Purity

Cinderella. What a dreadful name. My given name, Ella, abused by my sisters, unwittingly knowing I would be married to Charming.

As the princess I have the blessed right to change the mistreatment of poor souls, like mine.

At first it was a beautiful revenge plot, but it soon blossomed into a cleansing.

To let my dear heart rest at ease, i needed to be rid of my dreaded step sisters and mother.

The prince suggested I banish them from the kingdom. I agreed, it would be easier.

Once they had left our kingdom, I went on a little... excursion. I found them in a tiny abandoned cot just outside our borders.

They had assumed I was pardoning them back into our kingdom.

Oh my, I can not describe the lovely look on their face when I plunged my hand crafted pink dagger (newly sharpened) into mother dearest.

She was so surprised! Oh my how she was surprised!

My sisters screamed in excitement, but it may have been fear.

It was all so celebratory. So, I celebrated.

There was a small kitchen. I knew all my life how to cook, and cook well.

I took some of their, entrails (what a yucky word!) and, why, I made dinner for the prince and I that night!

It was all quite decorous in taste, the prince unknowingly requested more, and how could I not provide for my Prince Charming!

My smart little brain (teehee!) decided on a source for supper.

The villagers, the ones that were like my Step family. Cruel to their children. Cold and unforgiving to me.

I decided to invite one by one the quite ill mannered villagers into my castle.

The look on their faces showed all. They were entranced by my palace.

I would sit them down for luncheon, and serve them a beautifully crafted meal made from the leftovers of whomever came before them.

The last thing they would taste before the fine wine hit their tongue, laced with a subtle but strong poison. Unfortunately it worked slow, and I wasn't about to waist my precious time! A meal had to be made!

So I took them into my special room, all white. How I love the color white! It's so pure; as they would soon be pure too.

I liked to use my handcrafted dagger, but other times I got a little fancy! A machete, oh my, how I loved seeing them squirm about when there legs were cut in exquisite ways.

Their screams were a beautiful type of music.

I whistled along to their music.

I cleansed the town and I was quite content (and proud of I may add!).

Charming soon became king, and I queen!

I looked down upon my people, an unprecedented orphan count went up. It was a rather small price to pay for absolute purity.

Despite this, my people needed money, they needed food and clothes. Their suffering had to end. Charming didn't listen to me much about their suffering (it was mean!).

So I decided to help on my own. Rest In Peace, my king.

The suffering didn't stop after I took power! It was so frustrating.

Then I came up with one of the most innovational ideas.

Those who suffered. The orphans, the hungry, the dying, the sick.

I cleansed them.

I continue to cleanse them. How thankful must they be for my gift?

The gift of purity.