Cinderella's Patience by hauntess
In the cold of the night - your patience ran out. What will you do now, little girl? There surely will be no crystal slipper, or shimmering gown. Perhaps a foggy cold morning, and a noose around your neck. But who can deny you the delicious satisfaction of this moment? I surely wont. you have been patient long enough, little girl. Rest now, before the morning comes.