Thread: The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses)

It was the expected answer. Savor it. Appreciate it like a fine wine, the finest Hyrule had to offer, the new King told himself. The smile on his face was evident of that, not a smile in spite of her disobedience, but because of. Her spine. Her backbone. Soon would be the day when it wore to a point of snapping only left would be the wonderful memories of how much fun this little girl was to break. The door didn't close. Ganondorf turned without a word and left her there, he turned and walked back into the hallway, what shadow the hall's torches cast in the room quickly lessening. But in his leave he hadn't closed the door. And then, for a time, all was silent. It wasn't until a pair of rusted iron shackles hurled through that open doorway, clanging, clattering obnoxiously loud across the stone floor of the cell, that Ganondorf formed a response. Fine! he shouted out from the hall, hurling a second pair of heavy iron shackles, a length of rope, another length of rope and another. After loudly rooting around in whatever he'd brought for a few seconds more he then emerged through the doorway again, right arm lifting up high to violently throw a whip from his hand, the punishing length of leather falling to a pile with the other items. When he turned to look upon Zelda once again, though, the outburst of rage seemed to somehow subside in an instant. Gone was the fury, in its place a smile, good or bad. Devious or not. The only thing for certain is it was genuine. He smiled down to Zelda as he approached her, steps slow, swagger a powerful one. Do you know what's happening out there, little commoner? Hm? No longer a smile, but a grin. Nothing. Not a thing. Your people... Each step took him closer. My people... Closer still. Oh, they were terrified, alright. Terrified of my servants. Terrified of me. And with the swift blow- he inhaled a sharp breath as he spoke, as he charged those final steps, gaining such a speed that when Ganondorf reached the wall where she sat his open palms had to press against the stone to brace the impact, and when his booted foot continued its quick pace it was not a step, but a kick, an unwarned kick above her pale, bare legs. A kick straight to her gut. -that was the fall of the castle... he said with a slow, grinning exhale, palms leaning heavily upon the stone. They fell in line with ease. Breathing in. Breathing out. Ganondorf relaxed elbows and slid down against the wall in his lean, slid down until he was in a crouch. He was close to her now, literally right upon her, his voice heard well even at a soft tone, his breath dancing upon her bared skin. Oh, there were some who resisted, but any pockets of would-be heroes have already been dealt with. Most were drunkard locals whose quick executions have made wonderful examples. None even showed much promise, boringly enough, save perhaps one small group led by a Gerudo woman - traitor to her own people, tch! But they have been dealt with just as everyone else. And as we speak my forces are finishing off the Zora and the Gorons, killing those who would fight, enslaving those who would yield. Within four days I expect to have everything. All of it, he continued to whisper harshly, now how is that for power? There is one, though, that has given me some real annoyance, he spoke with a raised tone now, back to a normal volume. Your mother. Ganondorf reached to grab Zelda by the ankles. One in each hand, he stood, bent forward, walking backward and dragging her by the feet with him. He didn't take the small teen far, enough so that she was sprawled out on her back with her head a foot or so from the stone cell wall, legs held in the air. As he moved her that picturesque hair fell from its place to bare her already nude body, though Ganondorf didn't stop to gaze. She was nothing to appreciate now, not like this. The Gerudo looked down into those crystalline eyes as he spread her ankles, and with them her legs, revealing her golden-covered sex like a shining treasure between them. She managed to raise a real cunt of a daughter. With that he struck Zelda with another hard, unforgiving blow, though this one wasn't to her abdomen. It wasn't even close. He kicked her in her vagina. Then he kicked her again. His palms moved halfway down her calves to get a better grip, to hold her steady from any writhing and struggling. And if that's not bad enough, she's been stinking up my courtyard! Another kick. She reeks! Another. I don't get it. The birds have picked her clean, the boars play with her bones as toys, yet she still manages to smell up my beautiful courtyard with her remains! It was a mix of anger and laughter that tinged his voice, that was present upon his lips throughout the whole thing. And with that half snarl, half smirk he descended on her, keeping her legs spread as he came to a kneel between them. When his knees hit the stone he released Zelda's legs to lean over and place them on either side of her head, on all fours atop her. Yet again inches from her face. Now, of all times, she would not be given a moment's reprieve. Ganondorf snatched up the young teen's face in a palm, those beautiful, porcelain cheeks gripped hard with powerful fingers. With his hand clenched around her jaw he forced Zelda's lips open long enough to summon a mouthful of saliva, and then long enough to spit it down into her open mouth. He then forced her jaw shut and held it there, his voice a menacingly close whisper once more, We have all day, you and I. Tomorrow, too, if we need it. Ganondorf leaned down to kiss her young, unsoiled lips. Until I have my apology, this punishment will be of your doing.