Thread: Fucked Up Fairy Tales (danidoo88 and Mr Quixotic)

Any lingering anger she may have had with the large man left her when he agreed that she wasn't useless. She had been worried that she would have to play along with the whole helpless damsel thing until she could figure out her next course of action. She had learned from her time in the village that, once a man got it in his head that females were nothing but baby making servants meant only for fucking, rearing children and keeping house, it was pretty hard to break them of that notion. What he said made sense, she supposed. She might have been hesitant to come with them if they had used a different tactic. Although, her deciding factor had definitely been the mention of food so, maybe not. She would probably have come back to the cabin with them if they had just offered her stale bread and moldy cheese. Mentioning a magnificent feast was enough of an incentive that she was still salivating at the thought. It was actually kind of terrifying, if she thought too hard about it, exactly how much she would do for a decent meal at this point. Terrifying because she had let herself get to this level of desperation. How much worse would it have gotten if she hadn't found their cottage? At the mention of the shoes and the warm shirt, Goldie subconsciously hugged some of the excess fabric to herself, as if bringing it to their attention that she still had it would make them take it away from her. The shoes...well, they were a nice gesture but it really wouldn't make a difference either way if she lost them. The shirt could make a very big difference in the likelihood of her survival. Would they take the clothes from her if she decided not to come with them? Would they take them from her if she left later down the road? What about her other things that she had left at the cottage? Would they take those things, such that they were, away from her too? She didn't know if she had the strength to start over without anything . Her sudden fear rose several notches when he pulled out the hunting knife and her still stiff muscles tensed as she froze. She would never be able to outrun him! Why had he waited so long to kill her? Was this some sort of game? He needed her to trust him first, to consciously decide to take his help before...what? Teach her a lesson about trusting strang... She let out a shaky exhale when he flipped the blade over and held it out to her hilt first. Stars and sprites! She had thought it was over. Even as she reached out to take the weapon with trembling fingers, she began to rethink her decision to go with them. A few minutes ago, she had been okay with the idea that she was probably going to die regardless of her choice to follow them or not. Now... She leapt about a foot into the air when one of the sons came barging through the trees and clutched the blade to her chest. Yes, she could definitely take care of herself. The perfect reaction to an unknown threat barreling toward her was obviously to bring the pointy object closer to her like a bloody shield instead of a weapon. Brilliant. She was going to die. How she wasn't dead already was a complete mystery to her. I... She attempted a protest when they started talking about the sleeping arrangements, the topless one having joined them while she was having her mini panic attack, but it was useless. The younger of the two sons was very enthusiastic about...well, everything as far as she could tell, and talking over him seemed like a lost cause. Plus they were talking about food again and the indecision about staying or going was actually physically painful. She was so hungry but she was afraid now and she wasn't sure food was worth being tortured and chopped into pieces. In the end, it was Rupert's offer to carry her that made her decision, though she was still a little hesitant. She eyed Paddington for a long moment, trying to assess if he really was a threat or if she had just overreacted. He had given her a means to defend herself and he had been smiling and friendly the whole time he had been talking to her. What he said about them just throwing her over their shoulders and dragging her back to the cabin to do Gods know what was certainly something to keep in mind. She had thought it several times herself since she had been caught in their home. She looked at the waiting naked back and then up at Rupert's hopeful face. Oh fine! She was being silly. Again. She offered him a smile and climbed on, carefully wrapping her arms around his neck so as not to choke him or stab him. Thank you. She said honestly in his ear. My name is actually Gilda Locks so Miss of the Golden Locks is close enough. She gave a small forced laugh after she was settled. Everyone calls me Goldilocks or Goldie. At Paddington's tease, she laughed for real and shook her head. Of course. Next time I will send smoke signals or bang some drums to communicate my meal. Perhaps I shall send a raven ahead with a coded letter like Winter is Coming or something to ensure that the meal is hot and a fire is going as well. She laughed again before sighing and resting her head between Rupert's shoulder blades. He smelled nice. And he was warm. And oddly...soft....and...her eyes drifted closed before they had even gone three paces.