I won’t be afraid,she told herself.I’ll find a way out, somehow.
Then, trying to steady her racing heart, she waited for her stepmother to return.
The sound of footsteps returned late at night, far later than Cinderella anticipated. She’d fallen asleep on her mattress, but the harsh thumps up the tower stairs jolted her awake.
By the time she lit her candle, her stepmother stood at the door, looking calm and composed.
“I see you’re awake. Good. You have a visitor.” Lady Tremaine turned. “Mr. Laverre!”
A thick-necked brute of a man with a cruel leer appeared at the threshold, and Cinderella gasped.
A bundle of rope dangled from Mr. Laverre’s hands, and his mouth bent into a pitiless smile. “This the girl?” he rasped.
“Yes. Will she do?”
Mr. Laverre looked her up and down. “She’ll fetch a fair price. More than fair.”
Setting his lamp on the ground, Mr. Laverre reached into his pocket and handed Lady Tremaine a heavy pouch of coins.
“No, please,” Cinderella pleaded with her stepmother. “Don’t do this!”
But Lady Tremaine ignored her and pocketed the coins. “I trust you’ll take her far away.”
“Oh, I’ve a place in mind. It’s so far Aurelais isn’t even on their maps.”
A small smile touched Lady Tremaine’s mouth. “She’s a wicked child. Find her a household that works her to the bone. Better yet, have her thrown into the mines. She deserves nothing better.” With a satisfied nod, she departed the room, leaving Cinderella alone with Mr. Laverre.
Cinderella cowered in a corner, her hands scrabbling behind her for something,anythingto fend off Mr. Laverre. Her fingers closed over her hairbrush, and she swung it wildly as he advanced toward her.
Mr. Laverre batted her brush aside, grabbing her arms. Cinderella struggled, lunging for the pile of glass debris on the floor, but she’d barely managed to grab one shard when he threw the rope around her, securing her arms to her sides and her wrists together.
“Let me go!” Cinderella screamed. “Let me—”
Mr. Laverre clamped her mouth with his hand. “Don’t worry, it won’t be forever. A girl like you will pay off her debts, eventually.”
Terror seized Cinderella, and her muscles tensed with fear.
“What’s that you’ve got in your hand?” Mr. Laverre tried to pry her hand open. “A chip of glass isn’t going to stop me, lass.”
Before he could take it from her, Cinderella threw her elbow into Mr. Laverre’s ribs. He staggered back, stepping into the glass slipper’s remains, and let out a cry. She started to flee, spiraling down and down the stairs. But the ropes around her arms unsteadied her balance, and she didn’t get very far before Mr. Laverre caught up, seized her by the waist, and hoisted her over his shoulder.
“A good effort, lass.” He pitched a pillowcase over her head. “But not good enough.”
Cinderella struggled, trying to use the glass in her hand as a weapon, but it was no use. The bindings restricted her movement, and her feet hit the walls instead of her captor when she tried kicking. Each thump of Mr. Laverre’s boots down the tower steps, then through the corridor and down into the main hall, thundered in her ears.
When the front doors swung open and the crisp chill of the wind bit at her cheeks through the pillowcase, she heard Bruno barking.
“Bruno!”
The bloodhound was already on his way. Scrambling toward Cinderella, he leapt to attack Mr. Laverre. But the man grabbed his driving whip from his carriage and swung it at Bruno, flinging him into a puddle. As Bruno whimpered, Mr. Laverre threw Cinderella into the carriage.
“Hiyah!” he shouted. His whip cracked against the backs of his horses, and as the wheels rattled to life, Cinderella rolled violently from side to side.
The shard of glass tumbled out of her hand, and she floundered to get it back. Her fingers grazed its edge, and she bit back the pain as it nicked her palm.
It was sharp. Maybe sharp enough to cut her free. With renewed determination, she gripped its blunt side and started picking at the ropes.
Not an easy task. Every time the carriage hit a bump, Cinderella nearly dropped the shard. Finally, when the thick twines loosened and she freed her hands, she threw the pillowcase off her head.
