"Who might this gypsy woman be? Bellheart, perhaps?", maliciously sneered Frollo, I quietly growled and glared at him, as Quasi froze, a terrified look in his eyes.
He whimpered, "Please, Master. Don't hurt her, please!".
Frollo looked at Quasi, "Hush, Quasimodo. I only plan to take her and persuade her to tell me the true place of the Court of Miracles, unless you know something, boy.". with a hidden sneaky gleam in his dark eyes.
Quasi remained silent, pleading with his eyes at Frollo and me. I shook my head, as Frollo tightly bound my arms. He then told Quasi of his true plans, and left with me struggling behind Frollo. He only bound my arms tighter, and glared at me, but I held my tongue until we got out of Notre Dame. Then from there, I cursed Frollo and his minions an array lode of colorful words that wasn't for children's ears. That's why I get a frightful temper once I am mad, and I am totally mad! Frollo gave me to his minions which included my least favorite soldiers of all, Skinny and Fatty. They evilly chuckled as they tied me up to Frollo's carriage, struggling to fight back, glaring and cursing. I went on for a while, until Frollo ordered the minions to whip me. I widened my eyes at that, yelping and whimpering as they whipped me three times with a horsehair whip. Then it stopped, I panted heavily, feeling blood running off me. I bled heavily, grunting quietly as the carriage pulled me, following Quasi's trail hidden from his sight.
I gasped horrified as we reached the Court of Miracles, Frollo and the minions arresting all the gypsies, the screams and yells echoed in my ears. I heard exclamations from the gang, as they were tied up, and Quasi was then dragged. Quasi saw me, called for me, then gasped as he saw my fresh wounds. I closed my eyes, hearing Quasi step away farther and farther. Then I heard the girls' gasps, and I opened my eyes to see their horrified looks. They quietly whispered my name, I sighed heavily as I watched them chained and taken by the minions up top, and the boys, they widened their eyes, and their eyes dark, quiet at the sight of my wounds. Clopin stared at me, mouthed "why?'. I mouthed out, "Fighting". He quietly gaped at that, then the minions came in, pushing Clopin and Phoebus away and far from me.
I softly cried and huffed as I stood, still tied at the carriage. Frollo saw me and came over, grinning.
"Bellheart, your name , I presume?" asked Frollo.
"You don't deserve to be minister of justice, you monster!". I growled.
Frollo chuckled and glared at me, "Just for that, you will be first at the bonfire.". his beady, dark eyes tearing into my soul. I humphed at that, and he called for Skinny and Fatty to untie me and get me in chains, and so I was. Many minutes later, I was tied at a pole, my wounds burning at contact from the wood, my clothes dirtier and bloody. Almost all the gang was in cages, and I barely see Quasi up in the tower, chained up. Phoebus was growling, rattling his cage. In her cage, Esme was clenching her hands, and her eyes in the direction of me. Merla and Clopin was in their cage, Merla crying into Clopin's shoulder, and Clopin holding her, his eyes grim. I prayed very quietly to Sunrise to do anything, and no sound came from my necklace. Hayloads of dry hay fell around my feet and the pole, and I glared at Frollo. The crowd was frantic, shouting, angry. Then the moment came. Frollo got his torch, and came up to me.
"My, my. Look at the mess you got yourself in, lovely Bellheart. Any last words?". replied Frollo.
I loudly replied, "Oui, I do. Gypsies are no different from the people of Paris, and I am a human being, and gypsies are human beings. But you, Frollo, you are not human, and you are a demon. Quasimodo is not the monster you think, people. Frollo is! And one last thing, Quasimodo, Je t' aime!". with the last line loudly echoing throughout the courtyard. Please, Quasi! Hear me!
