Vices and Virtues

Patience:

The door opened and she was forcefully pushed inside. A tall, grey- haired man with black clothes followed her in the room, making sure to lock the door behind. For a second he closed his eyes and sighed- then he turned to her.

"Esmeralda…" his lips transferred in a grin that made the girl shiver. The gypsy was now standing in the middle of a big room with walls covered in bookshelves; a desk on one side; a big bed on the other; and two windows that were letting inside the last orange- red rays of the day. He slightly advanced to her, which automatically made her take a couple of steps backwards. Her head was proudly lifted, and she was trying her best to look as fearless as she could before him. But the look on his face, the locked room with only the two of them inside... she standing in front of him only with the white, poorly covering her robe with which just a moment ago she would have been burned alive lessened even more her weak confidence.

"Frollo, don't…" she broke with unfortunate and weak voice.

The judge just advanced to her with lust in his eyes, which were wandering all over her dress suggesting and promising so much more underneath it. His head was just a few inches away from hers. He gazed into her big, green eyes, which were still bravely looking straight at him, but were starting to get wet.

"Don't what?" He smirked. Then without waiting for anything further he grabbed tightly her head with his hands and imprinted his burning lips onto hers.

The gypsy tried to yell out of pain and disgust, but that just opened her mouth enough for letting the minister's tongue inside of it. The act was getting more and more uncomfortable for Esmeralda with every second. Frollo's grip became tighter as his kiss was resembling ever more a wild animal tearing apart his prey. The girl became numb, feeling only the rapid heartbeat of the judge, his sporadic breaths and his yearning tongue desperately wanting to go farther and farther into her. Then he was finally ready to break the kiss as he slowly pulled out his tongue from her and lessened the hold of his hands. His lips were still pressed onto hers as he breathed out heavily several times and then lightly bit her down lip, sucking the left moist from it. After a few moments he pulled away from her, smirking satisfied with his success. He moved his hands from her head and directed them down her body. That seemed to snap the girl out of the indifferent, half- awakened state she had sunk into. In an instant she gathered all the strength she was capable of and pushed as far as she could the judge from her. Frollo, surprised from the sudden change of the just a second ago obedient body, was thrown a few steps away from her. He actually had to make a great effort not to find himself on the floor and to remain on his feet.

"You disgust me!" she cried out with spite and spit on the floor between them. "I hate you, you hear me, you twisted, sick pervert!"

Frollo's eyes turned into a pure hatred that made Esmeralda wish she had been burned at the stake by that time. He rushed towards the gypsy and grabbed her with one hand by the neck and started dragging her towards one of the windows. Her body, bend by the inhuman force that he was putting her through, stumbled through the many books left on the floor and eventually reached the window. He put most than half of her body outside of it, but she could still feel his firm grip around her neck.

"Look," he forced her head to go down and look below them. For a moment she thought that he would simply throw her out to fall and everything to be done with, so she closed her eyes.

"Look, I am telling you!" the minister yelled, shaking her head roughly.

Esmeralda opened her eyes and saw not so far from her a long line of gypsies and soldiers who were pushing them and hurried them to go faster.

"All that demons and sinful souls banished from Paris," the minister was now bend above her.

He was pressing her with his body to the stone edge of the window and whispering with rough voice in her ear: "But you know, a fire would have done far better work in extinguishing all these vermin from the face of the Earth," he sneered next to her.

Esmeralda was feeling a great pain from the position he was putting her into, but her mind was clear and she could hear every word. She thought that he talked all about that evil and sin, but the only thing that possessed these qualities wasn't there in the crowd of pushed and chased from their homes people, but just next to her. She despised Frollo with every action that he made upon her, with every word of his, with every part of his body that she felt pressed onto her own. She quivered and desperately tried to move around as much as she could, with hope to escape his grip. Unfortunately to her that only resulted in Frollo closing even more the distance between them and she felt with panic the pressed hardening member of the judge onto her struggling body. Her desperate weak resist and the rubbing of their bodies, the feeling of her- helpless beneath him, excited Frollo even further. His heartbeat increased, and his talk now was interrupted with heavy, deep breaths:

"Indeed, it would have been so much simpler to burn you all alive, but was it not exactly your sobs and tears that prevented that perish fate of all of you? You chose, didn't you," he smirked. "Today I pardoned your life before all Paris, I SAVED YOU; you little witch, and is that how you are giving me your gratitude? Your life was doomed, but you chose to give it to me instead to the hands of the eternal fires, is that not right?" He was shaking her and pressing her even harder to the stone, which made her eyes fill with tears of pain, but she was determined not to show her weakness. She was still trying to escape him, but her tries were getting more and more hopeless.

"And I was kind enough to set free not only you, but all those vermin that you call your friends, wasn't I," he continued. "Look, Esmeralda, look! They are let to go on with their miserable lives thanks to you, but that could easily be change if you persist to disobey me. Do you understand, now," he tightened his hand around her neck expecting an answer. She didn't reply. "Answer me! Say how merciful I am; say how good I am, SAY IT!"

With great pain and resembling more like a sob than words, she replied: "Yes, you are." She saw him smirk next to her and felt his hand let go of the window frame.

"Very well, very well… The good deeds always need to be rewarded," he smirked and grabbed Esmeralda's robe and started lifting it up.

The thought of what was coming made him harden even more and he was sure now that the girl could feel it. Realizing what was happening the gypsy gathered all her left strengths and toughened the resist. She knew very well what she agreed to, but she still refused to give in to Frollo, and more importantly she was terrified by that thought. His hand had removed most of the cloth and was eagerly going all over her legs and inner thighs. He had lost all of his self control and was blissfully drowning into all the pleasures that every new push of her was giving him. The resisting and tightening legs made it even more stimulating to him. He felt the ache between his own legs and desperately desired to release it at once. His hand moved to his own clothes intending to uncover his male organ, but then he realized that the frantic movements of the girl had led them to very unsteady and dangerous position. They were both half out from the window, and her constant shifting was helping with making the situation even more risky and seriously threatening them to fall out. His one hand was still holding firmly her neck, but when he had directed the other away from the hold of the window frame, he had lost the control over the situation. Esmeralda was madly moving in every direction, her eyes were closed, and she was trying her best not to think of what Frollo was doing with her.

"Stupid girl!" the judge yelled, and as he got off her he found his balance and pulled Esmeralda and himself away from the window. He was still holding her for the neck when he barked into her year: "You wish to get us killed, but I shall not follow you so easy to hell, little which!" He pushed her with disgust and she collapsed on the floor. It had been a long day for her and her strengths were quickly leaving her. She remained on the floor, not changing her position, staring down and horrified by what more she would suffer that night. The judge gazed upon her, reassuring his dominance and calming a little bit. He sighed and looked automatically to the window. The last lights of the day had been long gone, leaving the shades of dark grey all over the city, but it wasn't completely dark yet. Frollo turned again to the frozen on the floor girl.

"Get on the bed," he said with silent, but harsh and cold voice. Esmeralda's heart, which had just regulated its beating, increased rapidly and shivers ran all over her. She didn't move.

"Believe me, my dear, it will be less painful for you if you do exactly what are you told. Now don't make me repeat myself," the threatening and yet incredibly calm voice with which he had just said these words made her stand and seat on the edge of the bed. Her face was still bent down and her heart was more frightened than ever before. She desperately wanted to escape him, to disobey every word of his, or at least to have enough strength to do him harm, but her conscious was all crying out not to. The inner pain, the debate whether to let herself to be raped, or to fight for her dignity and eventually to be killed along with her people, gave incredible pain to her. She felt as if she could barely breathe anymore. She snapped out of her dilemma just in time to see the judge who was standing right next to her and was reaching to her hair. He smirked as his fingers went through her dark locks and as he grabbed them firmly he pulled her hair back and closed his face to hers.

"You will look right at me; I want to see your face during every moment of it, do you understand me?" He pushed her back, forcing her to lay on the bed, and as he roll over her he made another deep and rough kiss. Her eyes filled up with tears, and she automatically closed them. He pulled her chin and as he was still very close to her he repeated: "I asked do you understand me?"

Her eyes opened and she looked at him with all the hatred that she could express: "Yes, I understand you," she said very quietly, but succeeded to sound less helpless than before.

"Good," he smirked, lifting himself off her and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Now, move yourself so you can lay more properly on the bed."

Silently she obeyed and after some moments, her head was on the pillows and Frollo was now near her legs. He patiently observed her and after she stopped moving he slid his hand over her leg. She shivered, which made him even more ecstatic. His hand continued going upwards, uncovering more and more of her legs. The judge thirstily moved again over her, as his hands lifted her entire skirt. She felt his member arousing between her bare thighs and she could not help, but to shrug and to raise her hands ready to push him off her. Frollo pressed on her harder, catching and pinning both of her hands above her. He breathed heavily into her ear:

"Don't move." For a moment he stared at her eyes, filled with disgust and fear, then his hands left hers and started to go down to her neck. He made another kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and slowly started to pull down the cloth from her breasts. Frollo interrupted the kiss and his face started to move down her neck. His hands uncovered one of her breasts as he stared at it with enlarged eyes and then he eagerly started to kiss and trace his tongue all over it. He roughly pulled off the remained piece of the robe and with heavy breaths and groans he was going all over her breasts. The ache between his legs increased and removing one of his hands from her nipple he slid it between their bodies and reached to his pants. Esmeralda cried silently and started to shrug violently, but this time he had caught her well and she couldn't do much. He just continued to pant as he felt her naked aggressive body beneath his own. He had finally reached the down part of his body and he pulled the yearning organ from his clothes. His breathes deepened and his heartbeat increased as his hand reached now between her legs. He looked at Esmeralda, whose eyes were now fixed on the ceiling and a tear was slipping along her cheek. He smirked and pushed one of her legs aside, feeling her with his bony fingers. She felt the cold metal from his rings onto her inner thighs and shivered. Frollo's head arouse from her bosom and he sneered with impatience:

"Look at me!" Without waiting any further, Esmeralda felt his body pressing even harder into her and panic ran all over her when she knew what will follow just in a moment. Frollo groaned and grabbed her even thither, as losing all other senses she left her numb body into his wishes.

A loud knock from the outside of the door snapped both the judge and the gypsy, making Frollo slightly jump off her.

"WHAT," he barked in anger, when realizing what had just happened.

"Minister Frollo…" an indecisive voice from a soldier outside the door was heard, as the man made an unsuccessful attempt to enter through the locked door.

"Do not lose my time with babbling, you idiot," the judge said now lifted above Esmeralda, holding firmly her hands. The girl remained frozen, but her eyes gave expression of life.

"It is concerning the vagabonds- the prisoners, sir. You have to take care of some documents, before they have been banished from the city."

"Idiot, you dare bother me in my privacy for some paper declarations! Can't you manage it on your own," he snarled, still not moving.

"No, sir, I mean… there is something else," the soldier sounded confused and indecisive.

"Speak up, then!"

"Well, you also have to arrange the move of the captain- I meant the traitor… the ex- captain, sir."

Esmeralda's heart got excited by only hearing of her beloved one and she trembled lively. This did not go unnoticed by the trapped her under his body judge, who turned his full with vice eyes towards her. His cold look made her sudden hope vanquish and she again felt the weight of despair.

"Very well then," Frollo started with low and authoritative voice, still looking straight at the gypsy's green eyes, "wait for me downstairs, I shall join you in a moment, and then I can take care of these… matters of concern, understood?"

"Yes, sir"

The judge heard the leaving away steps of the soldier, when he was with still fixed eyes on the girl. A mix of different emotions were all blurring his vision- at this moment he despised, loved, hated, desired and yearned the gypsy; he was jealous, excited, angry, unsecured and aroused. His face took the expression of all these, and with uptight grin he clutched Esmeralda's body with incredible force and without speaking pressed it as hard as he could to the bed. Doing so, he succeeded to part himself from her, and stepping on the floor he turned to the door, with his back on her. The pushed, bruised and almost entirely naked girl remained on the bed without moving, barely showing signs of life. Her eyes were full with tears, but she dared not to do anything further. The judge, still faced the door, breathed heavily, forcing himself to calm down and to retain some control over his body. After some moments, he started to fix his clothes, and as he put them in order he made a few more steps towards the door. He stopped and Esmeralda's breath stilled with fear that he might change his mind. He closed his eyes- his expression seemed as if he is debating over some painful dilemma. In a moment he sighed, hissing out in a just loud enough voice so that the girl could hear him:

"Patience," which word seemed to comfort him. Then he opened the door and left, leaving the gypsy frightened, hurt and naked behind him.