Gloomy cold camera. The rays of the sun barely penetrated into the small lattice hole, illuminating only a small angle, which was covered with cobwebs. From the damp on the walls, mold actively multiplied and its smell made the air acrid ... Esmeralda reclined on rough sackcloth, her shin after the Spanish Boot swelled, and the executioner apparently dislocated the joint. Her dress turned into a ragged dirty rag and the feeling of cold did not leave the skin, the damp moldy air did not allow to breathe normally, the constant feeling of hunger did not suck any more, but it burned under the spoon.

“The last 24 hours ... How long have I been here? For what? What have I done to this ugly man? Rather, tomorrow, I can’t take it anymore. ”From these thoughts, tears came to my eyes, which blocked the flow of oxygen in my throat.

Behind the door, heard lazy footsteps, as if the predator was slowly approaching a hunted victim. Creak bolt. A dark tall figure in a long hooded robe appeared in the doorway, there was a candle in her hand, from the light of which the gypsy closed her eyes involuntarily.

“Come with me,” a man’s voice seemed familiar to her. The stranger handed her his dry skeleton brush with thin long fingers. Gypsy, leaning on the wall, slowly got up, trying to carry the main weight on a healthy leg.

- Who you are? She asked, carefully approaching him.

- Do not need questions, give a hand. - hard cut off the stranger.

“Maybe this is someone from the Miracle Court? Maybe they will save me ... “- the hope flashed in her head and she gently put her little hand into the open hand of the stranger. Immediately, his fingers clutched at her palm like a death grip and he promptly dragged her along. Because of her sore feet, the gypsy did not have to go, but almost jumped after him, but he still walked too fast.

- Can you go faster? He asked irritably.

“My leg, I cannot step on it,” the gypsy voice trembled with tears.

- So what? Can you still suffer? The man snapped irritably and grabbed her wrist, squeezing so tightly that the girl’s hand began to go numb.

The man stopped abruptly and the gypsy flew into him, groaning in pain. Silence broke his deaf laugh. No, he did not lead her out of the prison dungeon. Around it was just as dark damp and cold. There was a clang of keys, a heavy door creaked open.

“Please, only after you, madam,” he pulled her hand and almost threw her into the room, closing the door behind him from the inside.

There was absolute darkness in the room, a candle that a man barely lit the threshold, but the gypsy realized that the room was not empty, it smelled of wood, iron and leather. The man began to light candles around the perimeter and the girl's eyes were opened with frightening objects: various lashes, ropes, instruments of torture hung on the stand. In the center was a cross with chains for fixing arms and legs. The girl shivered, she so frightenedly studied the surrounding interior, that she completely forgot about who dragged her court.

- Like? - his breath burned her neck. In surprise, she screamed and jumped away from him, but the dislocated leg could not bear the load and the gypsy fell on the floor in front of him. He was still standing with the hood pulled down over his face, and from his mouth he heard a quiet, evil laugh.

- Who you are? What you need? - she tried to get up.

“Let me help,” he abruptly grabbed her tangled hair and made her stand up.

- It hurts me, let go! Shouted the gypsy.

Not paying attention, he dragged her to the cross. Grabbing his wrist, the stranger tightly wrapped him with a cold chain. The gypsy did not have the strength to resist, he only breathed convulsively, shedding tears. A minute later, she stood with her legs and arms wide apart.

“Fine,” said the torturer in satisfaction. He stood in front of her and slowly pulled the hood back. Esmeralda was hot, she remembered. Frollo! It was he who ruined her whole life, having no reason for it. Hate blood was boiling.

- You! Ugly priest! What is holy in you? - anger gave her strength and she screamed it into his face.

He raised an eyebrow a little and smirked.

- You are right, there is nothing sacred in me, but san gives me unlimited power over such as you. - he gently ran his hand over her cheek.

- Do not dare to touch me! - the gypsy hissed, trying to move away from him. “It's because of you. I'm here, it's because of you. They'll hang me tomorrow!” - she screamed so that hoarseness was heard in her voice.

The archdeacon bowed his head to the side and, laughing, watched her helpless lunges.

“Shh, don't scream,” he put his index finger to her lips, and the gypsy woman immediately bit him. He pulled back his hand and grabbed her chin, putting his thumb in her mouth. He squeezed his jaw so hard that the gypsy's lower lip was bleeding.

- bite, yes? - his cruel gray eyes pierced the victim with a withering gaze.

From pain, Esmeralda whined and the archdeacon released his jaw. Seeing the blood on his swollen lower lip, he bent his face towards her, to which she abruptly turned away from him. Smirk. Wicked. A mocking ruthless grin spread across his face. The archdeacon took her by the hair and turned to himself, forcing her to throw her head back.

- Are you stubborn, right? He whispered softly into her ear, licking blood from her swollen lip, and watching how angry and disgust her face was becoming.

- Damn you! She whispered, the forces leaving her again.

- Baby, I have been cursed for a long time.

Frollo straightened up and took a step back. Now he stood and looked at her with interest, sometimes delaying his gaze on something. Clear cheekbones, cold gray eyes, thin lips, black hair falling down to the shoulders, in the fiery glare of candles he looked like a demon.

- Want to stay alive? The archdeacon asked, not stopping to drill with her gaze. His voice was so distant, as if it were a matter of nothing.

“Leave me, all I want is to be away from you, and even if the only way to save yourself from you is to die, then so be it.”

“Why are you,” the archdeacon clenched her throat, “so can I strangle you right now?” Day more days less m? - he squinted slightly and watched the reaction.

Esmeralda froze and looked up at him full of hatred. The priest did not expect to see such resistance, for all the time he never saw and did not feel fear, and even now, being close to death, she is not afraid of him. Not a bit. He brought his face close to hers and whispered right in her ear, burning her with breath.

- I could ask the judge for pardon for you, but in return you will be with me, behind the scenes of course. I promise, you will not regret, you will risk? - his lips barely noticeable touched the girl's ear. Then he let go of her and straightened up, waiting for an answer.

The gypsy swung her head, removing naughty hair from her face and spat into the archdeacon's face.

- Here is my answer to you, punk

Two voiced slaps from different sides created a hum in the head, similar to a long bell-ringing. He roughly grabbed her hair and threw her head back as much as possible, forcing her to curl toward her.

“Well, then don't even dream about the gallows, they'll burn you.” And you know what? I myself, with great pleasure, will light the flame that will turn you into ashes, witch, ”he hissed in her face.

The archdeacon abruptly let her go and went to the door, not intending to free her from the chains.

“See you tomorrow,” the last thing Esmeralda heard before losing consciousness.

Wake up the witch, today the verdict will be executed - the rude voice of the guard made her open her eyes. She regained consciousness in her not so alien chamber and could not understand whether she was having a nightmare or did he come to her anyway. The guard splashed cold water on her.

- Put it on, - he threw her a long white shirt for two - three sizes larger and went out, locking the door with a bolt.

Girl indifferently changed her clothes. Finally it will all end ...

The bolt creaked and he entered the camera. In a long black robe with thin red stripes on the edges.

“Back me up,” he demanded imperiously.

Esmeralda indifferently executed the order.The priest firmly tied her hands and pressed her fragile body close to his, his other hand he gently took her by the neck.

- So what? Choose to burn? - His hot breath burned his shoulders.

- I'd rather burn, than even a moment I spend next to you.

Malicious chuckle.

“As you wish, witch.”

The archdeacon dug into her hand above the elbow and led him along.

On Grevskaya Square was full of people. Everyone was stunned, but as soon as they envied the tall figure of Frollo leading the tied gypsy, there was silence on the square. On the scaffold for the hanged men around the pole, on which was supposed to be a rope, dry branches were laid in a circle. Esmeralda was hot.

Frollo led the girl to the post and tied her hands to him. He gently ran his hand over her cheek, to which she abruptly dodged.

- I'm sorry, goodbye witch, I can not forget you for a long time.

The executioner brought him a burning torch. The archdeacon, looking into her eyes, winked and, with an evil grin, threw the torch into a mountain of dry branches.

The gypsy woman closed her eyes, it was getting hotter and hotter around, she heard the branches burst as the flames inflamed by the wind and his tongues were about to sting her. Suddenly, she felt that the floor had gone from under her feet and she was rapidly falling down. Someone caught her in his arms and tightly gagged his mouth with a handkerchief soaked in some kind of sharp liquid. She heard a piercing female cry and her mind left her ...

P. S. I do not know whether to continue, somehow dry and crumpled in my opinion turned out. Thanks for the comments.