Hope (closed)

[heartofcourage]

Francois had married her the first chance he got. It was a beautiful little ceremony in the field of lilies with Papa Auguste as their witness. Vivianne cried when she said I do and she couldn’t believe that her fortune had changed so much for the better. Francois looked so handsome in his dark suit and she wore the dress of yellow that he seemed to favor so much.

He took her on a grand tour of Europe for the honeymoon, showing her sights that she would have never guessed exhisted. The beauty of ancient structures had her in awe and each night she showed her appreciation of her husband by taking them both to the heavens and back. She never wanted for anything. He showered her with gifts even after she told him that she did not need such frivolous things.

She had been surprised to learn that Francois had purchased Monsieu De Gaulle’s Cabaret. She was even more surprised when he tore it down, leaving the place that she so hated nothing but a pile of rubble that no man could salvage. She had clung to him as workers tore down walls, breaking apart the dirty little place until there was nothing left. She thanked him with a simple kiss on the cheek and he knew just how grateful she was.

It had been almost six months since their marriage and Vivianne had begun to feel ill. She assumed it was just a cold since the snows had started to fall on the farmlands that surrounded them. It was a few weeks after that, just before Christmas, that she discovered the reason for the illness and she couldn’t help the silly little smile that crossed her face. Oh, she certainly had a Christmas gift that Francois would enjoy very much!

It was a cold afternoon, thick snow falling outside the window pane as Vivianne curled beneath her thick covers. She had taken to feeling unwell, her stomach tumbling viciously as she wished Francois were there. He always made her feel better. She let out a small sigh and then heard the door open and boots walk across the carpet covered floor.

“Francois?” She called out, lifting her head off the pillow to see her husband. “Join me?” She asked him, laying her head back down and sighing again as her stomach tossed and turned.

 

[deilweg]

Francois heard Vivianne call him from her bed. She had been sickly for a few weeks now and he was getting a bit worried, what with his mother and father dead because an illness. He was a bit concerned when she called him to be with her in the bed. He got out of the boots and threw the thick woolen coat he was wearing on to a nearby chair and got into the bed with her. He put his head in the nearby pillow and turned to face her.

He gave her a quick kiss on her lips.

“What is it my darling?” he asked with a tinge of concern. “Are you alright?”

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne sighed softly as he pressed a kiss to her lips. She snuggled up against his warm body and nodded, the sweet scent of sandalwood filling her senses. She loved simply lying in his arms, enjoying the warmth of his body as he held her close.

“I’m fine, Francois.” She said softly, her eyes drifting close as he held her tightly. “Just tired. Lie with me for a while?” She asked him, the crackling of a fire filling the silence between them as she simply rested.

Francois was incredibly loving and understanding with her. She could tell that he was concerned and she felt bad for keeping her secret from him, but part of her really wanted to wait until Christmas to tell him. He would be patient but if she grew worse she knew that he would call for a doctor. Papa Auguste had already mentioned as such to her, expressing his own concerns at her pale pallor and morning sickness.

“You promised me a sleigh ride tonight.” She changed the subject, her eyes opening and looking towards him with a wide grin on her face. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that we could go.”

She pressed a kiss to his lips, sighing softly as she felt his hands caressing her hair and her neck. Her sickness was forgotten as his hands trailed to the ribbon that held her nightgown together, untying it and baring her slightly fuller breasts to the cool air of the room. She looked at him with a smile and blushed.

“Again, Francois? You had me already this morning before you left.” She blushed deeper at the way he looked at her body.

 

[deilweg]

“Ah, mon cherrie (Ah, my darling)” he said, making it as sensual sounding as possible “I can never have enough of you.”

He gave her a full long kiss on her lips. “Besides, what better sleigh in the world than me for you to ride” he continued with a twinkle in his eyes.

He slid down to her breasts and started kissing her on both breasts and sucked on her nipples. He felt they have grown a bit, but never complained about it. His hand slid down to her thighs. “You can never get such pleasure from riding any other sleigh” he said as he slid his hands between her legs and touched her now wet pussy.

He abruptly stopped his hands and his kisses. “Well, if you don’t want this sleigh, then I can stop” he said with a mock gesture of disinterest.

 

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Vivianne sighed and accepted the long kiss that her husband gave her, his hands warmly caressing her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer as his warm body pressed against hers. She was already breathing heavier when he pulled away and joked about the sleigh ride he had promised her.

“But you promised a real one.” She said, a pretty pout upon her lips as her eyes brightened with laughter. “And I thought my husband was a man of his word.”

She moaned at the last word, his head dipping to kiss and caress her breasts and nipples. They had certainly grown larger in the past few weeks and they were much more sensitive. She could feel moisture pooling between her thighs, his searching hand sliding up her leg until he caressed her pussy. She whimpered and arched against him as he pulled the hem of her nightgown higher until she was exposed to him.

“Don’t stop, Francois.” She begged, her hazy eyes looking at him with deep lust. “You tease me too much, husband. You will leave your wife much dissatisfied.” A grin split her face, her lips searching out his again to show him just how much she wanted his body.

 

[deilweg]

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you dissatisfied, love” he said, his hand still pleasuring her pussy. He slid out of the bed without breaking his stare into her eyes.

He took off his shirt and threw it away to a corner of the room. He did the same with his trousers. He watched her closely as he slid off his underwear and let it drop to the floor.

He climbed into the bed and moved close to her.

“How can I not feel the need to satisfy my beautiful wife?” he whispered to her, his hands reaching for her body. He slid even more closer to her, his leg slipped between hers and he moved his foot up until it reached the place between her knees.

He gave her a gentle kiss.

He found her left hand resting on his chest. He squeezed it gently and guided it down his body to his now erect cock. He wrapped her hand around his cock and encouraged her to stroke it.

“I can never stop making love to you, my darling.” he whispered into her ear as he felt his breath becoming erratic as he felt her hand gently stroking his cock. “You are my passion and my body is for you” he continued, as he found her lips with his. He bit her lower lip gently, waiting for her to use his body like he always liked her to use it.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne sighed as his fingers continued to caress her wet flesh and she writhed upon her sheets. She grinned as he mentioned he would never leave her dissatisfied. When he pulled his fingers away, she watched as he took off his clothes and whimpered in hot need as she caught sight of his hard erection.

He had never left her dissatisfied in all the months they’d been together. He wasn’t that kind of man, she thought to herself as he crawled back to her, his hands skimming over her skin as his hair roughened thigh slipped between her thighs and rubbed against her sensitive flesh.

“Ooo…Francois.” She cooed as he gave her a gentle kiss and took the palm she’d pressed against his chest and placed it around his cock.

She gently stroked the hard flesh, a smile on her face as he whispered against her ear, his breathing erratic and heavy. She loved driving him crazy in new and wonderful ways. It made her feel powerful and erotic. She could have such a hold over him, literally, and he willingly gave her that opportunity.

Moaning as his lips found hers again, she melted into his embrace, her body pressing up against his until her breasts were pressed firmly to his warm chest. She sighed, his lips nipping her lower lip and teasing her beyond belief.

“I have a secret, Francois.” She words slipped from her mouth as she stroked his cock faster, her grip on his hard flesh firm and just the way he liked it.

 

[deilweg]

Francois looked into her eyes intensely as she stroked his cock and told him of a secret she wishes to tell him. He tried to focus on what she was saying, but found it very difficult with her hands giving him the kind of pleasure he loved. His head swimming but keen to know what she has to say he opened his half closed eyes and looked into hers.

"What is it my darling?" He asked, still trying hard to focus on her words.

 

[heartofcourage]

“I will not tell you.” She said with a coy smile as she continued to stroke his hard cock.

Her phrase was teasing, telling him that he would have to work to get her secret out of her. She had done the same to him when they were younger and he had asked small favors of her. Like the time he’d asked for a kiss and she’d sweetly told him no. Or the day when he’d asked to see her breasts and she’d told him no with a sly grin and run away from him.

Vivianne pushed him over onto his back, kneeling over him. She pulled her nightgown all the way from her body, leaving her sleek and more rounded curves open for his hot gaze. She smiled at Francois as he stared at her body, appreciating what he saw as she crawled between his thighs and nuzzled against the hard cock that was throbbing in the open air.

“You will never have my secrets, Francois.” She said as she kissed the head of that beautiful cock and then took it into the wet depths of her mouth. She loved the sounds of pleasure that he made and she loved making him lose control.

 

[deilweg]

Francois threw his head backwards when he felt her tongue and her mouth playing magic on his cock.

"What.." he whimpered in pleasure "..is..the..secret?" he pleaded with her. "Please! tell me"

"Dont torture me so much.." he moaned. He felt his hand move down and his fingers digging into her hair.

He guided her head in the rhythm with which her mouth was sucking on his cock.

"Oh! Please Vivienne!" he cried. "Tell me.."

 

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Vivianne grinned around the length of his cock, her tongue and mouth working in perfect harmony. She loved the way that he cried out and whimpered. She loved the way that he begged her. She had never been with a man that allowed her such power and it was one of the reasons that she loved Francois so very much.

She shook her head no again as she felt his fingers curl in her unbound hair and she let him move her in a rhythm that he liked. She fingers were caressing his thighs up and down as she bobbed her head. She wanted him to cum. She wanted that salty taste upon her lips and that was the only thing she was concerned about at the moment.

 

[deilweg]

"God, Vivienne.." Francois moaned. "You are such a tease!" he said. He felt his heart pounding, a bit of sweat gathering around the base of his hair, the muscles on his legs stretching, his breath quickening and his head swimming.

What he was feeling was indescribable to him. All he could do was moan and writhe under her tongue.

But by God, he didn't want it stop. There was something extremely erotic for him to release himself inside her mouth or her pussy and he wanted that sensation again.

He pushed his hips upwards to meet her long strokes with her mouth. He pushed his cock as deep as he could. He wanted his cock deep inside her mouth. He wanted her to taste every drop of him inside her mouth.

He lunged upwards with a final push and came inside her.

"Vivianne!" he cried as he unloaded everything inside his body into her mouth. "Oh! my God!" he moaned. "I love you so much."

He waited for everything to be drained from him before he pulled her up to her face and kissed her on her lips, his hands squeezing her breasts and her nipples while his body shuddered to find it's balance.

"Is this one of your secrets?" he said trying to laugh while being breathless.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne kept her mouth latched to his cock as she heard Francois’s breathless cries and words. She loved the way that she drove him wild. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft as he pumped into her. She moaned around his cock as he lunged once more and came inside of her with a sudden rush.

Vivianne looked up at him, a smile on her face as she drank his cum, carefully cleaning his cock when she was done. She loved the taste of him, salty and bit bitter, but completely Francois. She placed kisses to his hips before he pulled her up his body and she found his lips with her own.

She whimpered as he found her fully breasts, squeezing her nipples with his fingers as she shivered and writhed on top of him. She was breathless when they pulled away from the kiss, her breath matching his as each of them tried to find balance.

“Perhaps it’s part of my secret.” She said in a soft voice, moaning again as her eyes closed and she pressed her breasts more firmly against his palms. “But I will never reveal my secrets to you. Not until you take me on that sleigh ride.” She smiled down at her husband as the cheeky grin covered her features and she kissed him once more.

 

[deilweg]

Francois slept through the night that day completely satisfied with his arms around Vivienne. When he woke up he had an idea. The snow fall late last night had covered the green grass around his house with a white sheet.

Fresh snow is always the most beautiful sight to see, and he could see it out of the big window in front of his bed. He gently stroked Viviennes hand while she was asleep - devising a plan to surprise her. He looked over and saw her sleeping tight, her bare breasts rising and falling with her steady breathing.

He slid from under the covers, quickly put on his shirt and trousers and slipped out of the room. He went downstairs and had a quick chat with Papa Auguste to arrange for a ride in the morning soon after breakfast. He would be pushing the sleigh with Vivienne sitting in it. He wanted it to be private and it will be downhill from one of the little hills in his estate by the frozen lake.

He slipped upstairs into this room and saw Vivienne was still sleeping. He undressed quietly and slid into the bed and snuggled up to Vivienne as she moaned, turned around and put her arms around him.
Francois watched her, kissed her gently on her lips and laid back on his pillow - waiting for her to wake up.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne slept peacefully in Francois’s arms that evening. She loved being next to him and his warmth, basking in his love. He made absolutely everything better for her. She sighed as she felt him get out of bed, his warmth leaving her. Her eyelids fluttered briefly before she fell back into peaceful sleep.

She woke some time later and Francois had returned, snuggling against her. She moaned and turned to face him, her arms wrapping around his neck and drawing him closer. His lips on hers made her sigh and she soon opened her eyes and looked at him with a small smile.

“I’m happy you’re here today. You’ve been so busy lately.” She said softly, her nose nuzzling against his cheek before she pressed her lips to the skin.

 

[deilweg]

"Are you awake, my love?" asked Francois and saw Vivienne nod her head. "Get ready, I have what you have been asking me." he said with a smile.

"We are going to ride a sleigh." he said "Just you and me."

Francois got out of the bed to get ready and take a bath, leaving Vivienne to wake out of her slumber. He walked out of the bathroom drying himself with a towel, naked when he saw Vivienne just about waking up and sitting on the bed.

"Glad to see you are awake. Quickly, get ready. We have our breakfast and we are off to enjoy some snow. The day is bright for us." he said prompting her to wake up

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne smiled at her husband as he acted like an excited child. She loved when he was filled with youthful enthusiasm. She stretched and rubbed her eyes, watching as he reentered the room naked and fresh from his bath. Her mouth went dry as she saw his magnificent cock and suddenly she was warring between sinking to her knees and pleasuring him or going on the sleigh ride she wanted so dearly.

“Toast and tea only for me, my love.” She said as she sat up in bed, telling him what she wanted for breakfast. She was surprised that her stomach wasn’t rolling with nausea that morning, but she would take it as a blessing and not tempt fate. ‘Although, I could find something else to sate my hunger.” She said with a smile as she reached out and stroked his cock with her fingers.

The look in his eyes had her giggling as she moved away from him and began pulling on warm clothing. She started first with her undergarments, knowing that he was watching every movement that she made. She looked over her shoulder at him with a sultry look, daring him to take her in any way that he wanted. He had the self control to make her wait, but she loved the moments when he threw caution to the wind and made love to her in a fast and brutal way.

“Would you help me with my corset?” She asked innocently as she pressed the stiff garment to her chest and presented him with the very enticing view of her pert ass encased in her silken pantaloons and her back covered in the nearly transparent chemise.

 

[deilweg]

Francois looked into her eyes when she touched his cock. He could see she wanted him, and nothing aroused him more than to feel wanted like that by her.

His cock immediately hardened at her touch. Hardened even more when she stripped off her gown and put on her underwear tantalizingly.

He knew when she wanted him to fuck her and today she was lovingly looking at him for it. He could never resist her looking at him like that, and he knew better than to make her wait.

He walked to her, with his cock still hard, and gently ran his fingers down her back through her negligee. His fingers reached an inch above her buttocks and waited. He slipped one of his fingers down the gentle elastic that kept her panties on her hips and traced it around her waist.

The snow can wait, he thought, as his finger found the top of the slit running through her two lovely buttocks. He slipped his finger deeper between her buttocks. He felt her panties obstructing his finger going further down. He threw caution to the wind, and took his finger out with a quick jerk. He slipped it through the side of her panties so he has easy access to her pussy.

His finger brushed against the lips of her pussy and found them warm and throbbing. He slipped his finger between her lips and found the place was wet. He knew she was waiting for his cock.

He roughly pulled the corset out of her hands and threw it aside. He pulled the negligee of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He pressed himself against her back, his hard cock pressing against her buttocks. He kissed her on her shoulders, and seeking her breasts with her hands he squeezed them hard.

“Snow..” he kissed her on her shoulder “..can..” he kissed her on her neck “...wait..” he kissed her again. “I am going to fuck you hard! I know you want it”. He said biting into her neck.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne moaned as she felt her husband’s fingers stroking down her back and into her pantaloons. She wiggled her ass at him as he traced his fingers along the crack of her ass, another moan escaping her lips as he traced over her hip to her already wet pussy. She tipped her head back as he slipped his fingers between her lips and stroked her pulsing clit for a moment before his hands were removed and she whimpered.

Gasping as the corset was yanked out of her hands, she turned her head to look at him. She shivered as his fingers slipped her chemise off her shoulders, pushing it to the floor until she was only clothed in the thin protection over her sex. She shivered as he pressed against her, his cock pressing intimately to her ass as his hands reached to cup her breasts.

She let out a loud moan as he played with them roughly, his hands pinching and pulling at her nipples in the most delicious way. She whimpered as he kissed her shoulder and then her neck, his teeth sinking into her flesh as he murmured just what he was going to do to her.

“I’m your whore, Francois. Your dirty slut.” She whispered back to him, her body trembling as his fingers continued to pull on her nipples. “Show me how you treat a whore.”

 

[deilweg]

Francois paused when he heard the word “whore” from her mouth. A million images streamed from somewhere from behind his mind to his eyes. He remembered how many whores he fucked when he first heard of Vivienne getting married to someone else. He remembered how many whores he fucked the night his father died.

He imagined a handsome man giving her, her first sex - his hard cock pushing into her virgin pussy. His hands unconsciously tightened their grip on her tender breasts when the images swimmed through his head. He imagined a million men’s hands touching her while she moaned and writhed in pleasure. A thousand men taking turns on her pussy as she begged for more.

He inadvertently closed his eyes, a scream rose from his chest and escaped his mouth as a whimper.

“Whore!” - that word turned him into a beast and an angry one at that. A beast wanting the woman in front of her to be controlled, to be hurt, to be fucked until his anger dies out or his heart stops

He pushed her roughly on to the nearby table, the contents on top pushed away to the floor with loud clangs and crashes. He pushed her head down on the table, bending her over. He pulled at her panties and ripped it off. He took it and tied it around her mouth as if to silence her screams.

He ploughed his cock hard into her pussy.
He pumped her with harsh strokes pushing his cock as deep as he can with each thrust.

“You..” he pushed it hard once. “..are..” he pushed it in again “...my...” again “..whore..”

He bent over, turned her head and bit her lip.

“You are mine, and you will NEVER fuck another man again.” he said, his teeth clenching hard. “Will you? HUH?” he asked her. His strong hands pulled at her panties, pulling at her head and her body bending back slightly.

He pumped her hard, as hard as he can. With each thrust, he came closer.

No man can touch her again, he thought, as kept chanting “Fucking whore” repeatedly with each of his thrust.

He fucked her until he came inside her. He fucked her until he was panting and sweating with his exertion. He didn’t want to stop fucking her, although he was completely spent.

He screamed as he drained himself inside her with a final push. He fell on her back, still clutching at the ends of the elastic of her panties but loosened by exhaustion.

It took him a few moments to realise what he did and he fell back with a jolt and a scream

“No!” he cried, his eyes streaming with tears. “What have I done?” he whimpered as he curled into a ball and cried.

 

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Vivianne gasped as his grip grew tighter over her sensitive breasts. She moaned as he growled against her ear, the word whore ringing in her head as he pushed her towards a side table and bent her roughly over the surface. The items on the table smashed to the floor and he gripped her hair roughly, pushing her face against the polished surface.

Vivianne started to get concerned as Francois ripped her undergarments off and she looked up at him with a frown.

“Fran…” Her voice was cut off as he pushed the fabric between her lips, stifling her words as he pushed into her roughly.

The look on her husband’s face was one of fury and anger and Vivianne trembled as he punished her pussy with hard strokes of his cock. She reached back behind her, placing her hand on his naked hip to try and control his thrust, but there was nothing to be done as she lay there and took what he was giving her.

She gasped, her eyes wide as he jerked her head to the side and bit her bottom lip viciously, a loud squealing leaving her as he pumped into her over and over again. She let out a short scream as he hissed the words that she’d never fuck another man into her ear and she nodded her head, another whimper coming from her lips as he jerked her head around again, her body bending back from the table.

She was terrified of him suddenly, unsure of where her kind and loving husband had gone. This wasn’t Francois. This wasn’t him. She groaned as he continued to pump his cock in her body, the words fucking whore chanted against her ear with a growl with each thrust.

She gasped as he slammed home into her pussy, leaving her shaking and trembling as he emptied himself deep within her. She couldn’t help the tears that gathered in her eyes as he fell upon her back, his weight pressing her against the table until she could no longer breath.

When he jumped back with a scream, she was startled, his cries making her shake as she pushed herself off the table and pulled the cloth from her lips. Her bottom lip was swollen and bruised, her thighs aching, but beyond that she was fine. She looked down at her husband as he curled into a ball and cried at her feet.

Kneeling down, she gently touched his arm, her soft words of reassurance issuing from her lips as she tried to calm him down like one would a child.

“It’s alright, Francois.” She said softly. “It’s alright. I understand.” Something about the word whore had stirred something deep and primal with in him. “I understand, my love.”

 

[deilweg]

Francois jolted and sat upright when he felt her hands on his bare skin. He looked at her like he was scared of what he was seeing in front him. He crawled backwards attempting to get away from her.

He suddenly stood up still not taking his eyes of her and stepped back towards the bathroom. He went in and shut the door. Still walking back he hit the wall behind him. He slid down to the floor and hugging his knees to his chest he cried like a baby. He couldn't stop and he still couldn't stop all those images swimming in front of him.

The same handsome man fucking his wife for the first time in her life, the thousand men fucking her pussy as she asked for more. As if to brush the images aside he jerked his head to the sides.

They won't go! and he didn't know what else he could do to get them off.

He heard the frantic knocks on the bathroom door - a voice calling to him. He dare not move else he might see those images in his head again. He racked his head against the wall behind him, quite violently, and yet they won't go.

He stood up and got into his old pair of clothes lying in the washing pile. He opened the bathroom door and saw Vivienne staring at him, scared. He lifted his hand to console her, but he couldn't make himself do it.

"I..I am going out.." he mumbled as he bolted out.

He didn't know how long for, but he got on his favourite stallion and rode him through what felt like hours. He rode him until he himself was exhausted. He got into the first little bar he saw and ordered as many drinks as he can.

He didn't keep count, he just drank - trying to drown out the voices and the images that kept going in his head. He tried to knock them off by hitting the side of his head with his bare hands.

They never go away.

With every sip he saw her face laughing at him - his hand around some man's cock stroking him off - "I am a whore!" she laughed at him.

He took a big swig of his glass of brandy and he saw her again - this time 5 men touching all over her body and she was enjoying it moaning, writhing in pleasure - "more, more" she kept saying and more men joined her. Then there was her laughter again - "I am a whore, and I LOVE to get fucked by all the men!" she screamed at him. "Your wife is a whore, Francois!" she said laughing her face distorted.

He screamed and threw the brandy glass at the wall. He rushed out of the bar and ran out to screaming "Vivianne!" until all around him darkness fell. "Vivianne!" he said before he lost his consciousness

 

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Francois had been gone all day and into the night. She had been so incredibly frightened at his sudden change in mood. She had dressed after he’d run away, her stomach rolling in uncertainty as she waited for him to return. When he didn’t do so right away, she made her way downstairs to wait in the parlor for him.

At some point Papa Auguste joined her, expressing his concern at her condition. He pleaded with her to eat something, to calm herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She simply paced the floor, her soft slippers not making a sound as she fretted about her husband.

“Oh, Papa Auguste, everything is so wrong.” She finally confessed to him, tears coming to her eyes. She was grateful when he pressed a handkerchief into her hands and she dabbed at her eyes.

“I’ve never seen Francois in such a state. He was possessed.” She paused as a horrible thought came to her mind.

“You don’t think that he regrets marrying me, do you?” She asked him, a fresh flood of tears coming to her eyes as she cupped her belly with one hand, caressing the little life that grew within. “He can’t hate me. Not now! Not when something so wonderful is about to happen.”

She hadn’t told Papa Auguste about the baby just yet, but she was sure that he knew. Her stomach continued to roll and as more tears flowed, the sicker she felt. She continued to pace, her fingers working over the fabric of the handkerchief as she waited for Francois to come home.

“Go and find him for me, please. Bring him home.” As she said the words, she felt a sharp cramp in her belly, a white hot pain blossoming as she looked at Papa Auguste in fright. “What’s happening?” She whimpered, her hands clutching her belly in fear.

 

[deilweg]

“Master Francois!” came a call from somewhere distant. It sounded like Papa Auguste. He opened his eyes and saw him looking down at him. They were in a carriage rattling down a country road.

“What happened? Where am I?” asked Francois, feeling disoriented.

“Master Francois, I am taking you home. Vivienne is sick, I have called in the doctor and he should be at home now.” said Papa Auguste.

Like a steam train heading fast down to him, he remembered everything that happened. He turned to Papa Auguste.

“Vivienne! What is wrong with her?” he asked, with concern and fear growing by the second.

“She is sick. There was something wrong with her stomach, I think.” said Papa Auguste, unsure of himself.

“Oh! my God!” he despaired. “What have I done?”

“I am sure it will be alright Francois. There, we are at our home already.” reassured Papa Auguste.

The moment the carriage stopped, he jumped out and ran into the house asking for Vivienne. She was upstairs in their bedroom, said someone in the house. He ran upstairs and rushed into the room.

Vivienne was lying asleep on the bed and a doctor was sitting next to her. The doctor looked at him as he rushed in and put a finger on his lips to urge him to not make a noise.

“She is resting, please don’t wake her up.” the doctor said, looking at his concerned face. “There is no danger to the baby now.”

Francois looked at the doctor quizzically. “Baby?” he asked and Vivienne opened her eyes slowly.

 

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The doctor had come quickly after a servant was sent to find him. Vivianne had done her best to calm down, but her worry over Francois and her panic about the baby had sent her into a state of hysteria. She was a crying mess, curling upon the bed that she had her husband had shared only that morning, her arms wrapped around her belly.

The doctor had given her laudanum and calmed her, sending her into a deep sleep. Her dreams were fevered and violent. Faceless men took her again and again, her body bruised and sore as Francois simply stood by and watched her with a disinterested look. She cried out for him, begging him to help her, but his eyes were cold and dead. She cried, deep wracking sobs as those masked men from her past bent her in all sorts of lewd positions.

She could hear voices from a distance. It was as if she were underwater and everything was garbled. She clawed her way back into reality, her eyes fluttering open as she heard Francois’s voice loud and clear.

“Francois?” She mumbled, her eyes blurred and looking for him as she held out her hand. At some point, someone had placed her in a nightgown, her hair brushed back from her face and a fire brightly burning in the grate. She sighed as his warm palm slid into hers and she let her heavy eyes slide shut. “I’m sorry, Francois.”