I opened my eyes to a large chamber, enormous luxury bed and silk bedding, the walls were painted soft green with golden detailing, ceiling a magnificence of golden roses embedded painting, the furniture were royal, dark brown teak and the place was scented in rose flavor, enchanting was the only word to describe the surrounding. 

I inhaled the pleasant scent, bewitched at the roses in the painting. On the spur of the moment, the roses moved an alive stem out of its cage, and a golden rose fell on top of my stomach, I panicked. 

I sat upright on the bed, I was still on my grey hoodie and black denim, I prayed that this was all a dream, but somewhere deep inside of my mind I knew this was real, my backpack was placed at the foot of the bed, I retrieved it and walked towards the door. 

The fear of unknown tinged in my senses, memories of the previous night enveloping in front of my eyes, instinctively, my hands reached the backpack to check for the rose, there it was, sleeping peacefully amidst my script and wallet, it was fresh in a never-dying demeanor and the fact scared me. 

I tapped at the door, slowly at first and increasing my strength over time, there was no response. So I shouted while tapping, "Is anybody there? I'm trapped in here." 

no one responded, I walked around the room, trying to find any clues of my whereabouts, but I was a waste of time. my stomach rumbled loudly, I groaned in frustration, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning if only my kidnapper left me a box of pizza with a shrimp salad on aside, I wouldn't have minded staying a prisoner but man! Did he forget the diet of a person? 

I knocked violently at the door, "open the door, I'm hungry! I need food people!" 

This time, I heard a bundle of voices speaking together, I kept my ears at the door and eavesdropped at the wavering conversation, desperate times!

I was surprised at how calm I am by the situation, I wondered why wasn't I shouting profanities at my kidnapper, who I haven't met yet or was unaware of, or this might be a dream which seems like reality after all. I heard the click of the door and stepped backward immediately. 

I peaked at first, the long passage was carpeted in dark green wool and I felt hypocritical to walk on it with my dirty sneakers, I removed the sneakers and took them in my hand, it would make a good weapon to throw at my kidnapper's face if needed. 

"Who's there? Come forward, you coward!" I yelled at the empty corridor, guarding my face with the sneakers.

A male was boasted, "who do you call a coward? I'm the strongest in the household." 

Another male voice has rejected his idea, "all right old man, let the beauty breathe."

They argued over power, making it easy for me to locate the direction of the voices. When I reached them, it was a small passageway to another chamber, a set of stairs separating the floor from right to left, amidst the path was a tall pendulum and a tall candle holder, arguing over a puny joke. 

I got frozen, a small gasp leaving my mouth and the sneakers fell to the floor, alerting them their intruder's presence. They have similarly frozen the instant their eyes met my shocked face, they looked like my castmates in disguise only this time they were real.  

I recovered from my frozen state, I was shocked not scared, So I spoke confidently, "I saw you, shall we stop pretending Cogsworth?" 

"How do you know my name?" he asked perplexed at me, quitting his little play at being discreet, curiosity really does kill the cat, doesn't it?

The candle holder dropped his act too and smacked the top of the pendulum hard, "ow, why did you do that?"

He sighed in response, bowed at me, and spoke in an attractive manner, "mademoiselle, bonjour!" 

Ah, the chivalry. If only my director was here I would have yelled at him to take notes of the way how it is done. 

The reality of the situation slowly drowned in my senses, this wasn't a dream, nor was this the play, this is real, I mean for real but how? This was all a fairytale, how was I a part of it?

What's happening?

"Take me to your master, now!" I ordered instantly.

If the castle was real, the elements of the story were real, then shouldn't the beast exist too, was a story I'm trapped inside, or was this only a dream, no it couldn't be, where was the Beast? where was Belle? 

"Master won't like the notion, Beauty. perhaps another time?" Cogsworth idled, feigning chivalry in the name of discreet.

"I know who or rather what your master is, if it's that you are worried about, take me to him now before I spill some very nasty bad words out of frustration," I cleared their fear, in my style that is.

They hesitated at first, so I decided to take my own route, from the things that I remember from the script I repeatedly acted in the theatre, the kitchen was downstairs with a massive dining table, a separate room next to it, and the Beast's lair on the West wing on the top of the tower, I took the stairs down first, straight at the kitchen, the staffs were chirpy and happy for an unknown reason but it wasn't any of my business so I snatched a pastry from the plate placed on the counter, "Is this chicken?" I asked while stuffing it inside my mouth, it indeed was chicken, and delicious, it melted on my mouth in a luscious way and I sighed contently. 

"Yes, it's chicken," answered the talking teapot, bewildered by my calm state. 

They expected me to be shocked, surprised but the tables were turned and they were bewildered by my 'own the castle' walk and talk behavior.

When I was done with my breakfast, grabbed two more of the chicken pastry, piled it on a plate neatly, with a glass of water, and left the kitchen with a quick, "thank your Mrs. Potts!"

I climbed the stairs to the west wing, I wondered if the glass can talk? I tapped it with a "hello," it remained still so I encouraged, "it's okay, you can talk to me, I don't mind."

I heard a peal of guttural laughter within the tower and came the voice of the Beast, a little scary if I must say, "glasses don't talk Bella."

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