A/N: I have no excuse for this. Really, I'm sorry. I just had this plot bunny about kidjolras being raped and it wouldn't go away I AM SO SORRY
Trigger warning for rape.
It'd been years since the last time it happened, but it didn't made it any less painful. All of those memories he had tried so hard do forget were back in the blink of an eye and there was no way to block them.
You deserve this, he'd tried telling himself. You led your friends to death. You deserve this. It only seemed to make it worse, if that was even possible.
"Please" his voice, normally strong and unyielding, was breaking and barely above a whisper. He hadn't meant to say it, he had promised himself he wouldn't beg or cry. His pleading, however, only seemed to entertain the guard above him who had now set to a brutal rhythm, making Enjolras shut his eyes tightly to stop his tears that blurred his vision from falling.
"You're so beautiful", the guard half-whispered half-grunted in his ear sadistically and he couldn't handle it anymore. The images from years before were back and a single tear made its way across Enjolras's fair features.
"You're so beautiful" Etienne moaned into his ear, making the young boy shed even more tears. Ironically enough, he'd never felt uglier in all his twelve years of existence. He felt dirty and exposed pinned against the wall of the headmaster's office. "So, so beautiful" he breathed heavily, making Enjolras thrash in a fruitless attempt to free himself from the much-older man's grip. "Easy now" the blond youth could almost hear the grin in hid voice as Etienne ran his fingers through the boy's golden curls. The faux-loving gesture only made the young boy feel sicker, silently praying it would all come to an end soon. It took only a few more thrusts for the man to reach his release, all while ravishing the soft skin of Enjolras's neck.
He was brought back to reality when he felt the man above him finally come with a loud moan. When he got up and straightened himself up, Enjolras was curled into a ball in the ground, his body shaking against his will. "It's a shame they'll have to execute you, princess. You make a nice plaything" the guard laughed before locking the cell behind him. Enjolras didn't bother sitting up, the pain too overwhelming. The rags that had once been his clothes now hung loosely from his body, most of it torn beyond repair and stained with crimson. It'd been two days since he'd managed to survive the barricade. Two days since he lost all of his friends. Two days since he'd been taken to jail. Two days since this torture began once again.
The only comfort he had was knowing he'd soon be dead, hung in the middle of the streets to be used as an example to any other rebels that may rise.
With that single thought Enjolras closed his eyes and drifted into sleep, hoping it would all be over soon.
So... I suck at endings (and summaries. And writing in general). I may continue this (perhaps with some Grantaire in it?) if anyone likes it but seeing as that's highly unlikely, it'll probably be just a one-shot. So, yeah. Please don't hate me, bye.