Me: Rewrite the story of Cinderella into a horror story with a sad ending
Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Cinderella, trapped in a crumbling mansion by her wicked stepmother and cruel stepsisters. Forced to clean the decaying halls and sleep in the cold, damp cellar, Cinderella dreamt of escape. One night, word spread of a grand ball at the prince's castle, but her stepmother forbade her to attend, locking her in the cellar and leaving her behind as they left for the night. As Cinderella sobbed in the dark, a chilling voice echoed from the shadows. An old woman appeared, her face gaunt and her eyes black as voids, claiming to be Cinderella’s fairy godmother. She promised to help Cinderella attend the ball, but her aid would come at a steep price.
Desperate, Cinderella agreed. With a twisted smile, the godmother snapped her fingers, and Cinderella's rags transformed into a gown of shimmering black, stitched together from shadows and whispers. Her glass slippers were sharp, as if made from ice. The godmother warned her: "Be back by midnight, or the magic will consume you." Ignoring the warning in her haste, Cinderella fled to the castle, where she captivated the prince, her beauty otherworldly and her movements eerie yet enchanting. As they danced, the clock inched toward midnight, and Cinderella felt a strange heaviness creeping into her limbs, but she refused to stop.
At the stroke of midnight, the room darkened, and the prince pulled back in horror as Cinderella’s flesh began to twist and warp. Her skin cracked like old porcelain, revealing black veins and hollow eyes. She screamed, but it was too late—her fairy godmother’s curse had taken hold. Her body contorted, her bones snapping as she shrank into a twisted, monstrous version of herself, bound to the magic she had accepted. The horrified guests fled the ballroom as the prince recoiled, unable to recognize the creature before him.
In a final desperate attempt to escape, Cinderella fled the castle, her form unraveling as she ran. The once-beautiful gown shredded into smoke, and the glass slippers shattered with every step, leaving a trail of blood behind her. By the time she reached the mansion, she was no longer the girl she had once been, but a shadow, a wraith bound to the darkness.
Her stepmother and stepsisters returned to find the house cold and empty, save for the faint sound of footsteps echoing through the walls. Cinderella, now cursed to wander the halls of the mansion forever, could never leave, her soul trapped between the shadows, endlessly waiting for a freedom that would never come.
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