This is a twisted take on the Cinderella story. I hope that you enjoy :)
Revenge of the Cinder Slut
The Cinder Slut. That is what THEY - the evil ones - had taken to calling her. She despised them with their haughty attitudes, fancy clothes and their blond hair. She looked into the mirror at herself. Her once beautiful brown hair had been cut short - by force. Oh how those two ssiters of hers loved to torture her, making her feel as ugly on the outside as they were on the inside.
"What the hell is this?!?" She heard the last of the evil ones scream. The Cinder Slut smirked to herself as she turned away from the mirror and entered the room that her sister occupied. Already, having done away with her mother and one of her sisters, she now looked forward to exacting her pound of flesh from this mewling wretch.
Humming a gay tune, the Cinder Slut entered into the room.
"I command you to untie me at once!" The Cinder Slut giggled to herself at the sight of her sister tied to the bed. She struggled to free herself from her confines. It was of no avail and the girl was becoming more and more amused by her sisters struggling.
"I am afraid dear sister, that the more you struggle the tighter the ropes will become." She said smiling wickedly as she saw a trail of blood trickle it's way down her sister's slender wrist.
"You will pay for this! Mother!" The girl on the bed called out loudly.
"I am afraid that Mother," The girl said the word icily as she stared at her sister who was becoming more and more alarmed. "cannot do anything to help you in her current state."
"I saved you for last my dear sweet sister. Mother and Celine were but appetizers. You my dear are the main course and I intent to savour every moment."
As she advanced towards her, the girl on the bed began to scream.
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Later after the foul deed had been done. The Cinder Slut stood again before the mirror looking at the rags she wore, now soaked with blood. She eyed the dress that lay on the divan on the other side of the room. Celine would have worn that dress to the ball tonight.
"I'll need a bath." The Cinder Slut thought to herself. "It wouldn't do to get blood all over so fine a dress."
As The Cinder Slut lay back in the warm soapy water. As the bath water gradual turned a pinkish hue she smiled to herself.
Thank you. This idea is being worked on and may or may not end up as an animated piece in the style of Edward Gorey as an anthology of dark takes on fairy takes.
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
