God Sent Gypsy

Male Esmeralda/Reader - Purity Amongst Outcasts Part 2 (Fin)

Once back home, you knew there was no way you would have the courage or the ability to climb back up the vines to the top of your balcony. You sighed and felt depression wash over you. Droplets of warm tears cascaded down your cheeks and off of your chin. You were going to be in so much trouble. You should of have had never left to begin with but Esmeraldo made the world outside seem so tempting. You knew you had no choice in the matter, the guards would see you and they would inform your father immediately. You just had to prepare yourself the beating that was defiantly going to be worse since you already disobeyed him for the same incident.

You kept your head hanging low as you gradually went to the front doors where two guards were on post. They saw you and immediately looked at one another in shock. You didn't want to have to deal with them scolding you. Your father's scolding would be enough. You mutter an apology to them before entering on inside. You went directly for your room where you belonged. Opening the door, you stepped inside your room and went over to your bed. You visualize Esmeraldo crouched there on your bed with that gorgeous white smile of his. You knew you could never see his face again. It pained you deep inside, making you feel deeply depressed. You changed into more modest clothing and laid down on your bed and took a pillow and cried into it. How you wish you could be crying in the arms of Esmeraldo but you knew your place.

You lay there praying to God that he could show you mercy for what is to come. You laid there feeling emotionally drained and just tried from crying your eyes out. You lay there until you eventually fall asleep. It didn't last very long though when your door slammed open after only a half an hour of sleep. You groggily look up and yelp when your father grabs a chunk of your hair and forces you to stand up. You immediately start to panic as you saw the freighting look in his narrow eyes. "Disobey me once is deplorable but disobey me twice only proves one thing to me." Frollo hissed as he forced you close to him as he still had your hair hostage. You whimpered as he leaned in and began to say harshly, "I cannot trust you alone any longer. From now on you are to NEVER leave this room! Not unless I permit it! I'm going to station guards at your front door. I don't know how you escaped without my knowing but it is going to stop right here and now." Frollo brought up his hand and slapped you hard across the face.

"I-I'm sorry, Father. I-I don't deserve y-your forgiveness..."

"You don't deserve anything at all! Would you prefer I stick you in the bell tower like Quasimodo!? Would that be the only way to not disobey me!?"

"N-no, father!" You pleaded and could only whimper as he shoves you away from him roughly. You stumble backwards and almost fall on your behind. His eyes were narrow slits that were brimming with contained fury. You knew what was coming next. It was inevitable as any other time. You watch him as he takes out the small whip that you hated with every fiber of your being. You couldn't help it as you poorly attempt to try and run to the other corner of the room away from him. He came taking steps nearing you before you were cornered. "P-please don't...-" You were cut off as he cracks the whip right at you. You scream and fall down to your knees as he towers over you threateningly. "Please Father! Don't do this to me!' You begged but saw no mercy in Frollo's eyes as he began whipping you over and over again. This time it was much worse than the beating before. He was able to draw blood this time after a good few whips on your body. Your face had been hit and you had a red swollen line on your face that was now bleeding. Your Father usually stopped when he drew blood but this time he was serious.

He kept whipping you for a good minute and all you could do was sit there and take it as you sobbed for him to stop. Once he saw more blood spill, he finally stopped. "Look what you make me have to do to you, (Y/n). If only, you would stop trying to rebel. The outside world is wicked with vice. Such purity will not be tainted."