Voice locked to R1
[There are a few seconds of silence, during which slight movements can be heard - her toying with her braid and with the collar of her nightdress, her fingers tapping on the keys of the laptop]
[Her voice is more open than Ella's, less guarded] We do not know one another, you and I. My name is Beauty, and you know my Beast [audible, fond smile] far better than you know me. I wanted to leave you this voice recording because I've spent the entire night locked away, trying to think of a solution to our problems, but I find myself at a loss.
You see, I care for the Beast. He is gruff and he can be impossibly growlish, but he is a good man. I don't want anything to happen to him [heartfelt pleading], and I have to beg your help for that. If I could keep him safe on my own, I would, but I cannot, and he is too proud to ask. [Soft sigh] We haven't had much of a chance to get to know one another yet, but I know enough to know I want to know more. If you hurt yourself, then he will be hurt also. [Softly] I do not want him hurt.
You have no reason to do as I ask, but I have no one else to help me in this but you. It is entirely selfish, but I do not wish to be parted from him, and if you do not try I will be.
I am not here to plead Ella's case, as that is hers and not mine, but I do know this: She thinks you are worth much more than you think you are. But you need to find your own value to believe that, and you can't help anyone until you like yourself.
I like you. Please, be strong?
[There is a hesitation before the sound cuts off, as if she didn't know whether to say goodbye or simply stop talking, and then there is silence]