threats and nastiness, because I'm demented like that.

Thank you for the compliments!!!! *beams frequently used innocent smile*

Eesh....I haven't transposed the other stuff from my notebook to my computer. I need to do so.

[IndagoFeather]

Indeed you do! I definitely want to hear more of this because it sure sounds like you've put quite a bit of thought and effort into it. :3

[Arlana_Silverwing]

Here's a leetle bit more; I hope you like it!

The gingerbread smelled really, really good the whole time; I wanted it to be all baked, put on the wall, and done, so I could decorate it. Or eat it.

Rhionne smiled at me, she smiled a lot, and picked up my bowl so she could wash it. “Don’t worry, my little one, it’ll be out soon enough.” She laughed, a pretty, tinkling sound, like sleigh bells. I’d heard them one time; some people were driving through the forest in a sleigh. I remember listening to them; it was the prettiest sound I’d ever heard, except for Rhionne’s laugh.

“I know,” I said, “I just want it to be out now.”

She laughed again, and stroked my hair, saying, “Not long now. I’m going to give Hansel his lunch. You wait here and tell me when you think it’s done.”

“Is it done now?”

She just laughed and left the kitchen.

I pulled a chair over and sat in front of the oven, my eyes open really big, so I could watch the gingerbread finish up. It was slowly, way too slowly, turning a pretty golden-brown; when it was that color all over, it’d be done.

I put my chin in my hands and just waited.

I didn’t turn to look when the barn door creaked open. I didn’t want to look.

All I could see was Gretel right there, in front of the oven.

I wanted to scream, to shout at her to get away from there and run as fast as she could, but I couldn’t. Rhionne kept her a prisoner by silencing me.

She couldn’t see me, anyway. The angle was all wrong for anyone outside the barn to see in. Rhionne had to have hung the cages just so; just another way to sap hope in return for cooperation.

“Lunch time, my dears…”

“Great!” shrieked Dierdrick. I didn’t turn to look at her. I didn’t want to see what she’d prepared.

Rhionne must’ve known I was pulling a horribly pathetic cold shoulder; I could feel her smile sink through my skin like a bunch of needles. “Come now, Hansel. Cheer up, my love.”

I raised my eyes in a smoldering, hateful stare. She met it, coolly, incredibly composed, and held out a tray overloaded with food towards me. “Here you are, my sweet.”

The tray floated up on its own, sliding under a flap by the cage’s door and resting right beside my feet.

I ignored it, pretending to be more absorbed with the wooden floor boards than the witch waiting expectantly for me to tuck in.

“Hey,” protested Dierdrick, “How come he gets more than me?”

“Because he’s new here, my dear,” answered Rhionne, silky-smooth, “We must be polite to guests, now, mustn’t we?”

Dierdrick shot an angry glance in my direction before shoving his face into his tray, making disgusting eating noises. It was far more than enough to turn my stomach.

Rhionne turned from him back to me. “Come now, Hansel. It won’t kill you, I promise.”

I didn’t respond, merely sat and listened to the impatient sound of her tapping foot.

She put her hands on her hips and huffed at me. “I’m not leaving this barn until you at least take one bite. You need it; by the looks of you, you’re suffering from malnutrition. You’re liable to starve to death if I don’t do this.”

“Good,” I mouthed. She couldn’t tell; my face was buried in between my knees. Suicide sounded a whole lot better than murder.

“Come now, my dear. Just one? Please?”

My eyes shot around to meet hers. Please?

That did it.

“HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I (bleep) AM?!” was my soundless scream of fury. What was wrong with this woman, besides being a cannibalistic witch? Did she honestly expect me to make myself ready for death just because she said the (bleep) ‘magic word’?

She blanked for only a second, before her regular, maliciously hungry composure returned, followed by scathing, frightening anger. “I asked nicely, and you vulgarly refused. All I want is one bite, the rest will sort itself.” She smiled at me, that creepy, hungry smile, before continuing with, “Just one bite.”

A tiny smidgen of food loosened itself from the rest of the tray and made a beeline for my face. I dodged it, defiantly, though there wasn’t much room to dodge in my stupid cage. Rhionne just calmly wheeled it around, backing me into a corner and drawing it menacingly closer with the bone-chilling enchantment of her now completely green eyes.

I felt like an idiot, cowering from a tiny piece of food, but seeing it fly around, controlled by a (insert your choice of vulgarity here) who wanted to eat me was enough to terrify me beyond repair.

Rhionne was taking advantage of the limited space, and my fear of her. She sent it bulleting forward, splattering against my face like a snowball.

The tiniest, tiniest fragment wormed its way into my mouth.

Rhionne’s eyes went back to normal as she brushed her hands together, like cleaning up after a particularly hard task. “That’s all I wanted. Was that so hard?”

I didn’t answer; my eyes were starting to cloud over. The very outermost edge of my line of vision was going slightly green. I didn’t see her leave the barn; my eyes were too entranced by the overloaded tray of food before me.

I felt myself being drawn to it, like a moth to the flame, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t want to touch anything provided for me by that monster, but I couldn’t help myself.

I plunged my hands into the feast before me and started, inexplicably, stuffing my face.

[Invader Tenn]

Uh oh. Enchanted food! Watch out, Hansel!

[IndagoFeather]

Just when we were beginning to think Hansel's stubbornness provided a glimmer of hope... D;

Don't do ittttt, iss cursed foooood!

[Veryan]

For some reason me and my non-existent brain don't remember this part....

But it is verah good! Dierdrick makes me squirm, and I really, really want to smack Rhionne.

And all I can say is "Don't touch the food, you imbecile!"

[Arlana_Silverwing]

The reason you don't remember is because it's new.

[Arlana_Silverwing]

Hokay, it's been far too long since I've posted anything on this, but I'm working on it, I swear!! This project will not be abandoned; I like it too much. It's waaaaaaaaaay too much fun being dark and depressing! So here goes!! Just a smidgen more of what I've worked out!

The gingerbread was done!

I knew it was done, too, because I could smell it. And I remember my mom saying to me and Hansel before she died 'Remember, my little ones, you know the treat is finished when the smell fills the air!'

I hopped off of my chair and ran to find Rhionne.

She was coming out of the barn and walking on the grass to the house, until she saw me and gave me a hug.

"Well?" she said, "Is it done?"

"Yes yes yes!!" I was so excited; now I could put the candies on the wall!

"Well, come on then, my dear!" said Rhionne, laughing, "Let's get it out of the oven before it burns black as coal!"

We ran to the kitchen as fast as we could, and Rhionne opened up the huge oven door, so we could take the really big cookie out. It was heavy and really hot, but Rhionne and I put thick gloves on so we could touch it without getting hurt.

"Hummmmm," said Rhionne, "Doesn't it smell wonderful?"

I nodded; I was too excited to say anything!

She smiled at me and patted my hair, before saying, "Well, we'll have to wait a little bit so it can cool off...."

"Awwwwww!" I really, really wanted to decorate her house.

"But," she held up a finger like my step-mom used to, except without the mean face, "While we wait, we can decorate these!"

She pulled another tray out of the oven, except this one was way smaller than the other one, and it had two gingerbread men on it!

"Really?" She'd made a whole cookie, just for me! I'd never had a whole gingerbread man all to myself before!

"Here's one for you," she said, putting my gingerbread man on a little plate for me, "And one for me...."

"What about Hansel?" I asked. Shouldn't he have a cookie, too?

She smiled. "Oh, why, of course!" Then she laughed. "He can have one later, don't you think?"

I nodded as I looked at my gingerbread man, and thought about what I should put on it. Rhionne had long, stringy black stuff that smelled really sweet, and round candies of all sorts of colors, and white frosting to make it all stick together.

I took some of the long black stuff, Rhionne called it 'licorice', and put it on the gingerbread man's head, and then I took two green candies and put them on for eyes.

"Look!" I said, "It's you!" I held up my cookie for Rhionne to see what I made.

She smiled at me, and then laughed and said, "Gretel! Are you going to eat me up?"

"Yes!" I said back, and I took a huge bite out of the gingerbread cookie.

"Oh, no!!" Rhionne put her hands over her head and smiled at me, "I'm being eaten!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!"

We laughed together for a long time; Rhionne was so much fun! We finished decorating our cookies while we laughed, and then she showed me what she made.

"Look, my love," she said, "It's a gingerbread Gretel!"

Rhionne's cookie had yellow frosting hair and chocolate-drop eyes, and it had a dress made out of frosting, even the necklace my mom had given Hansel to give to me!

I looked at my cookie. It didn't look as fancy or as pretty as Rhionne's. It looked really messy, with messy black licorice hair and green candy eyes that had fallen off and a leg that was missing.

I looked down and said "I'm sorry," and waited for her to hit me, like my step-mom would have.

"Sorry for what, my darling?" Rhionne was licking her fingers off before dipping her finger in the frosting bowl again so she could lick more.

"My cookie." I was still waiting for her to slap me and call me things like 'no-good' and 'worthless'.

Rhionne sucked on an extra candy and asked, "What about it?"

"Doesn't it look bad?" I felt like I was going to cry.

"No, no, no, my child! It's a beautiful cookie!" She smiled, a big, big smile, and put an arm around my shoulders. "It's the best cookie ever made!"

I wiped my eyes so she wouldn't see my tears. I got hit if I was seen crying at my old house. "Really?"

She turned from me and looked at my cookie. "Really! It's simply precious!"

Then, she dipped her finger in the icing, and smeared some on my nose. "Just like you, my sweet...."

She smiled at me, and I smiled back, before I spread frosting all over her arm.

I couldn't stop myself.

All I wanted to do was eat the food she'd put before me. It was like I was possessed. My new outlook on life was to devour everything before me.

"Eat, my child....." whispered a voice inside my head, "You know how hungry you are!"

I was hungry. I'd always been hungry. But up until now, I'd managed to do without so Gretel would, at least, have something.

But not now. Now it was time for me to gorge myself.

I was drawn to the tray like a moth to the flame, which was frighteningly correct, as the flame kills the moth, and this was going to kill me.

My vision was covered in a green haze, tinting everything I saw and making the over-loaded plate look like paradise.

"Eat it, dear thing...." prodded the voice, "Eat it all up!"

I was practically buried in the tray, my cheeks stuffed with food, most of it I wasn't bothering to chew. I felt my stomach swell like a water sack as it was filled; it felt comforting and warm and wonderful, but I wasn't done yet. The voice told me I wasn't.

The warm feeling in my core soon became a pain as my stomach was stretched to its limits, straining to hold the amounts of food I was shoveling down my system. It was way too much, but there was so much more left.

"Go on, my darling boy," whispered the voice, "Eat!"

I knew full well that I was signing my own death warrant; every bite I took brought me closer to the fate Rhionne had laid out for me, but I couldn't stop. The green sheet over my eyes and the voice in my head didn't allow me to stop.

My body was practically screaming, "Enough! Stop it!", but I wasn't able to.

"Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat...." It was an endless drone, but it was one I couldn't ignore.

I wasn't even half-way into the tray.

An agonizing pain ripped through my body as my stomach reached its absolute maximum capacity. I felt a small sense of relief surge through me, hoping whatever was pulling my puppet strings and forcing me to stuff myself fat would surrender.

I was wrong.

"Go on, child, eat, eat, eat!" commanded the voice.

"Eat!" screamed the green cover over my eyes, "Eat!"

'No,' moved my lips, 'No....'

I tried to stop, to reel away from the enchantment that was making me grow fatally to the size that ........... wanted me to be. It wouldn't let me.

My mom always said I was a resourceful boy; I always knew just what to do to get the situation settled. Right now, the situation was screeching for action, and fast.

I did the only thing I could. I sank my enchantment-controlled teeth into my own arm.

The saline sweetness of blood filled my mouth, the sharp pain from the bite sucking away any hints of green around my vision like poison is drawn from a wound. I held it for as long as I could bear, before withdrawing my teeth with a sharp wince, wiping away the blood that burbled out of my face and arm.

My stomach felt about ready to burst; a painful bulge reminded me of what had just happened, that and the still enormous tray waiting for me to plunge back in again.

Rhionne'd enchanted the food. She had to have, because I wasn't that stupid. I knew I wasn't that foolish, to just stuff myself full to exploding after the witch's threats had been laid out.

The gory, crescent-shaped wound on my arm reminded me that I had been that incredibly dense. Or that she'd addled my brains with the promise of food.

I would have fallen for it yesterday, back when she was a saving light in my darkened world, before she'd revealed herself as the monster she was. But not now. Not today.

To further my victory, I spilled the tray over, its blood-soaked contents splattering on the floor below.

"Hey," barked Dierdrick, "What'd you do that for? What are you, daft or something?"

I refused to look at him, merely tore a shred from the leg of my filthy pants to bind my bite-wound tight, to suppress the ebbing flow of scarlet.

"That's perfectly good food!" He lunged for it, trying desperately to reach what was a good ten feet below him.

His arm couldn't fit through the bars. It was too well-padded with fat.

The child in me wanted to laugh, but this was not the time to laugh. Laughter had been extinguished some time ago.

I curled up into a cowardly ball and tried to forget; however, the swollen lump of my belly wouldn't let me.

[Veryan]

Awesome, Wingsy!

You have such a great command of Gretel's voice! It's very believable!

And Hansel's bit was downright chilling. You did an excellent job of building the action to a crescendo and then had an amazing climax! The story is so dark, but me thinks it’s wonderful!

[Arlana_Silverwing]

Well, thanks!!! I had fun!

The main problem is to find things for Gretel to do, at least, right now. Once it gets further along I know full well what I want her to do and how I want her to say it. But right now, while the story's developing, I'm just using her for filler scenes.

Plus, it seriously is just more fun to write as Hansel. He's right up top as one of my favorite characters to write as!

How am I doing with Rhionne, huh?

[Invader Tenn]

Magnificent! I absolutely love it!

[Veryan]

Indeed it is verah awesome!

And I love what you did with Rhionne, too! She's so motherly and protective, and yet there's this underlying sense of dread, because of what she does to Hansel. You do a great job of keeping the reader on pins and needles when Rhionne and Gretel are together! ^^

[Arlana_Silverwing]

Here we go! Yay death!

“Look at this mess!”

I closed my eyes, waiting for her to hit me.

Rhionne was laughing, not shouting, though. I was kind of confused. Rhionne laid a hand on my arm and just laughed.

“What a sugar war, huh, sweet? Wasn’t that fun?”

I was still waiting for her to hit me, but I nodded my head anyway.

Rhionne shook the sugar from her hair popped a candy into her mouth. “What’s the matter, love? Didn’t you have fun?”

“Yes,” I said, “But I made a mess!”

Rhionne smiled, licked her fingers, and said, “So? It was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Aren’t you going to hit me?”

Rhionne froze and looked at me. She put her head down close to mine and asked, “Now, why would I do such a thing as that?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Because I made a mess. That’s what my step-mom would’ve done. She would have hit me until I cleaned it all up.”

Rhionne’s eyes got really big. “Your step-mom hit you?”

I nodded.

Rhionne looked very sad. She put an arm around me and pulled me in for a hug. “Are you all right?” she asked.

“I’m good,” I said, “They don’t hurt anymore.”

“What doesn’t hurt?” Rhionne sounded like she was going to cry.

I hadn’t shown anyone but Hansel the big, blue bruises on my back and shoulders, or the nasty cut on my stomach, but I showed her. I guess because she was so nice. And she never hit me, even when I thought she would.

Rhionne just looked at them, her eyes real big and her face kind of serious. “Gretel? Are you sure you’re all right?”
I nodded. I could have smiled, to show her I really was okay, but I didn’t feel like it.

“Gretel, my child, those are not small bruises. And this cut, I think it’s not healing properly, sweet.” She touched the cut on my stomach, and then she touched my stomach-bones. They stuck out really far. It wasn’t very pretty. “And there’s a whole....” Rhionne flapped her hands as she thought of the right word, “Skeletal look about you.”

“What’s that mean?” I asked.

“When something looks skeletal, it means it just looks like skin and bones.”

I knew what those were. I remember one nice lady coming over to find her way out of the woods. She and her husband had gotten lost. My dad was too busy with his bottle, and my step-mom was doing something else, so Hansel took me to help them get out of the forest. The man had grabbed Hansel’s hand and had shaken it, like grown-ups do, when the lady said he was a wonderful boy, gave him a hug, and then shouted, “Why, you’re nothing but skin and bones! Don’t your parents feed you?”

I had said ‘no’, because I remember my Mom telling me to always tell the truth. The lady said she was going to march right back to our parents’ house and fix us dinner, before Hansel told them not to.

“Don’t,” he’d said, “You’ll hurt us more than help.”

I don’t know what he meant by that, but I guess the lady and her husband did, because she touched his cheek, and then she patted my head and said we were both ‘little darlings’ before walking away with her husband and crying a little.

So I guessed skin and bones meant really, really skinny.

“That means really, really skinny, right?”

Rhionne nodded, bit her lip, and said, “You need some proper care, my darling. Both you and your brother do.” She sighed, shook her head, and then gave a tiny little smile. “But you know what we have to do now?”

I shook my head “What do we have to do now?”

Rhionne wiped her face off, leaving a huge white smear of frosting on her arm. “Well, I think the soldiers of the sugar war both need a bath, don’t you?”

I was really, really dirty; after we’d made the cookies, we’d thrown the rest of the frosting and candy at each other. It was a lot of fun, and we were both coated in sugar!!

I nodded, sucking the icing off of my fingers. Rhionne laughed, wiped her hands on her apron, and ruffled my hair. “Here, you stack up all these dirty bowls while I go get the bath started, all right, my dear? Then, when I’m done, I’ll come back and wash the dishes while you wash yourself! All right?”

I smiled. “Sure!” I scrambled off of my chair and started picking up the dishes to put them in the sink-basin.

Rhionne gave me a long, sad look, before going to heat some water for my bath.

“Hey, Herman, are you all right?”

My mind wanted to scream, ‘NO YOU (bleep) FOOL!’, but Rhionne still had me silenced. Plus, right now I was in too much pain to even want to pay attention to that fat (excuse me) in the cage beside me.

I did hear the barn door open, heard Rhionne’s dreaded footsteps as she came to reap the rewards of her labor.

“Ah, Dierdrick!” she called out, her voice so sickeningly melodious, “You ate it all up, I hope?”

I heard him agree, heard him present his tray (licked disgustingly clean), and heard him beg for more. I hunched my head down farther between my knees, curled up like a dead bug. I didn’t want to see anyone, didn’t want to be reminded of how stupid I’d just been.

“How about you, Hansel? Did you enjoy your lunch?”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t even twitch.

“Where’s your tray, Hansel, dear?”

“Down there,” pointed Dierdrick. “He made an ass of himself and spilled it over.”

I felt Rhionne’s gaze change from eager to menacing. “He did, did he?”

“Yes!” squealed Dierdrick. “Since he doesn’t want it, can I have what he knocked over?”

Rhionne looked at the spill below my cage, saturated with my blood. “I don’t think you want it, my precious one.”

Dierdrick pouted. I, on the other hand, tried to make myself as small as possible.

“Hansel?” called Rhionne, “Why don’t you explain yourself?”

I was jerked from my cowering position, contorted like a marionette puppet as my strings were yanked, painfully, into a spread-eagle position. I turned my head away, but the invisible strings made me look directly at my murderer.

Her eyes were completely, eerily green, just like Dierdrick’s, just as I’m sure mine were when I let myself fall under her stupid enchantment. Her face was not benevolently understanding, as it had been a moment ago, but maliciously angry.

“Did you not like it, is that all?” inquired the witch, releasing the chain that held my prison suspended. The cage gradually got lower, bringing me closer to the sorceress with the glowing emerald eyes.

I mustered what courage I had left, and, when her face was close enough, spat right in her eye.

My spit was mixed with both blood and bile, a concoction of my latest encounter with death. I made myself look as hateful as possible, forced myself to act defiant, and not terrified like a truly was.

She calmly, calmly wiped the spittle from her face as if nothing had ever happened. Instead, she crouched down to my cage door and opened it, reaching in to touch the bandaged part of my arm.

“Oh, dear me, what happened here?”

I wanted to throw myself at her, to throttle her till she was no longer breathing, and then to grab Gretel and run like hell, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even blink. Rhionne’s magic was that powerful.

She gently undid my makeshift bandage, as lovingly as if she were my mother. I hated her for it. My mother was dead, and now this ***** was acting like the job had fallen on her shoulders. As if my mother would plot to fatten me up and eat me! I loathed her, despised her. Red, hot anger boiled within me; my mother had died, and this woman had lived. I was going, I solemnly vowed, to kill her myself.

If she didn’t kill me first.

Rhionne winced, drawing in a sharp breath. “Why, Hansel! That looks simply awful!”

Dierdrick crossed his arms. “What’s so special about him, all of a sudden?”

Rhionne reached in with both hands, tenderly probing my bloody, gory bite-wound. “This has got to be treated right away, for, in your…” here she eyed me up and down, “Current state of health this would do nothing but get infected!”

“So?” whined Dierdrick, “I’m hungry, Rhionne!”

She reached a hand towards my cheek. I tried, literally strained every nerve in my body to turn away, to reject her touch. The only thing I could move was my eyes. And, at the present moment, I think they spoke enough for both of us to understand.

Rhionne smiled and pinched my cheek. “Such hatred. It really isn’t becoming in a boy like you, Hansel, my love. Especially one with such a heart for servitude and such…” here she touched me again, “Delicious qualities.”

“What’s delicious?” complained Dierdrick.

“Your skin,” explained Rhionne, “Is tender, my dear one. Tender and soft, perfect for…” She let that last sentence hang. There were a pair of ears in this room too stupid to understand what she was hinting at, but I thought it was also so she wouldn’t lose such a prize as Dierdrick. What if he threw all his bulk against the cage and it broke loose and he were to waddle away?

It was an amusing thought, a ridiculous one at that, but amusing thoughts could hold no ground. This was a territory of fear and rebellion, but most of all, rage.

Rhionne pressed her hand against my wound, drawing a flash of pain into my eyes alone. She relished it, I could tell, before shaking her head in disbelief.

“Either you got yourself out of it, (it, I presume, meant the enchantment) or it worked too well. Now, which is it, eh, Hansel my boy?”

I didn’t have enough spit to attack again, but if I had, you’d better believe I would have.

Rhionne sighed, shrugged her shoulders, and let her eyes release a bit more light.

My wound sealed over, as my broken nose had, and my black eye. She was healing me. Again.

I tried to shake my head, tried to scream ‘LEAVE ME ALONE!’, but I couldn’t. I was completely trapped. All I could do was sit there helplessly while she worked to ready her next victim for the slaughter.

“There,” she declared, “That’s much better!”

There was no indication that I’d ever broken her spell, no reminder of hope.

Dierdrick was still pining. “I’m hurt, too, Rhionne! See?”

Rhionne laughed, placed a delicate hand on my stomach and patted it, twice, before shutting the cage door and releasing me.

I threw myself at her, blocked again by the cage, but my fury was clear enough for the world. “If you ever touch me again…”

“You’ll what?” continued Rhionne, “Attack? Oh, please, Hansel, you’re darling enough as it is. Please don’t make me laugh. My sides hurt from laughing with Gretel.”

My sister’s name made me flinch. Gretel was still with her. Gretel didn’t know what had become of me. Gretel didn’t know the danger she was in.

“I’m still here!” groaned Dierdrick. I glared at him, just for having something other to look at than Rhionne’s slowly fading eyes.

“Indeed you are, my love,” replied Rhionne, “Here and perfectly ready!”

Dierdrick sneered at me. “You hear that? I’m perfect and you’re not!”

I almost wanted Rhionne to kill him.

Rhionne lowered his cage, using her magic to raise mine. She unlocked the door and took his hand.

He barely fit through the door. In fact, he didn’t. She had to alter the door with her magic before she could roll his blubbery body out. He looked even fatter outside the cage.

“Now then,” announced Rhionne. She sounded a bit winded. The magic was taking its toll. “Let’s see how much you’ve grown!”

She took out a measuring tape, the kind tailors use, while Dierdrick puffed himself up to his full height. I think his stomach was taller than he was.

Rhionne wasn’t interested in how tall he was. She wanted to know how round.

She threaded the tape around his enormous stomach, the sickest, most revolting grin crossing her face as she realized the tape was too small to encompass Dierdrick. It didn’t even reach half-way round.

“Perfect!” she smiled, “Just perfect!”

Dierdrick was beaming, before shooting a childish snigger in my direction.

I couldn’t return the glare. I could only stare, horrified, as Rhionne started to lead him off.

“This way, please, my dear, oh, you’re so wonderful!”

She led him through the back-door to the kitchen, his eyes still stupidly green.

I saw her pull off his ill-fitting shirt. I saw her gleefully rub his belly and adore how it jiggled. I saw her convince him to lie down on a massive tray. Then, I saw her butcher.

Using the kind of twine royal cooks use when they bind a suckling pig, Rhionne lashed Dierdrick to the tray, binding his arms completely to his sides. I saw him look confused. I suppose he asked her why.

I saw her pinch his cheek and squeeze his fat stomach. I saw her stroke his bulging belly and promise that it’d all be over soon. Then, I saw her open her massive oven.

I saw Dierdrick try to free himself. I heard him try to scream.

Rhionne silenced him with her hand, using a bit of cloth to gag him. Dierdrick started to writhe; all he accomplished was to show how well she’d done her job. Dierdrick had been fattened up too thoroughly to hope for escape now.

I saw her shove the tray, carrying its live, wriggling, swollen cargo into the oven. I saw her slam the door shut.

I saw him die. I saw the smoke rise from the chimney as she brushed off her hands.

Then I saw her point right at me, through the window, into my soul, and say, “You’re next, my precious little angel…”

((Woops! I forgot to add in that bit with the finger! Oh, well, I'll do it later...))

[Invader Tenn]

:O was reading this out loud to my roommates and realized I hadn't read this post before. Oh. My. Goodness. Darkdarkdark. Remarkable!

[Arlana_Silverwing]

Well, thanks. I edited it on another site, I forgot to do that here. It incorporates the finger, so the story with its nonsense can now make sense.