Broken - Part 5little_elfieJanuary 28 2012, 03:22:37 UTC
Dawn in Paris.
Roused by a familiar cacophony as the Palace of Justice stirred and roared to life around her, Esmeralda awoke to find herself on the floor, shivering and stiff-limbed. She opened her eyes, blinking owlishly at the brightness of the day, and stretched, only to yelp in pained surprise as her entire body seemed to scream in protest.
A few tense moments passed before the young woman could bring herself to move, uncurling her limbs with deliberate caution; she winced and gnawed at her lip, stifling a cry of dismay as the extent of her injuries became apparent. Bruises mottled the exposed planes of her torso, fresh and numerous, in livid shades of purple and yellow. Her wrists were chafed and raw, her breasts...oh!
Memories of the previous evening, disjointed and hazy, flickered though Esmeralda's mind...Frollo looming above her, his face twisted into a demon's mask...his hands around her throat...she was dying, her last thoughts of her family and friends...of Phoebus, waiting for her in his cottage by the river..."
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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
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Roused by a familiar cacophony as the Palace of Justice stirred and roared to life around her, Esmeralda awoke to find herself on the floor, shivering and stiff-limbed. She opened her eyes, blinking owlishly at the brightness of the day, and stretched, only to yelp in pained surprise as her entire body seemed to scream in protest.
A few tense moments passed before the young woman could bring herself to move, uncurling her limbs with deliberate caution; she winced and gnawed at her lip, stifling a cry of dismay as the extent of her injuries became apparent. Bruises mottled the exposed planes of her torso, fresh and numerous, in livid shades of purple and yellow. Her wrists were chafed and raw, her breasts...oh!
Memories of the previous evening, disjointed and hazy, flickered though Esmeralda's mind...Frollo looming above her, his face twisted into a demon's mask...his hands around her throat...she was dying, her last thoughts of her family and friends...of Phoebus, waiting for her in his cottage by the river..." ( ... )
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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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