by Son of the Valley on April 7, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved.
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part - 4 - 4:41 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaTzcP67Hjk
Sleepy crept carefully evading the scattered shards peeping her head around the corner, checking for lookouts or guards.
Down the stairs with haste and stealth as deftly as the seas move shells, she stopped abrupt in shock and awe...
Sleepy- No way they are this stupid!
...but indeed, a Dragon was what she saw.
Toes could not have tipped with a lesser click as her slick retreat and crafty feet worked like sweet arithmetic.
Mirror- HEY, SLEEPY!
Back behind a stone broken pillar, her stomach curdling for next she'd be dinner.
Mirror- I'm just messing with you. This dragon sleeps and sleeps. It's so depressed and so... boring.
A glittering light manifested in bright luminescent refracted, leaving sleepy distracted.
Mirror- Pull this pin. Then run...
The pin slid and the shackle unclipped.
Mirror- Running time...
Propelled by functioning quads and sheer terror she jettisoned out the immediate area. Round the corner, down the hall, past the three bears who were perplexed by what they saw. The three bears poked their head to spy a peek before smoke and fire charred each evenly. The dragon's patience never slackened nor became complacent while the hallways blackened, continuing to chase the original game becoming maddened with each failed flame.
Sleepy hit a dead-end smacking at the brittle bricks when she turned around and found the dragon was closer than comfort would permit.
With no other options left in her mind, she did the polite thing
and apologized.
Sleepy- But I'm the one that set you free...Uhm... Plea... please don't eat me!
The dragon scoffed and huffed lifting itself up into the air taking flight crashing through the skylights and flying deep into the night.
Sleepy was relived but realized there wasn't time since she would have find Goldie and squeeze the life out of her.
Justice demand payment for their crimes
Sleepy- Ok, where the hell am I n...
Choking sounds
Goldie's wrapped her luscious locks around Sleepy's throat and began to gloat.
Goldie- I've been waiting a long time, you know.
Who knew hair was so efficient at stopping air from entering one's lungs and sapping strength from the knees. Sleepy fought and crawled and dragged and clawed and managed to get Goldie off her feet. As Goldie rose, she froze a sad pose as she saw what was laid bare of her three protective bears.
Goldie- I'm done playing babysitter! You're going to die!
With a quick maneuver once again, Goldie laced her strands of hair around Sleepy's neck and hand.
Mirror- You know if you keep chewing on your hair, you're going to get a fur ball.
The mirrors sarcasm was not appreciated but the mirrors stare at the table was fixated. Sleepy turned and spotted three bowls grabbing one but finding it cold. The second luke-warm, no menacing harm but the third piping hot was the just right one all along. Burning a layer of skin on over half of her palm Sleepy removed Goldie's grin and her chin with the liquid ******
Screams of agony
Even as Goldie screamed a tear never fell from her eye for the liquid sealed ducts shut and she could no longer cry. Spastically she thrashed and crashed along the shelves before unwittingly heading for a window.
Mirror unlocked the 7th tier glass encasement and Goldie soared through splattering on a garden embankment.
Screams fade out before stopping completely after a large thud
Sleepy- Wh... Why did you do that?
Mirror- I told you, dear girl. I have what you want and if you play along, you just might have it all.
Sleepy unlocked a door adjacent and headed out through the castle's basement, passing a case in her haste, removing a blade for just in case.
Unaware her entertainment for the mirror, through his pleasure sadistically queer, had a deeper story than vengeance for her tragic fallen engagement.
Mirror- So, evil stepmother. Husband and other relatives brutally murdered on your wedding day. Coma for 5 years...
Sleepy- What?!
Sleepy stopped in tracks taken aback by that final fact.
Sleepy- I've been asleep for five years? Five... years...
...Son of a *****!
End of part - 4
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May 31, 2026 at 12:51 AM UTC
by Son of the Valley on April 7, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved.
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part - 4 - 4:41 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaTzcP67Hjk
Sleepy crept carefully evading the scattered shards peeping her head around the corner, checking for lookouts or guards.
Down the stairs with haste and stealth as deftly as the seas move shells, she stopped abrupt in shock and awe...
Sleepy- No way they are this stupid!
...but indeed, a Dragon was what she saw.
Toes could not have tipped with a lesser click as her slick retreat and crafty feet worked like sweet arithmetic.
Mirror- HEY, SLEEPY!
Back behind a stone broken pillar, her stomach curdling for next she'd be dinner.
Mirror- I'm just messing with you. This dragon sleeps and sleeps. It's so depressed and so... boring.
A glittering light manifested in bright luminescent refracted, leaving sleepy distracted.
Mirror- Pull this pin. Then run...
The pin slid and the shackle unclipped.
Mirror- Running time...
Propelled by functioning quads and sheer terror she jettisoned out the immediate area. Round the corner, down the hall, past the three bears who were perplexed by what they saw. The three bears poked their head to spy a peek before smoke and fire charred each evenly. The dragon's patience never slackened nor became complacent while the hallways blackened, continuing to chase the original game becoming maddened with each failed flame.
Sleepy hit a dead-end smacking at the brittle bricks when she turned around and found the dragon was closer than comfort would permit.
With no other options left in her mind, she did the polite thing
and apologized.
Sleepy- But I'm the one that set you free...Uhm... Plea... please don't eat me!
The dragon scoffed and huffed lifting itself up into the air taking flight crashing through the skylights and flying deep into the night.
Sleepy was relived but realized there wasn't time since she would have find Goldie and squeeze the life out of her.
Justice demand payment for their crimes
Sleepy- Ok, where the hell am I n...
Choking sounds
Goldie's wrapped her luscious locks around Sleepy's throat and began to gloat.
Goldie- I've been waiting a long time, you know.
Who knew hair was so efficient at stopping air from entering one's lungs and sapping strength from the knees. Sleepy fought and crawled and dragged and clawed and managed to get Goldie off her feet. As Goldie rose, she froze a sad pose as she saw what was laid bare of her three protective bears.
Goldie- I'm done playing babysitter! You're going to die!
With a quick maneuver once again, Goldie laced her strands of hair around Sleepy's neck and hand.
Mirror- You know if you keep chewing on your hair, you're going to get a fur ball.
The mirrors sarcasm was not appreciated but the mirrors stare at the table was fixated. Sleepy turned and spotted three bowls grabbing one but finding it cold. The second luke-warm, no menacing harm but the third piping hot was the just right one all along. Burning a layer of skin on over half of her palm Sleepy removed Goldie's grin and her chin with the liquid ******
Screams of agony
Even as Goldie screamed a tear never fell from her eye for the liquid sealed ducts shut and she could no longer cry. Spastically she thrashed and crashed along the shelves before unwittingly heading for a window.
Mirror unlocked the 7th tier glass encasement and Goldie soared through splattering on a garden embankment.
Screams fade out before stopping completely after a large thud
Sleepy- Wh... Why did you do that?
Mirror- I told you, dear girl. I have what you want and if you play along, you just might have it all.
Sleepy unlocked a door adjacent and headed out through the castle's basement, passing a case in her haste, removing a blade for just in case.
Unaware her entertainment for the mirror, through his pleasure sadistically queer, had a deeper story than vengeance for her tragic fallen engagement.
Mirror- So, evil stepmother. Husband and other relatives brutally murdered on your wedding day. Coma for 5 years...
Sleepy- What?!
Sleepy stopped in tracks taken aback by that final fact.
Sleepy- I've been asleep for five years? Five... years...
...Son of a *****!
End of part - 4
Amateur audio drama - Part - 4 - 4:41 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaTzcP67Hjk
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