Chapter 2

Frollo walked back and forth in circles around her. He was much like a predator that quite didn't know what to do with his catch. As much as he had hoped to finally get her in his hands, he didn't truly expect it to happen. Ah, the prospects of these current events tempted his mind.

Esmeralda watched as Frollo continued to pace around her. It was unnerving as she had no idea what was to come of her. What kind of vicious plans ran through that thick head of his?

"Are you going to interrogate me now?" Esmeralda asked with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

Frollo halted and quickly spun his head to her direction. He smiled. "Why no, child. There's no need for such. I already captured the lot of you, rats."

The gypsy woman felt her face fluster with anger. "Then what is it that you want of me!"

The smile on the man's lips waned. "I…" He began. He looked up to the ceiling, as if he was silently asking higher powers to grace him with an answer. But the gods kept their silence. The fire in his eyes dimmed and his head sagged down. "I do not know, yet."

The calm that had fallen between them was broken as Frollo resumed his pacing. The old wooden floor squeaked under his feet upon his every step. Esmeralda could do nothing but grit her teeth. What an insufferable man!

"Did you honestly bring me here to watch you exercise your power walk?"

"Keep quiet, woman!" Frollo hissed.

"I'd rather that you decapitate me now than make me put up with the stench of this hell hole any longer." She challenged him.

As Frollo was a man of poor temper, he quickly overcame the distance between them and grabbed Esmeralda by her jaw.

"I will not have you mock the palace of justice, gypsy. You are nothing and can easily be disregarded if you do not hold your tongue."

She tried to pull herself away. For the way his eyes had lit up frightened her.

Frollo continued to speak in a low and heated voice, "I am trying to save your immortal soul. You should be grateful for my efforts." His grip on her jaw loosened and he gently glided his palm over her cheek. "You wish to be saved, do you not?"

Esmeralda shook her face to rid his hand from her skin. "Not by you, Frollo."

Her fiery eyes defied his and her gaze told him that if there was a Hell, she would rather burn in the eternal flame than be broken by him. The minister could not hold in the wave of anger that washed over him. She would not have his grace. She would not have him.

Frollo violently grabbed a hold of her blouse and tore it open, revealing her chest. Esmeralda let out a shocked cry. "No!" She yelled and turned her head away. She dared not to look him in his eyes from her own shame.

"You… have succumbed… yourself to Lucifer." His laboured breath uttered as he continued to tear the clothes from her body. "You are filthy." He panted as he pulled down her skirt and laid his eyes on her untouched naked body.

"Do you not see," we whispered and dropped on his knees, "I am the only one who can redeem your soul from slipping into Hell."

He wrapped his arms around her uncovered body that was still tied to the chair. He pressed his face to her chest and allowed himself to breath in her scent.

Frollo had lost his mind, Esmeralda franticly thought. There was no sense in what he was saying. He was muttering unconscious prayers while he kept defiling her.

She gathered herself and defiantly said to him, "God has nothing to do with what you do to me this night."

Frollo turned his head upwards and looked with genuine confusion into her emerald jewels. She knew his desire even when he himself did not. And for this night, she would be his. There would be no-one to save her from his madness. No knight, no captain on a white horse would come and rescue her.

Frollo kissed her chest and sought out the dark nipple. He suckled on it and grabbed the unattended breast hard into his grasp.

Esmeralda did not make a sound. The slimy, warm sensation of his mouth on her bosom made her feel sick. As his fingers pinched the hard nub on her breast, she shut her eyes close and tried to free her mind from the reality. She didn't want to be there in that room as Frollo's hands glided down to her stomach and to her thigh.

Frollo latched his mouth eagerly on her dark skin. His hands roamed her body and the perceptions of touch conveyed by his fingertips set his own body aflame.

He convinced himself that his pleasure could not be a sin when it was a punishment for the wicked. Providence had led her to him. And what was to please him was to please the Lord.

The man's hands awkwardly studied the curves and contours of her full body. Esmeralda shivered with disgust. Suddenly Frollo grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked her head closer. Then he enveloped her lips in a heated kiss. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth and hungrily explored her tongue and teeth.

Just when Esmeralda thought she couldn't breathe anymore, Frollo angrily tore his lips away and stared at her, petrified.

"You… witch." He hissed and kicked back her chair.

It felt like the bottom of her stomach fell as the chair slowly began to capsize. There was nothing to hold on to. The fall was disrupted by an abrupt hit to the back of her head. She had fallen back first to the floor and her head was the first thing to come in contact with the floor. Her teeth painfully clacked together whilst her bottom lip was between them. Blood bursted into her mouth and the pain in the back of her head made her feel dizzy and nauseous.

She barely registered how the chair shattered beneath her and splinters forced their way beneath her skin. Small gashes covered her back and the wooden floor beneath her was darkened with blood.

Frollo stood above her and eyed her naked body. How he hated and yearned that pristine umber canvas.

A/N:

I decided that this took such a dark turn that I will be excluding this part of the story from this version. Those of appropriate age may read the full version on adultfanfiction. My nick there is also KuroNohime

A naked and used body lay in the corner of the room as a servant arrived to inform Frollo about supper being prepared for him. The servant looked at the pool of blood the gipsy's body was in and quickly averted his eyes.

Frollo straightened out his robes. "Wash her up for morning." He walked away, but halted at the door, not tuning to look back, "Burn those clothes and ready her for the stake."

Frollo did not wait to have a reply, but disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

The servant shyly peered at the woman. He felt pity for the abused creature. He moved closer to gather her shredded clothes. The sun would rise soon.

Years later, it was nightfall and Phoebus gently stroked the hair of Zephyr. He whispered gentle and loving words to the little child that sniffled his nose in the cradle. A warm, heartbreaking smile spread over Phoebus' handsome features.

Esmeralda stood in the opening of the door, studying those two. As she watched how happily her husband attended their son, she felt her own happiness laden with guilt.

FIN