Cinderella's Revenge or The True Ending. Part 2

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The Grand Duke looked over at the lifeless forms of Drizella and Anastasia before turning his attention back to Cinderella. “What…What of them?”

Cinderella frowned slightly at the old man. She drew in a deep breath, not wanting to explain. Now or ever again. “These people have kept me locked away ever since I was a little girl.” She gestured to what was left of her stepfamily. “And when I wasn’t locked up, I was their complete servant. I all the chores, day in and day out. I was abused by these people like a common mule.”

“And…and the worst of it?” She paused for a moment, the anger starting to overtake her. “They were about to make me miss my one chance of…My one chance of freedom. And why? Cause these fuckers knew I was better than them. They knew it! They kept my down from day one.” Cinderella glared at her stepmother. “At least they tried to keep me down. But, they couldn’t. No matter how many times I had to clean their dirty sheets. No matter how many times I had to wash their soiled undergarments. They couldn’t break my spirit.”

The Grand Duke considered what she had said. Straightening out his waist coat, he replied. “Very well.” Smiling under his bushy mustache, he held out his hand to Cinderella. “The Prince awaits your arrival.”

Cinderella returned his smile. She lightly grasped the Grand Duke’s hand. The Duke’s royal servant grabbed his velvet covered stool and followed them to the door.

“Lies!” A voice called out from behind them. “It’s all lies.”

Cinderella turned slowly around to face her Stepmother. “I’m sorry…”

Her Stepmother stood there red-faced, her hands balled up at her sides. “YOU ARE A LIAR!” she screamed, spit flying out of her mouth.

“A liar?” Cinderella replied. “I’m a lair?” She walked toward her Stepmother. “So, are these callous on my hand lying? What about these cracks on my fingers that bleed constantly? Or how about the bruises on my knees that won’t heal? Are my wounds lying to?” Cinderella stopped in front of her stepmother, their noses nearly touching.

“Why you ungrateful!” The Stepmother said lunging forward grabbing Cinderella by the throat. Just as she was about to break free of her grasp, Anastasia reached out and yanked Cinderella ankle, forcing her to the floor. Cinderella gasped for breath as her stepmother dug her nails into her throat.

As they were making their way back to the mouse hole with 2 big blocks of cheese, Jacques and Gus Gus, Cinderella’s mice friends, watched the commotion. “Holy shit!” Jacques squeaked. “Cinderellie’s in big trouble. We’ve got to help her!”

Gus Gus shook is head, disappointed. “I told you she couldn’t take them all by herself.”

Jacques slapped Gus Gus on the back of the head so hard he flew into the mousehole. “Shut the fuck up!” Jacques yelled. “Get the other mice together, you fat fuck! I’m gonna go help Cinderellie!”

Jacques scurried to Cinderella’s foot. “Cinderellie! Cinderellie!” Jacques called out.

“It’s about time you got here.” Cinderella croaked through her Stepmother’s grasp. Cinderella struggled every which way trying to break free. She managed to glance down at the mouse through the corner of her eye. “I could really use the help. Right now!” She choked out.


“Sorry, Cinderellie.” Jacques gestured to the mice running toward them. “Gus Gus said you had it all covered. It doesn’t matter. You’re in good hands now.” Jacques directed the mice around the scene. He motioned several of the mice over toward the stepmother’s ankles. He sent the Gus Gus and the rest of the mice to bite their way through Anastisia fingers. “Get that bitches hand off of Cinderellie, Gus Gus.” Jacques screamed at the mice.

"MMMM...no problem!" Gus Gus replied.

Jacques lead the other group of mice at the Stepmother’s ankles. They bit and chewed at the woman, drawing blood. She showed no signs of letting up on her grip on Cinderella’s throat. “They’ll have to pry my dead fingers out of your fucking throat!” The old woman screeched into Cinderella’s face. She dug her nails deeper into Cinderella's windpipe.

Cinderella watched as the Grand Duke and the royal servant jumped on her Stepmother, trying to release her death grip. She felt her conscious slipping. Got to do something, she thought to herself. Cinderella's hand let go of her stepmother. Her fingers brushed against the glass slipper. “Maybe…” She thought as she struggled to pull the slipper off her foot. With all her remaining strength, Cinderella rammed the heel of the glass slipper into the side of her Stepmother’s neck.

The Stepmother released Cinderella suddenly, stumbling backward. She reached up and yanked the glass slipper out of her neck. Blood spurted out from the hole. She glared at Cinderella as blood poured out of the gaping wound. Her Stepmother opened her mouth to speak, but only a gurgle escaped. With one last gasp, Cinderella's stepmother slumped to the floor, dead.

The mice around them cheer. Gus Gus jumped up and down chewing on one of Anastasia fingers. The Grand Duke stepped over the body to help Cinderella to her feet. “Are you ok?”

Cinderella rubbed her throat, the brusies swelling up. She reached down to pick up the glass slipper off the floor. Removing her apron, Cinderella thoughtfully wiped the blood off the slipper. “Yes. I’m ok.” She said to the Duke. She tossed the bloodied, dingy apron aside. She turned to her mice friends. “Can you guys take care of this?”

Jacques looked up from the Stepmother neck, his face covered with blood. “No problem, Cinderellie. We’ll make sure these bitches will never be seen again.” He squeaked.

Cinderella smiled patting him on the head. “Good! And don’t forget about that fucking cat.”

Jacques burped loudly. “Don’t worry. Gus Gus and I have a plan for that ol’ kitty.”

“Then I guess there’s nothing more for me here.” Cinderella said, turning to the Grand Duke. “Now, didn’t you say the Prince was waiting?”