Cinderella
by Heel
Copyright© 2026 by Heel
Fairytale Story: In a kingdom obsessed with beauty, obedience, and perfect endings, one girl learns how fragile illusions truly are. As the prince scours the land for the owner of a crystal slipper, Cinderella must confront pain, power, and the price of being chosen. This is not the fairy tale you remember.
Tags: Fiction Crime Fairy Tale Humor Mystery Magic MaleDom Sadistic Torture AI Generated
Midnight was approaching, and Cinderella was running toward the carriage, terrified that the magic would wear off and erase the beautiful illusion. The flustered prince shuffled behind her, shouting. He could not believe that the woman of his dreams was about to slip from his arms, which ached to hold her in tender embraces. She was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen. He was afraid of losing her, but his excess weight did not allow him to follow closely at her heels.
The carriage stood some ten meters away; the four spirited horses pawed the ground impatiently. Cinderella only had to hurry down the wide marble staircase before the entrance and slip into the plush-lined cabin. The prince had already fallen far behind, panting like an asthmatic.
And then disaster struck. Not because of the crystal slippers, which were so uncomfortable they had already given her blisters. Reassured by the lead she had gained and by the fact that the saving carriage was so close, Cinderella turned to cast one last glance behind her—and at that moment her small foot landed awkwardly on the edge of the final step. With an ugly crack, the delicate ankle of the beautiful would-be princess snapped, twisting at a horrifyingly unnatural angle.
She fell to the ground and stared in disbelief at her injured limb. Her beautiful face contorted with pain, yet her determination to escape before the clock struck twelve did not leave her. She began to crawl forward, dragging her injured left leg and whimpering like a fox caught in a trap. Somehow she managed to reach the carriage and climb inside. The horses immediately bolted into a wild gallop. The prince never understood what had happened, for he was still shuffling through the foyer.
Cinderella’s stepsisters were greatly distressed the next morning when they learned she would not be able to carry out her household duties.
“How could you break your leg right now! Aren’t you ashamed! And who will cook, who will sweep, who will chop the firewood! You did it on purpose, admit it!”
Cinderella sobbed in a trembling voice:
“It was an accident—I stepped into a deep molehole in the yard.”
“Liar! You hurt yourself on purpose so you could lie around all day,” hissed the other sister.
“No, can’t you see how much it hurts? How can you accuse me of deliberately—”
“Thick-skinned good-for-nothings like you are capable of anything just to shirk work. Go cook! Immediately!”
“But I can’t even walk.”
“You don’t cook with your feet, you cook with your hands. Fine, we’ll carry you to the kitchen, but you’d better make an effort, understood?”
But Cinderella could not cook, and this greatly angered her stepsisters.
“Why are you pretending you can’t step on that leg?”
“Can’t you see how crooked and swollen it is? How am I supposed to step on it?”
“Crybaby!”
In the end, the wicked sisters were forced to part with a few coins for Cinderella’s treatment. The bonesetter they brought set the broken bones of the tormented girl—but without anesthesia, simply because he did not receive the sum he demanded. Cinderella was fitted with a plaster cast that immobilized her lower leg, and given a pair of wooden crutches inherited from an old woman who had recently died of old age.
“Now we expect you to pull yourself together and get back to work,” said the older sister. “We insist you show triple the diligence, since we spent a fortune on your treatment.”
Cinderella was already feeling much better and could even perform a fair portion of her duties. The sisters, however, fumed because they themselves had to do some work, and that did not suit them at all.
One day word spread that the prince had declared he would marry the girl whose foot fit perfectly into the crystal slipper he provided. Cinderella knew very well where the prince had found the slipper. Her heart fluttered with excitement. The wicked sisters were excited too, for they harbored hopes that their bony “hooves” might squeeze into the shoe. They longed to live the life of princesses.
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