Broken - Part 7little_elfieFebruary 10 2012, 01:12:12 UTC
As she descended into the darkness, Esmeralda felt her gorge rise as the stench of decay and misery rose up to meet her. She paused and closed her eyes, dreading what was to come...Phoebus, her golden lion, could be dying in this nightmarish place and she couldn't even speak to him, let alone hold him in her arms...
Frollo was close behind her, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of her forearm, and Esmeralda bared her teeth in silent fury as his warning flashed through her mind; "You will obey my every command, without question or complaint. You will not attempt to comfort the prisoner, or communicate with him. The slightest transgression on your part will only result in further suffering for the unfortunate Captain Phoebus; he will be punished in your stead and you will watch. Do I make myself clear, Esmeralda?"
"Esmeralda!"
Frollo hissed her name, tightening his grip on her arm. The gypsy opened her eyes and realised that they had finally reached the bottom of the subterranean cell. She squinted in the darkness, trying to get her bearings, and reluctantly allowed the Minister to guide her deeper into the shadows.
A few moments passed before the guttering light of a torch came into view, illuminating the dank, stone walls of the labyrinthine chamber. Esmeralda blinked in the sudden brightness and stepped back, startled, as two familiar figures appeared in the darkness of a crude doorway ahead. Frollo moved forward to speak with them and she relaxed almost immediately, recognising them as Phoebus's former lieutenants - brutish and moronic in equal measure, they had been the bane of her existence for as long as she could remember.
An anguished groan echoed out from the room behind them and Esmeralda clenched her fists, struggling to control herself as the Minister smirked and his guards exchanged covert grins at the sound of Phoebus's torment. Noticing the young woman's discomfort, Frollo dismissed the men and summoned her to his side with an elegant wave of his hand. Without a word, he directed her into the room beyond the door - a wretched pit, bitterly cold and bereft of the most basic comforts, although one curved wall was 'decorated' with vicious-looking implements of torture. And beside them...
Esmeralda gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth, stifling a scream of horror...
There, chained to the wall, was Captain Phoebus. He sagged against his cruel bonds, a broken shell of a man with mangled limbs, crushed ribs and blood-stained hair.
He glanced up, his eyes dull and dispirited as he took in his surroundings with bleak indifference. His ruggedly handsome face was swollen and bruised, his lips - oh, those how she wanted to kiss him! - were cracked and dry through want of moisture...
Suddenly, his eyes brightened and he smiled, revealing a mouthful of shattered teeth. He strained against the chains in a futile attempt to break free, whispering in a hoarse and joyful voice...
Re: Broken - Part 7little_elfieDecember 7 2012, 23:43:50 UTC
I haven't given up on this, I promise! I've just been insanely preoccupied with university unfortunately - I've now finished studying until February so hopefully I'll have time to update soon. I've got the basic outline for the next instalment...just waiting for some free time to get some writing done. Thanks for reading, keep an eye out for part eight!
Broken - Part 8little_elfieNovember 3 2014, 23:43:40 UTC
Phoebus!
Tears sprang to Esmeralda's eyes as Phoebus continued to struggle against his bonds, despite the obvious pain it caused him. Smirking, Frollo stepped forward to appraise his former captain's wounds.
"What have you done?" Esmeralda breathed, voice hoarse with grief and horror.
"This is your handiwork, not mine," Frollo replied curtly. He balled his elegant fingers into a fist and slammed it into Phoebus's side. The man slumped forward with a groan and Esmeralda had to fight the impulse to run to him, to put her arms around him and...
"Such a pretty sight," Frollo ruminated, drawing a finger across Phoebus's bruised face, "But not quite as pretty as you, my dear wife." He turned away, advancing upon Esmeralda, who stood her ground, jaw clenched and eyes cold with hatred. He hooked a finger into the bodice of her thin shift and tore it away, exposing her breasts. She did not resist, knowing that to do so would only result in further punishment for the man she loved. Phoebus let out a strangled cry as Frollo ran his hands over Esmeralda's naked torso.
"You see how she submits to me?" Frollo murmured, moving to stand behind Esmeralda in order to watch Phoebus's reaction to the display. The soldier's eyes were blazing with fury, helpless with longing. Frollo continued his ministrations, tweaking Esmeralda's nipples until she hissed. He chuckled, "Responsive, isn't she?"
"You bastard!" Phoebus rasped, bloody spittle running from his lips, "Let her go!"
"I think not," Frollo replied, dragging Esmeralda over to a table in the center of the room. No, not a table, Esmeralda realised dimly, eyes widening as he forced her to bend over, face pressed to the wooden surface.
A rack.
Still, she did not struggle. Frollo did not intend to torture her on this device. Well, he did, she supposed, after a fashion. He would not strap her down, pull her limbs apart, break her bones...but he would rape her and that was torture enough. He was behind her, tearing the remains of her shift from her back. She trained her eyes on Phoebus, hanging on the wall before her, powerless and suffering, and tried to reassure him with a tremulous smile. For you, my love. I will endure this for you.
Frollo twisted his fingers into Esmeralda's hair, forcing her head down as he pressed into her, forcing her open with a brutal thrust. She winced. Phoebus winced too, shaking with rage as Esmeralda's face crumpled, contorted in agony.
"She's mine," Frollo growled, plunging in and out of her, "She'll always be mine."
He leaned forward to sink his teeth into Esmeralda's shoulder, hard enough to score her flesh and draw blood. She shrieked in outrage and pain.
"Do you hear that? Do hear how she screams for me?"
"Stop!" Phoebus roared, tears streaming down his face.
"Oh," Frollo paused, favouring Phoebus with an apologetic smile, "You're feeling neglected, aren't you? So sorry. I got a little caught up in the moment, you see." He pulled out of Esmeralda, holding her down when she tried to flee, "Ah ah, no we're not finished, my darling. I must attend to our guest first and you must be patient." The Minister shook his head, his voice light with amusement as he addressed Phoebus, "You must forgive my wife, she's such a greedy girl. Now..."
Frollo reached into his robes and produced a tiny bell. He rang it, just once, and the door opened. A burly man appeared. He was wearing a black mask, leather breeches and very little else. Frollo's chief torturer and executioner, a sadistic mute named Guerin.
"Thank you for being so prompt, Guerin. Would you be so good as to entertain Captain Phoebus?"
Broken - Part 9little_elfieNovember 4 2014, 00:44:09 UTC
Esmeralda watched in horror as Guerin shed his breeches, revealing a monstrously large cock. Phoebus, realising his intentions, began to buck and writhe in desperation, trying to break his chains.
Frollo chuckled and forced Esmeralda down again, thrusting into her as Guerin began to strip away Phoebus's tattered shirt and hose. She could not tear her eyes away from the ghastly scene unfolding before her, even though her heart was breaking with every passing moment. Guerin spat upon his huge fingers and pushed them into Phoebus with grim resolve. Phoebus screamed, trying to squirm away from the invading digits, but Guerin held him tight around the waist and pressed on. Beads of sweat stood out on Phoebus's brow and his eyes darted around the chamber, looking everywhere and at everything, trying to focus on something, on anything other than the pain. He couldn't look at Esmeralda. He didn't want to see her there, trapped beneath Frollo, her sweet body violated by that demon. He didn't want her to see his own violation at the hands of Frollo's goon but he knew that she would not look away. She was so strong, so beautiful.
I must be strong too, for her sake. I will not cry out. I will not...
He did cry out though, when Guerin finally penetrated him, skewering the soldier like a suckling pig on that grotesque cock.
He screamed.
Frollo laughed cruelly and pulled Esmeralda up by her hair, forcing her to watch. Guerin was ruthless, a relentless machine, fucking Phoebus long after Frollo had finally spent himself. The Minister sat upon a chair before the continuing spectacle and dragged Esmeralda onto his lap, idly toying with her cunt as Phoebus lost consciousness, only to be revived by a slap from Guerin. Pain and shame. That was the soldier's life now, until the moment he died. I'll be dead soon enough, Phoebus reasoned dully. He was right.
"Enough," Frollo finally intoned, pushing Esmeralda from his lap and waving Guerin away, "Finish with him. It is time."
The silent giant spilled within Phoebus and stepped aside. He handed Esmeralda a dagger and moved to stand beside Frollo, just in case she decided to lunge at his master with the deadly blade. Esmeralda stared at the dagger in her hand.
"No. No, I won't do this. I won't do this, do you hear me?"
She was screaming now, sobbing as she realised what Frollo wanted.
"You will," Frollo replied simply, "You will kill him and his death will be quick and clean. If his fate is left to me, I will see to it that the people of this city have nightmares about the execution of Phoebus de Châteaupers for the next hundred years. He will flogged, broken upon the wheel, flayed alive...and you will watch. You will watch him die."
Esmeralda turned away, turned to look into her lover's eyes. She saw pain there. She saw love.
"Do it," Phoebus croaked, "You have to do it."
She shook her head, clutching the dagger in both hands.
"Please...Esmeralda, if you love me...oh God, please..."
She kissed him, tasting blood on his lips, tasting the sweet sigh of his last breath as she slipped the dagger between his ribs and then turned the blade upon herself, plunging it into her breast.
Esmeralda's death had not been part of Frollo's plan. He had decided to keep her, to lock her away as he should have done in the first place. Keep her for himself alone, away from temptation and prying eyes. He'd get her with child perhaps, to quell her fire and force her to be a good wife, a good mother.
She had ruined everything.
Furious at Esmeralda's last act of defiance, Frollo had her corpse tossed into a mass grave, along with that of her whoremongering soldier.
"Let them rot together in the pit."
Quasimodo found them that night, creeping down to the cemetery in the dead of night. He wept over their bodies and carried them back to Notre Dame, mourning his dear friends in the privacy of the belltower. By dawn his grief had turned to rage...
He waited for Frollo, an avenging angel with a heart of stone.
a/n The End. Finally! Sooooo sorry for the delay! I just had so much on at the time and then I totally forgot about this fill and...ahhhh, I suck.
Re: Broken - Part 9afterandalasiaDecember 22 2014, 16:52:52 UTC
Okay, I'm sorry that it's been like a month, but this fic is still so awesome and dark and I'm loving re-reading it as much as I loved reading it in the first place.
So.
I love the language of this. It's full and detailed, enough to be a nod to the novel without being overbearing, and there's something about the details that makes it feel grimmer and fuller both at the same time. The little touches of third person omniscient are wonderfully reminiscent of Hugo.
Esmeralda is spot on, and of course perfect for the POV character as she sits in the middle of the relationships. There's a touch of despair beneath her determination and hre brightness, making her feel like herself but in a different, darker situation. HoND was one of the darker Disney films already, and this manages to carry the tone while bringing out the shadows.
Your Frollo is marvellous. An antagonist, a villain, obsessive and cruel, but with a logic to his actions and a consistency that makes it very clear that he, at least, thinks that he is in the right.
I'm a sucker for torture, I have to admit, and the combination of physical and mental is very well-done here. Using the Esmeralda/Phoebus against them is marvellously dark of Frollo, and completely in-character with that little smirk when you hear the screams in the film. Phoebus's death, and Esmeralda's, are so very fitting, a marvellously dark ending, and the appearance of Quasimodo at the end is beyond perfect. It gives the whole thing a gothic air, makes Quasimodo feel almost like one of the gargoyles as well, and is just... ugh. I'm running out of words. Just know that I adore this fic in all of its dark and wonderful ways.
Frollo was close behind her, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of her forearm, and Esmeralda bared her teeth in silent fury as his warning flashed through her mind; "You will obey my every command, without question or complaint. You will not attempt to comfort the prisoner, or communicate with him. The slightest transgression on your part will only result in further suffering for the unfortunate Captain Phoebus; he will be punished in your stead and you will watch. Do I make myself clear, Esmeralda?"
"Esmeralda!"
Frollo hissed her name, tightening his grip on her arm. The gypsy opened her eyes and realised that they had finally reached the bottom of the subterranean cell. She squinted in the darkness, trying to get her bearings, and reluctantly allowed the Minister to guide her deeper into the shadows.
A few moments passed before the guttering light of a torch came into view, illuminating the dank, stone walls of the labyrinthine chamber. Esmeralda blinked in the sudden brightness and stepped back, startled, as two familiar figures appeared in the darkness of a crude doorway ahead. Frollo moved forward to speak with them and she relaxed almost immediately, recognising them as Phoebus's former lieutenants - brutish and moronic in equal measure, they had been the bane of her existence for as long as she could remember.
An anguished groan echoed out from the room behind them and Esmeralda clenched her fists, struggling to control herself as the Minister smirked and his guards exchanged covert grins at the sound of Phoebus's torment. Noticing the young woman's discomfort, Frollo dismissed the men and summoned her to his side with an elegant wave of his hand. Without a word, he directed her into the room beyond the door - a wretched pit, bitterly cold and bereft of the most basic comforts, although one curved wall was 'decorated' with vicious-looking implements of torture. And beside them...
Esmeralda gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth, stifling a scream of horror...
There, chained to the wall, was Captain Phoebus. He sagged against his cruel bonds, a broken shell of a man with mangled limbs, crushed ribs and blood-stained hair.
He glanced up, his eyes dull and dispirited as he took in his surroundings with bleak indifference. His ruggedly handsome face was swollen and bruised, his lips - oh, those how she wanted to kiss him! - were cracked and dry through want of moisture...
Suddenly, his eyes brightened and he smiled, revealing a mouthful of shattered teeth. He strained against the chains in a futile attempt to break free, whispering in a hoarse and joyful voice...
"Esmeralda!"
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honestly, I check every day for a new chapter. I love this stuff.
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Yes, I love evil Frollo...the chills he gives me. I love it...this story is so dark and lovely! I can't wait for more...hah.
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Tears sprang to Esmeralda's eyes as Phoebus continued to struggle against his bonds, despite the obvious pain it caused him. Smirking, Frollo stepped forward to appraise his former captain's wounds.
"What have you done?" Esmeralda breathed, voice hoarse with grief and horror.
"This is your handiwork, not mine," Frollo replied curtly. He balled his elegant fingers into a fist and slammed it into Phoebus's side. The man slumped forward with a groan and Esmeralda had to fight the impulse to run to him, to put her arms around him and...
"Such a pretty sight," Frollo ruminated, drawing a finger across Phoebus's bruised face, "But not quite as pretty as you, my dear wife." He turned away, advancing upon Esmeralda, who stood her ground, jaw clenched and eyes cold with hatred. He hooked a finger into the bodice of her thin shift and tore it away, exposing her breasts. She did not resist, knowing that to do so would only result in further punishment for the man she loved. Phoebus let out a strangled cry as Frollo ran his hands over Esmeralda's naked torso.
"You see how she submits to me?" Frollo murmured, moving to stand behind Esmeralda in order to watch Phoebus's reaction to the display. The soldier's eyes were blazing with fury, helpless with longing. Frollo continued his ministrations, tweaking Esmeralda's nipples until she hissed. He chuckled, "Responsive, isn't she?"
"You bastard!" Phoebus rasped, bloody spittle running from his lips, "Let her go!"
"I think not," Frollo replied, dragging Esmeralda over to a table in the center of the room. No, not a table, Esmeralda realised dimly, eyes widening as he forced her to bend over, face pressed to the wooden surface.
A rack.
Still, she did not struggle. Frollo did not intend to torture her on this device. Well, he did, she supposed, after a fashion. He would not strap her down, pull her limbs apart, break her bones...but he would rape her and that was torture enough. He was behind her, tearing the remains of her shift from her back. She trained her eyes on Phoebus, hanging on the wall before her, powerless and suffering, and tried to reassure him with a tremulous smile. For you, my love. I will endure this for you.
Frollo twisted his fingers into Esmeralda's hair, forcing her head down as he pressed into her, forcing her open with a brutal thrust. She winced. Phoebus winced too, shaking with rage as Esmeralda's face crumpled, contorted in agony.
"She's mine," Frollo growled, plunging in and out of her, "She'll always be mine."
He leaned forward to sink his teeth into Esmeralda's shoulder, hard enough to score her flesh and draw blood. She shrieked in outrage and pain.
"Do you hear that? Do hear how she screams for me?"
"Stop!" Phoebus roared, tears streaming down his face.
"Oh," Frollo paused, favouring Phoebus with an apologetic smile, "You're feeling neglected, aren't you? So sorry. I got a little caught up in the moment, you see." He pulled out of Esmeralda, holding her down when she tried to flee, "Ah ah, no we're not finished, my darling. I must attend to our guest first and you must be patient." The Minister shook his head, his voice light with amusement as he addressed Phoebus, "You must forgive my wife, she's such a greedy girl. Now..."
Frollo reached into his robes and produced a tiny bell. He rang it, just once, and the door opened. A burly man appeared. He was wearing a black mask, leather breeches and very little else. Frollo's chief torturer and executioner, a sadistic mute named Guerin.
"Thank you for being so prompt, Guerin. Would you be so good as to entertain Captain Phoebus?"
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Frollo chuckled and forced Esmeralda down again, thrusting into her as Guerin began to strip away Phoebus's tattered shirt and hose. She could not tear her eyes away from the ghastly scene unfolding before her, even though her heart was breaking with every passing moment. Guerin spat upon his huge fingers and pushed them into Phoebus with grim resolve. Phoebus screamed, trying to squirm away from the invading digits, but Guerin held him tight around the waist and pressed on. Beads of sweat stood out on Phoebus's brow and his eyes darted around the chamber, looking everywhere and at everything, trying to focus on something, on anything other than the pain. He couldn't look at Esmeralda. He didn't want to see her there, trapped beneath Frollo, her sweet body violated by that demon. He didn't want her to see his own violation at the hands of Frollo's goon but he knew that she would not look away. She was so strong, so beautiful.
I must be strong too, for her sake. I will not cry out. I will not...
He did cry out though, when Guerin finally penetrated him, skewering the soldier like a suckling pig on that grotesque cock.
He screamed.
Frollo laughed cruelly and pulled Esmeralda up by her hair, forcing her to watch. Guerin was ruthless, a relentless machine, fucking Phoebus long after Frollo had finally spent himself. The Minister sat upon a chair before the continuing spectacle and dragged Esmeralda onto his lap, idly toying with her cunt as Phoebus lost consciousness, only to be revived by a slap from Guerin. Pain and shame. That was the soldier's life now, until the moment he died. I'll be dead soon enough, Phoebus reasoned dully. He was right.
"Enough," Frollo finally intoned, pushing Esmeralda from his lap and waving Guerin away, "Finish with him. It is time."
The silent giant spilled within Phoebus and stepped aside. He handed Esmeralda a dagger and moved to stand beside Frollo, just in case she decided to lunge at his master with the deadly blade. Esmeralda stared at the dagger in her hand.
"No. No, I won't do this. I won't do this, do you hear me?"
She was screaming now, sobbing as she realised what Frollo wanted.
"You will," Frollo replied simply, "You will kill him and his death will be quick and clean. If his fate is left to me, I will see to it that the people of this city have nightmares about the execution of Phoebus de Châteaupers for the next hundred years. He will flogged, broken upon the wheel, flayed alive...and you will watch. You will watch him die."
Esmeralda turned away, turned to look into her lover's eyes. She saw pain there. She saw love.
"Do it," Phoebus croaked, "You have to do it."
She shook her head, clutching the dagger in both hands.
"Please...Esmeralda, if you love me...oh God, please..."
She kissed him, tasting blood on his lips, tasting the sweet sigh of his last breath as she slipped the dagger between his ribs and then turned the blade upon herself, plunging it into her breast.
Esmeralda's death had not been part of Frollo's plan. He had decided to keep her, to lock her away as he should have done in the first place. Keep her for himself alone, away from temptation and prying eyes. He'd get her with child perhaps, to quell her fire and force her to be a good wife, a good mother.
She had ruined everything.
Furious at Esmeralda's last act of defiance, Frollo had her corpse tossed into a mass grave, along with that of her whoremongering soldier.
"Let them rot together in the pit."
Quasimodo found them that night, creeping down to the cemetery in the dead of night. He wept over their bodies and carried them back to Notre Dame, mourning his dear friends in the privacy of the belltower. By dawn his grief had turned to rage...
He waited for Frollo, an avenging angel with a heart of stone.
a/n The End. Finally! Sooooo sorry for the delay! I just had so much on at the time and then I totally forgot about this fill and...ahhhh, I suck.
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I'm squeeing too much to give you a single cohesive comment, but I will be back for a full, proper response to this eventually, I promise.
For now, it is going straaaaaight on my list of favourites. And apparently my non-con kink extends to both parties watching each other get raped...
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So.
I love the language of this. It's full and detailed, enough to be a nod to the novel without being overbearing, and there's something about the details that makes it feel grimmer and fuller both at the same time. The little touches of third person omniscient are wonderfully reminiscent of Hugo.
Esmeralda is spot on, and of course perfect for the POV character as she sits in the middle of the relationships. There's a touch of despair beneath her determination and hre brightness, making her feel like herself but in a different, darker situation. HoND was one of the darker Disney films already, and this manages to carry the tone while bringing out the shadows.
Your Frollo is marvellous. An antagonist, a villain, obsessive and cruel, but with a logic to his actions and a consistency that makes it very clear that he, at least, thinks that he is in the right.
I'm a sucker for torture, I have to admit, and the combination of physical and mental is very well-done here. Using the Esmeralda/Phoebus against them is marvellously dark of Frollo, and completely in-character with that little smirk when you hear the screams in the film. Phoebus's death, and Esmeralda's, are so very fitting, a marvellously dark ending, and the appearance of Quasimodo at the end is beyond perfect. It gives the whole thing a gothic air, makes Quasimodo feel almost like one of the gargoyles as well, and is just... ugh. I'm running out of words. Just know that I adore this fic in all of its dark and wonderful ways.
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