Beast: A tigress unleashed on him.
She appeared a little Goldilocks trapped in the cave of bears. Vulnerable, scared , timid, feeling hope ebb out of her body. Her heart bleating like that of a lamb as the stones of the cave threatened to crash down on her if she didn't run away. Tired of being scared, of screaming , of being hysterical , a gloomy sadness had begun to set in and her subconscious mind had begun to whisper into her fair little ears that maybe the end was approaching. Maybe nobody will come to save her now . Maybe she will never see her family again. She oscillated between hope and despair and slowly approached conciliation with a definite end. Yet , her big sunburned hay brown eye kept looking out into the horizon through the glass – maybe, just maybe , an angel will come in and save her. Maybe, Goldilocks will live to see another day.
Fate , as they call it, the Beauty wished an angel and somewhere in a big castle on the edge of a cliff, the flame of feeling , worry and desperation flickered in the cold and cruel heart of a lonely beast who was being held in the court by the Queen. As soon as the flame flickered , the brandies melted into two poodles and he ran out of the castle , hunting for his Beauty. He had no idea why he got on the chariot himself in the thundering rain. He had no idea what was that invisible silk thread that pulled him towards the cave. He had no idea why his face had become seized with an unknown fear. For once , the Beast was scared. His Beauty! She was in a cave and he had to get her out of there. Even if to fight , even if to hate , even if to humiliate , he wanted to see her alive. Breathing. Always…..
As soon as the Beast entered the cave, he was no longer the cruel monster . He had transformed into a knight in shining armour and with angel eyes. He hunted for her around the cave , screaming out her name as though she was his Most Precious. The Beast , who had never cared about even the wind that touched him was looking for that fragile porcelain doll . All he knew was that he wanted to see her alive and breathing. That he wanted to save her from the cave that threatened to be a coffin for her…….
Beauty had asked for an angel and he had come. So, how couldn't he find her? He did. But alas! The Beauty was no damsel in distress waiting to be scooped up in his steely arms and sleep peacefully with her head on his chest. Scared she was , but by now the fear had been replaced by a saturated wait and all her terror had concentrated into utter hatred for the Beast.
The Beast had come looking for his Beauty but it was not Beauty but a tigress , as fierce and beastly as him was waiting in the cave for him. All fear and tears pushed aside, she pounced on him like a wounded tigress . Physically, emotionally , she ravaged him. Yes, she insulted him, she cut him open but how can you blame the Beauty ?
Behind all the harsh words and the violence , the Beauty was just trying to convey something very basic to the Beast – You maybe God , but am a human being too. I have a right to life and dignity and not all the gold in this world can take it away from me. Not you either.
Now, the Beast can try to shut her up , hate her , dominate her but he can never suppress the human being in the Beauty. He shouldn't. The human being inside the Beauty will help the Beast meet the human being inside him. Just like today. Isn't that what soulmates do? They help you find who you are.
Love and luck always,❤️
GOD bless everyone. 🤗
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