Against God [Under Edit And Hold]

Against God April 23 1829

Arthur cried out. He then gritted his teeth and glared at Francis with a flushed. Everything happened in a blur. He couldn't even tell where he was now.

He tried to talk but squeaked instead. " W-w-hat do you think..you're doing..?" He shivered. Francis grinned. " still have the nerve to talk..still got the will to fight!" He chuckled. "I like that in women and...men. " he licked his lips.

" Your disgusting!" Arthur spat. Bonnefroy merely laughed. Arthur scowled.

" What are you hoping to accomplish?" He dared to ask.
Francis looked up , as if in thought. " Seeing what makes you squirm." He answered with a evil smirk." Since the first time I've laid my eyes on you, I knew you weren't the easy type to crack. That all about to change now." Francis kissed the frightened nun's cheek. He then sexually massaged Arthur's chest with his hand.

Arthur was trembling. But he didn't move. Francis on the other had was calm and collected. That bastard! Arthur thought. He must have done this to many others before. That why..he's escaping! That's why he's here! To escape ..that must be it! And I'm his next..victim!
Francis still pinned Arthur's hands on the wall behind him and kept groping Arthur's chest.

Arthur squinted his tearful eyes and looked straight into Francis's mischievous ones. The frog smirk grew larger.
" Ohonhon, you are so very cute when you scared my little mouse." He teased and his face inched closer. Arthur could feel his stinking, hot breath blow on him with a hint of alcohol .
He coughed .

Arthur closed his eyes and turned away his head, exposing his neck. Francis leaned over and licked and kissed it. Arthur squirmed and Francis held on tighter. He then went to Arthur's ear and whispered.." Didn't I say I would call you ..? Arthur looked down and noticed , his legs, they were right underneath Francis's , who was directly on top of him.
If.. Arthur could just..

Arthur forced a fake, weak smile and said sarcastically , " nope. Didn't hear you. Frog!" He lifted up his leg and kicked hard through the Frenchman's crotch. The frog cried out in pain and fell to the floor. Arthur made a mad dash past him to the door. He put his hand on the handle and furiously shook it.
It was locked.

Arthur was so scared and his head ran through all his prayers. Father Christ ! He pleaded. Please help me ! I am but a lowly servant to weak to fight in its own! Help ! Help !!!" Arthur yelled out loud , " God Help me!!" He was pounding on the door with his fists and screamed.

A hand came over his mouth and an arm around his waist. Arthur struggled , waving his legs and arms wildly and screaming, but all his pleads came out as Mmphs! . He hands were ripped off the door handle. He tried digging his nails deep within the hand which was placed over his mouth. No luck.

Finally he was thrown onto the bed with Francis on top of him. He still had a hand over Arthur's mouth but the other was on his legs to keep them from thrashing about.

Francis grinned . " You bitch. What a nasty trick to play on a guest . " his eyes had evil on them, with dirty intentions, and his grin into a scowl.
" did you honestly think he'd come for you?"

Arthur forced himself looked right up at him. " what ?"

Francis looked around the room. " This..God..of your yours. " he looked back into Arthur's scared eyes. " He's not real."
" how absurd !" Yelled Arthur. " He shall have his wrath upon you for capturing me !" He threatened.

Francis just sighed as if he was annoyed. He sat up and ran his hands through his hair, still sitting on top of Arthur. " Tell me, you stupid nun, who gave you to me?" Arthur was baffled and confused.

" That's right!You believe it's this so-called God of yours! How ridiculous! If such a man actually exists, why are you here..alone and scared? Wouldn't he have come and saved you by now? Wouldn't he gave you friends and a woman to love? Wouldn't he have gave you a life full of luxury and happiness? No! He hates you! He's not even real."

Arthur eyes despite, were filled with tears. They streamed down his cheeks. He absorbed what the man was saying. It was true. All of it. Arthur just didn't wan to believe it. No..no..I can't..let him get to me. I must..hope..oh God , if you are really there ..please .save me! Save ME!!

" Aww" Francis cooed. He wiped Arthur's cheek with his slender fingers. . " I made my little girl cry." Arthur whimpered and shook his head around wildly. He refused to open his eyes. It's okay..it can't get much more worse than this..

Francis then leaned closer and put his hand on Arthur's collar. With a violent tug he ripped the front half of the dress, exposing Arthur's chest. Arthur cried out and squeezed his eyes shut. Francis's eyes grew wide with mad pleasure and leaned his face closer and began tenderly kissing. Kissing quickly turned into biting. Arthur could even feel Francis's hand going up his skirt. Oh my god !! It's Happening..no..this can't be...God..why ..why .have your forsaken me?!
Crying now , Arthur screamed " FATHER ALFRED!! SAVE MEEE!!"
CRASH.
Francis stopped what he was doing and sat up , looking at the door in astonishment. Arthur cranked his neck in time to see the locked door, lying on the ground, its hinges busted open.

Father Alfred stood in the doorway, adjusting his glasses.