Belle absently reached into the pocket that once held her cellphone only to be reminded when her fingers brushed against fabric instead that those men with the black eyes had taken it away first thing. She remembered the cold look on the taller one’s face when he told her ‘can’t have you calling for help’. There was another who visited often, a brunette who wore a simple white dress, she was much nicer but still frightened her a bit.?
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Slowly withdrawing the hand from her pocket she gently rested on her flat stomach? as she thought about getting the news about being pregnant around about the time her husband had gone with her friends to the underworld. She really hoped that he was helping them find Killian and would see to it everyone made it home again in one piece.?
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Those last two words echoed in her mind as she doubted the same could be said for her. She’d told anyone who would listen that whatever they thought could be gained from keeping her here didn’t amount to much with Rumple being where he’d gone. Was he okay? Had he made it back to Storybrooke yet? Or had he gotten trapped in the underworld?
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She looked around the sparsely furnished room with no windows, quietly wondering how long before they lost patience with waiting and slit her throat the way they had the girl who’d tried to help her. If only she’d not gotten distracted by the room with the wooden coffin whose contents were surprising in that the man inside was alive only he seemed...catatonic. Nothing she said or did could get a response.?
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She wished she’d paid more attention to the items in there with him as she suspected they were important somehow. But she did remember hearing a name...Dean Winchester and then there was a lot of commotion as for some reason they were moving him as if they thought someone might be coming and they couldn’t risk him being found.
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(ooc: all my going through old posts that last couple days got me inspired to write a post for Belle especially after coming across the last Gold post.)
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Kat