The Love We Share
Esme stood on the platform, the weight of the world seemingly upon
her shoulders. Surrounded by bundles of dry sticks waiting to be lit
on fire, there was nothing she could do except hope for a miracle.
Phoebus, that monster, that fiend, that sex crazed dirty
jerk... it was his entire fault. He could not see her reasoning for not
wanting to let him have his way with her. She was not a whore. So for
not fulfilling his desires, he had her imprisoned. Imprisoned and then
tied to a pyre. She already knew where this would lead. She knew that
Phoebus was planning on killing her if she did not abide to his wants.
Esme knew she had to prepare herself for the burning. It was going to
be the most intense pain she had ever experienced. The licking of
flames upon her body, the smoke that made her eyes water and her lungs
gasp for air, were things she was not looking foreword to. But rather
that then spend a lifetime of misery with him... Why not just suffer
this one day instead of suffer sixty years?
Esme hoped the smoke would kill her first. She would rather leave
the world through suffocation rather than through being burned alive.
Phoebus now climbed the stairs to be atop the platform. In his
hand was a torch. The torch that would ultimately result in her death.
"Esme, my dear." he began in a mocking tone, "This is the last
chance you have to escape death. If you do not wish to please me, I
will set you in fire.". He said it so bluntly. So casually. It
outraged her how little her life meant to him. She was nothing more
than a toy to him. He had never loved her. Never. Even when he said
he did it was all a lie. And now he was the one yelling at her like
this was her fault? Where was the sense in this man?
Still waiting for a reply from her, she raised her head to meet
his eyes. They held nothing except greed and lust. She had revulsion
nearly rolling off of her at this man. No. He was never going to win.
She would not succumb and give him what he so dearly longed for.
"You will never have me as your own. I will never abide to your
wishes. You think of me as a whore with no soul and no feelings. But
I do. And I will never give myself to you, you idiotic, unmerciful
jerk!" she screamed at him in his face.
As soon as she finished she saw the rage ignite in his eyes in
disbelief. She was really willing to be burned to death before having
"You witch!". He bellowed. "I will have my way with you whether
you like it or not!". He quickly untied her and pulled her by the hair
down the platform stairs and into a little cottage.
"You think you have won," he said in a malicious voice. "you
think I will not have what I want. But I will. I will.". He then
pulled her to the bed and tore all of her clothes from her body before
doing the same to his.
Esme turned her head from him as if to protect her eyes.
Phoebus then climbed on top of her and held his hand to her neck.
"Listen you gypsy whore, you will please me, do you understand?"
Esme remained silent.
His grip on her tightened, probably leaving bruises. She almost
could not breath. All she could manage was a slight movement of the
head in a foreword manner.
He then claimed her lips. She tried not to yell and scream at her
disgust with this man. He roamed all over her body with one of his
hands as the other was still gripped upon her throat. When a certain
something brushed her thigh she yelped out in disgust.
"Shut up you wench! Do not make a sound!" he slapped her across
the face removing his hand from her neck. Then he returned to putting
his member between her legs. Tears began spilling over her eyes as he
put himself deeper and deeper into her.
Phoebus moaned in satisfaction, putting his hands on her breasts.
Esme was completely at his mercy and there was nothing she could
do. If she screamed, who would hear her? If someone heard her, who
would listen? Who would think she was being attacked by the captain of
the guard? No one would believe her anyway.
And a startling realisation was, he was never going to kill her.
She could not escape from this Hell unless she took her own life. And
right about now...it did nit seem like a bad idea. But would he ever
leave her alone long enough for her to carry out her plans of self
infliction? Probably not. He would always have someone watching her
making sure she never tried anything funny.
More tears came with this thought. She cried to hard that she was
soaking Phoebus's shoulder. But he was so distracted that he took to
care to notice.
He was busy coming in an out of her like there was no tomorrow.
He moaned and groaned pressing himself even harder against her. That
was when she felt something about to happen. The knew he was about to
release something inside of her. She felt her stomach drop. How could
she avoid this from happening?
She pushed on his chest slightly as if to get him away.
He paused for a moment, breathing heavily and his eyes wild with
"Shut up! Shut up now!". He punched her stomach sending intense
pain all through her body.
She screamed at the pain only to be punched again. And again
repeatedly u till there was no part of that remained unscathed.
But she kept telling herself that it was better than being
poisoned by his seed.
"Stupid girl!" he said. "You do not even know how to
participate!". He got up from her and put his clothes back on.
Esme felt relief wash through her as he covered himself up. He
stepped outside for a moment and whispered something to one of the
guards he had posted.
"Make sure she does not leave this house. If I come back and she
is gone, you will be dead.". And hen jumped on his horse and rode away.
Esme was in immense pain. Every single part of her body ached.
She felt blood trickle from the side of her head.
Looking out the window through hazy eyes, she saw there were two
guards on either side of the door. There was but one window in the
tiny one room cottage, but she doubted it would be big enough for her
to fit through.
She dreaded the thought of him coming back. She knew that he only
brought with him pain and hurt. Nothing that could make her feel happy.
So she lay there on the bed, bleeding, naked, and in terrible
pain. She was dozing in and out of consciousness. All she could
remember whispering to herself was, "Please Lord, oh God Almighty in
heaven, please help me. Please help me..." over and over again, before
she passed out into the darkness.