Cinderella Syndrome (Parody)

Be warned because this contains scenes that would make you see the tale of Cinderella in a different perspective. Gone is the lovely and charming Cinderella. Only what is left will find out as you read along her fairy tale turned in to something else.

In a far-far away, there was a lovely couple with a dashing child named Cinderella. She was blessed to have loving parents. Soon, life came crushing upon her when her father cheated. Her mother could not take, she took her own life. For her, her life was a living hell. She blamed her evil step mother for it. Her stepmother was selfish she wanted to keep the wealth for her and her daughters.

Her stepmother put poison on her father's drink. She knew he would be the only one permitted to drink from that golden cup, it was a gift of her mother from their wedding. Her father desperately pounded his chest, as he struggled to catch some air. His lips turned blue, and his eyes were bloodshot red. His breathing ragged and there was none. Her evil stepmother and stepsister grinned. She tried to call someone for help. But her evil step mother was evil. And she locked Cinderella in the maid's chamber.  All she had was her mice friends, Gasgas and Jaq, and many more of their colony.   They kept her sad nights tolerable. And so one day they helped her plot an escape through jumping by the window. She felt fear. Because she felt like it was impossible to jump 3 storey high. Her mice friends climbed on to her shoulder and held on to her hair. She gave them all a worried look. They kissed her neck before they climbed down. They would not be joining her to this escape, not when they are happy with this house. Besides, she cannot take all of them with her.

 "It's okay, Cinderella. You have to be more than just your fears. Or else your stepmother and stepsisters would keep doing this to you. Do you want to end up just like everybody else?" And she kept her eyes closed and jumped out of the railings. She felt the sting on her knees, and when she checked upon them, they were heavily bleeding. She gathered all her strength and run as fast as she could. She never looked back. She runs out of the gate and into the forest. She runs for hours and hours until she could no longer do so. As she was sure that they could no longer find her. She rested under a palm tree. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

Hooves were starting to sound louder and louder. Cinderella flattered her eyes open and saw a man riding a horse. "My prince," she thought. A handsome man was showing her a dashing smile. His hair was neat to a faded hairstyle. She graciously got on her feet. She dusted away the leaves on her dirty blue dress. She recalled the effort it took to make that dress. It was her mother's dress.

"Your Grace," His voice was soothing. His right hand pulled hers and gave it a soft kiss. Her heart fluttered. She remembers her dark days filled with thoughts of her knight in shinning armor to save her from her distress. "You look exhausted. Please, let me help you. I am Prince Henry from Reivintion Kingdom. I came here to hunt. And I find you in her deep and beautiful slumber." He offered her his hands and help climb on to his horse. Cinderella was certain that he is trustworthy. He has come to save her.

"I won't be back to Reivintion until fall. Let me take you to the water. We would ship off to Paraidios." she eyed him with contemplation. She thought she heard of that place somewhere. She could not just have the might to remember it. She found comfort with his presences. They have traveled by land by days until they arrived at a pier. It was nothing like she had expected from a Prince.  The pier looked filthy and old. There were no maids lined up for his arrival. Instead, there were mostly sweat men walking with beautiful women. She smiled at one of the little girls, and she was answered by a sweet giggle.

"You seem disappointed. But we should not soil these grudges to grow as swine which would eventually strangle us, old you, right? My father would not allow me to wander. Don't be scared. These are nice people. He would not ever find me being shipped off with crops." his eyes mirrored gloom and longing. Cinderella was touched because she feels the same, every single day, ever since her mother died. May be Henry and Cinderella were meant to find each other to get a chance to happiness. "But being far from her is not easy. I just miss my family. But I have to do small sacrifices for them."

They tied his horse by a tree were a toothless man smiled at them. Henry and him exchanged looks before he eyed from head to toe. "Nice meat, you got there." Cinderella pretended ignorance, and so did Henry. He took her hands and they walk towards the ship. The ladder felt more and more unstable as the ocean waves got stronger.

"Henry , you never disappoint,  huh?" A bald guy approached from the entrance. He had three crates on his hands. He laid it flat on the flat, dug in his Khaki cargo pants. He handed Henri a red rusty key. Henri took it wordlessly and they resumed walking. Her eyes adjusted in the dark as they entered the rooms inside the boat. She already misses the sun. She has a feeling she would not be seeing it for days. One of her weird thoughts, again.

Her thoughts were disheleved by the loud bell from the outside of the ship. She grimaced upon the pain in her wrist. Henry was gripping her forcibly. She was surprised to see how he did not care and continue gripping her. He began pulling her until they reach a red door. "Just obey and you wouldn't get hurt." she felt her spine shivered in fear. Henry's face shifted from gentle to what seemed like wickedly evil. Cinderella tried to console herself. She could just be misinterpreting him. He is a handsome price who would do her no harm. She smiled at him and she felt his grip loosen until she could no longer feel his touch. He unlocked the door with the red rusty key. She was welcomed by an old room. The bed was barely sleepable. It was a block of wood with two pillows both with scratches. He pushed her into the bed. And she felt her back ached with pain. She tried to stand but he pushed her harder. Her eyes filled with tears as he shut the door. He advanced towards her. And he began to undo his clothes. Cinderella moved closer and closer to the headrest and away from Henry. He let out a smirk. He seemed to be enjoying her pain. "Come closer, honey. And get what a dirty girl deserves."

"I am not dirty. Please, just let me go. I would not tell anyone." she cried in desperation, inside she was hopeless. There was no escape she could jump off to the ocean. And she would die from the icy cold water.

"No? You don't think so? Honey, you came with a guy you have just met. What would that tell about you?"

"I told you, Henry. I  had to escape. I felt like you were going to make me feel safe from the claws of my stepmother." he kept advancing and he fell on her top. She struggled to keep his body away from hers. But he continues to grind on top her. She could feel his intimate areas rub into hers. She was filled with shame and regret. This was nothing like she expected.  Her mother told a different story one with a happily ever after.  He pulled her hair and her lips parted in pain. He forced his tongue into her mouth. He felt him cup her breast before he ripped her dress. Her breasts were exposed and he continues to violate her. She felt numb even as he entranced himself to hers. Tears never stop falling from her eyes. But she stopped struggling.

He kept pursuing himself inside her, and he groaned louder and louder. And when he grew tired. He left her just like that exposed and undignified. She covered herself with a blanket. She looks up at the ceiling with weary before drifting off to sleep.

She was awakened by a slap on the face. For seconds, she forgot the situation she got herself into. Her eyes began filling with tears again as she remembered her situation. When she thought she could escape from her nightmares it took a toll for the worst.

"Get dressed!" he threw me a brown dress with a navy blue long sleeves. The same type of clothes worn by maids. She remembered her stepmother discussing how she wanted to get a maid, often complaining about how Cinderella was useless. She would never be of no use if she was mostly caged in a chamber room. She was not allowed to go near the door out to the garden. "Today you will be sold to the highest bidder. Serve them. Do well and you wouldn't get hurt, okay?" Somehow the news did not hurt as it should have. There was nothing worse than getting raped. Maybe she would be sold to a good family. Maybe someone would be there to save her. She no longer feels stronger to fight for herself. She can never do it.

They got off the ship with the rest of the women wearing the same clothes as her. She saw the little girl, again. This time the little girl looked scared. She was crying and scratching her arms. She seemed to be uncomfortable with the clothes. Cinderella wanted to cry for them both. But she was dread and drained. All she wants is to lay in bed and wake up from this never-ending nightmare. All the women were taken to the truck, only few men joined them. Henry left him with the bald guy. They sat in the floor of the truck. It was dark and enormous, there were no windows to the outside. All the light they were getting was from the back. The door remained open. A few minutes later, Henry returned he wore more formal clothes. He has a gun on his hands. Cinderella's and Henry's eyes met before the door closed. She could no longer see him. That is when the cry and women got louder. They desperately sought for help. But the men saw it coming, and so the ship ported to a secluded island. No one would hear them scream. 

The men began to be annoyed with the noise and so he pointed a gun to one of the girls. Cinderella drew herself closer to the little girl. She embraced her for comfort and protection. If Gasgas and Jaq were here. They would have help Cinderella find an escape for them all. 

Few hours was silent. No one made a single noise after that gun fiasco. Cinderella sighed upon hearing the truck stopped. They have arrived.

"All of you, fix yourself. Those who don't get sold would keep me company," the fat guy laughed and caress his intimate area. The women shuddered in fear. "All those who try to escape would be killed or be fed off to the criminals. So I suggest you all comply and get in line." The door of the truck opened and one of the girls hurriedly jumped and tried to run. Her attempt for escape shot when one of the men shot her straight in the head. She fell on her back, the blood splaying endlessly. "Who wants next."

The women lined up in queue. There were approximately 30 women, and 20 men were guarding them. All.of which would strength no match to 10 women. They went closer to a two storey- gray building. It was elegant and wide. Inside, it seemed like an arena.

"Hurry, get inside. All of them went inside a big cage. They seemed to be in the backstage hidden by a red curtain. The cage was shut and they were locked with no way out. The women never attempted to utter single words in fear of death. Cinderella pushed the little girl to prevent drawing some attention.

With less than an hour. The entire place was welcomed by loud and vibrant music. Cinderella could hear people walk in from the other side of the room. 

"Welcome, guest. We are proud to announce that 36 women are available in your convenience." The cage was unlocked and five women were pulled, including Cinderella. They lined up and Cinderella was the last one in line. Cinderella looked at the little girl in gloom. The little girl shook in fear, and tried to draw closer to her. But the guards were fast and immediately locked the door.

The curtain was halfway opened and they went up to the stage. 10 guards joined them. Cinderella squinted to the audience. She was surprised to see hundreds of people on their seats, all dressed elegantly. And then her eyes fell on the familiar face.

"Please, no! Get me out of here! Please. I cannot go back to her. Please!" Her evil stepmother's eye glimmered meaningfully.

"I go for 500, the blonde at the left." She laughed.

"500. Anyone going higher than that?" Her stepmother raised the glass shoes she left at home. It was a gift from her deceased mother. And she had always been blackmailed with that. It was her mother's most precious item, worn on her parents' wedding day. It was on her hands, next to the blade her mother used.

"1000, no one getting higher than that." An old woman said with a smug.

"2000." Her stepmother intruded.

"Going once, going twice. Sold!" The audience clapped. "Sold to 666." The guard led her down to the stage towards her stepmother. She screamed and screamed. She tried to escape, but two guards were holding him down.

"CODEF410 in room 306. I repeat CODEF410 in room 306." Madelaigne tried to draw herself closer to Cindy. Doctor Nora stopped her.

"Will discuss this later, Miss Walters. Step outside!" Madelaigne had tears in her eyes as Doctor Approach her. Then, the latter sat next to her. They could overlook Cindy resisting the nurses, begging them to let her go. One nurse had an injection on his hands, some tied her down, and she immediately lost consciousness upon impale.

"It's my fault. From the moment we met, she has always resented me. She thought I killed her mother. I met her father, 2 years after her mother died of Cancer. It was this thing for coping up with the death of a spouse. My husband, you see...died of Aneurysm. It was rather sudden. He left me off with Anastasia and Drizella. And they hated for dating Sean. We're okay, now. They come by to visit. They already have families of their own." Madelaigne smiled in sadness, then presumed. "Cindy would always tell lies about me. Find reasons for Sean and me to fight. Until that one night." Madelaigne pinched her fingertip. For months, she has always dodged the topic that night.  But she is tired of all these hidings. She wants Cindy to get better. She owes to her husband. Cindy was his beloved daughter.

"One night her father caught her bed with Henry. Sean had always been protective of her. He was scared because she's been slipping away from his care. He was so mad, that he locked her up for days. Then, one morning she became a changed person. The same little girl that he had. But it was just for show. He let her go around the house, then she was finally allowed to go outside. She sees Henry secretly, and I found out. I didn't tell Sean, but I did talk to her. I was expecting her furious. But she cried and begged to never tell Sean. She hugged him and apologized for being so mean." Madelaigne's voice cracked. She wiped her tears.

"The same night, she made milk. I thought it was weird. I was happy to finally have her affection. Sean came home tired from work. He saw me carrying that glass of milk.  He laughed and gather it to his hands. He then..." Madelaigne caress her small tummy.

"It was rather, quick. Cyanide poison. Cindy planned to kill me to elope with her boyfriend. My death was supposed to be the distraction. But Sean ended up drinking it. It felt like I killed him, too. He saved me and the baby. I didn't know she was capable of murder. She knew I was  carrying her sister." Tears escaped from her eyes.

"She failed to kill me, but she did succeed in killing my baby. She left that night enraged for killing her father. She blamed me and the baby for surviving. She went to Henry's that night. She stayed hidden until she killed Henry, too. I could not handle the stress. And so...I had a miscarriage."  

"She got paranoid and thought he was cheating on her. Same way of killing. Cyanide poison. And the rest here is history." she looked at Cindy sleeping in tears. "How's she?"

"This is not a typical case for Cinderella syndrome. She strongly believes that she's Cinderella. But in a more horrific way. She thought she was Cinderella imprisoned by her evil stepsister. She thought you killed her parents. That she had mice friends. And that she was raped and sold as a slave."

"Will she get any better?"

"We can't tell for sure. But she seemed to have no progress yet. But we will do the best we can. Do not blame yourself. She is ill, and it not your fault." They discussed a few more things before Madelaigne left. The clock was about to strike twelve. She has to go to a support group for coping up with the death of loved ones.

... And they all lived happily ever after. Or did they?