Open Sleeping Beauty AU l HAS MAJOR TRIGGERS.
——-“Worthless am I?! How about now?!” He shouted at no one in particular, his hips beginning to thrust into her, “I AM NOT WORTHLESS!” He thrust harder, and harder, tearing her open, and breaking her hymen brutally, his hand reaching to grasp at her hair as he thrust. All he cared about was this moment, and the pleasure he was getting from inflicting pain on this beauty that would indefinitely reject him if given the chance. He thrust, and thrust until his powerful orgasm, his seed spilling into her, and he collapsed onto the beauty his fingers releasing her hair as he rested for a moment, his breathing unsteady. He stood up after a long moment, and shoved his now flaccid member back into his trousers, allowing a twisted smile to form across his lips. “What about now princess?” he taunted down at the maiden, seeing the bruises, and blood he had caused between her legs, his eyes gazing down at her. He lifted her from the ground, and pulled her onto his horse. He kept her limp body close to him, and started off towards home. All he knew was that he was never going to let her leave now. He needed a woman, and his father had never said she couldn’t be unconscious under some form of spell. ——When he rode up to the palace, and slipped off the horse he pulled her down with him, letting her land with a thump onto the stone ground, and lifted her carelessly into his arms, “I don’t want to be disturbed for the rest of the night.” he insisted, and the servants stared at him in awe, but none dared to say a word as he made his way to his chambers, and laid her down onto his bed. He looked down at the maiden his eyes lingering on her. What to do with her now? He sat beside her on the bed, and merely stared at her. This went on for a month as he got every magician, and supposed cure-giver to see her, trying to awaken her, his father beat him nearly every night calling him a disappointment for finding the only girl in the land that couldn’t be awakened. She stayed in his chambers, and he raped her nearly every night after his own beating, blaming her for everything that happened. It wasn’t until a month, and a half had gone by that mysteriously, and quite on accident the young prince knocked the flax that had put her out in the first place from her fingertip, and as he stood over her one evening he noticed her eyes beginning to flutter….she was waking up.
Princess of Spring, once so lovely and beautiful and bright, now withered away in the darkness of winter. You see, she sleeps all through the colder seasons, hidden away in the depths of the woods, she's supposed to be guarded by the trees, to ensure no one takes her from her resting place but she supposes in retrospect, when in winter and the trees are all dead, she shouldn't expect them to protect her from men who would steal her away, just as she has been. Through the darkness there is nothing, she is completely numb to his actions, completely unaware of his sins and so blissfully peaceful that her body may be used over and over again, no one inside her mind would notice a single thing. At least, not until she's awoken, not until a sharp pain shoots into her core and there's a warm moisture in between her thighs, raw and used and bloodied. Persephone's eyes flutter open and she groans, rolling onto her stomach and curling her legs beneath her with a whine. She peeks up, glancing around at her surroundings, eyes settling on the boy and then down at her tattered clothing, her bruised form. She tries to move into a sitting position but it hurts far too much and the princess can only look to the stranger in confusion; she doesn't even know what sex is, what this strange hollow (and currently bleeding) hole is - isn't it supposed to be healed? Persephone opens her mouth to speak, fingers probing the painful area tentatively. "---Wh-Who are you..? Did you s-save me? Why does it--hurt?"











