Chapter Two-hundred Thirteen: Betrayal and Violations

Chapter 213

Betrayal and Violations

July 14th, 1964 - Clerteaux, Nouvelle Gaule

23-year-old Victor Trémaux was in the backseat of a van with colorful psychedelic patterns. He wore his silver-white hair in a mop top and a yellow button-down shirt with a wide collar, red flare pants with colorful flowers, and brown sandals. He was in a van full of hippies. One of the hippies turned to him. He had white hair, a beard, and pink-tinted glasses, and wore a yellow shirt with a peace-symbol scarf, brown flare pants, and sandals.

Hippie: “When is the baby due?”

Victor: “He’s due on July 22nd or 23rd.”

He smiled.

Hippie: “ ‘He?’ ”

He laughed. Victor nodded.

Victor: “Yes, we had an ultrasound done on Charlotte, and the doctor said we’re having a son.”

He beamed.

A hippie woman with white hair laughed.

Hippie woman: “How can you stand Narcisse, man? I don’t know your old lady, but Narcisse?”

She laughed and blew out a puff of smoke. Victor pursed his lips and shifted his eyes.

Victor: “He’s strange, but he will be my son’s uncle. Maybe he will loosen up once the baby is born.”

He shifted in his seat.

The van pulled up to the Beaumont mansion.

Hippie: “That place looks like a haunted house. Didn’t Narcisse kill his folks?”

He asked. Victor pursed his lips.

Victor stepped out and waved them goodbye. As he walked down the path, he strolled past the tombstones of Gaston and Emmeline Beaumont, feeling himself shudder.

~

A tall white woman stood in the living room. She exuded an air of stern authority and mystical elegance. She had voluminous, waist-length white hair. Most of it flowed freely, but the top was gathered into a bun held in place by a golden hairpin.

She had a pale complexion with sharp features, including high cheekbones and a prominent nose. Her expression was one of displeasure or stern judgment, characterized by a furrowed brow and a slight scowl.

She wore oval black-rimmed glasses that framed her bright green eyes. Her eyelashes are long, thick, and stylized.

She wore a burgundy cardigan with gold buttons, featuring intricate gold filigree patterns along the hem; a simple black top; and a matching floor-length burgundy skirt with the same gold filigree detailing at the hem.

She also wore large, golden, diamond-shaped dangles and a gold chain featuring a large oval ruby. She was 24-year-old Charlotte Trémaux, Victor’s wife.

Victor stepped inside and smiled when he saw Charlotte.

Charlotte: “Where were you?”

Victor: “Hello, beautiful!”

He approached her, hugging her and patting her large, pregnant belly.

Victor: “Someone’s ready to pop!”

He giggled. Charlotte scowled at him. Victor swallowed hard.

Victor: “I was protesting police brutality happening in Argentville.”

Charlotte looked unimpressed.

Charlotte: “The baby could be born any day now.”

Victor: “I know, darling. I wouldn’t miss our son’s birth for the world.”

~

21-year-old Narcisse Beaumont stood in a bedroom that embraced the Coquette and Shabby Chic aesthetics, characterized by its heavy use of soft pinks, floral patterns, and romantic details. He wore a purple waistcoat, purple pants, brown loafers, a white shirt with an imperial collar, and a purple cravat.

A delicate, cream-colored lace canopy hung from the ceiling, adorned with small pink fabric roses and a large bow. Warm string lights were woven through the lace, adding a soft glow.

Under the canopy was a queen-sized bed with a mix of textures, including plush velvet pillows in dusty rose, linen accent pillows with bows, and a large floral quilt with hydrangea and rose motifs.

The bed frame and matching nightstands were antique off-white with curved, French provincial-style legs.

The walls were covered in a whimsical botanical print featuring pink blossoms, blue flowers, and small birds on a soft pink background.

A classic crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, complemented by a ruffled fabric lampshade on the nightstand.

Two mannequins stood in the corners, one draped in a bridal gown and another draped in a ballet dress.

To the right, a small vanity table held various glass perfume bottles and a triptych mirror.

Narcisse gazed at Victor and Charlotte’s wedding picture with disgust, and he could have killed Victor for asking him to be his best man. In the photo, Victor and Charlotte posed with him in a tuxedo and her in her wedding gown, while Narcisse wore a tuxedo and scowled at them.

Narcisse went to Charlotte’s armoire and opened it up. He eyed up her lingerie sets and held up a pink lace bra. Narcisse placed it up to his face and inhaled it. He flicked his gaze to her matching panties, placed them on his face, and lay on her bed, stroking them.

Narcisse: “How could you marry him… when you have me?”

He sobbed and started hitting himself.

Narcisse: “Why, Charlotte, why?!”

He cried, unzipped his pants, and started massaging himself.

~

Narcisse, Charlotte, and Victor were down in the dining room eating their dinner. They had chicken fettuccine alfredo with a garden salad and fresh bread.

Victor: “You better eat for two, Lottie.”

He teased. Charlotte glared at him.

Charlotte: “Don’t call me that!”

She hissed. Narcisse sneered at him and grabbed his butter knife tightly. Victor recoiled.

Victor: “So, Narcisse, anything new with you?”

He smiled. Narcisse licked his lips.

Narcisse: “Well, Victor, I shot and killed an elephant on my trip to Nandrasana.”

He grinned. Victor shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

Victor: “Y-You don’t mind… taking an innocent animal’s life?”

He asked. Narcisse smiled.

Narcisse: “No, Victor, why would I mind taking the life of something beneath me?”

He raised his glass. Victor’s bottom lip trembled. Charlotte smirked at him.

Charlotte: “Father was also a great hunter. It’s a shame the baby won’t be able to meet him.”

She said glumly. Narcisse’s jaw tightened, and he tightly clenched his fists. What about me?! He wondered.

Victor stared down at his meal, suddenly losing his appetite.

~

Charlotte was in the living room reading a book with a cup of tea. Victor stood in the doorframe.

Victor: “Honey? It’s been a long day, mind if I have a nap?”

Charlotte: “No, Victor, I don’t mind at all.”

She said, not taking her eyes off her book. Victor pursed his lips and went upstairs. Narcisse sneered at him and followed him.

~

Victor entered Charlotte’s bedroom and took off his sandals. He fanned his toes out, pulled up the sheets, and climbed into bed. He removed his glasses, folded the temples, and set them on the nightstand.

Narcisse entered the room with a cathedral radio in his hands. He stood over Victor and raised the radio, ready to bash his head in. Victor’s feet stuck out of the sheets. Suddenly, a vinegary, sweaty odor filled the room, and Narcisse dropped the radio to the floor. Wh-What is this?! He wondered as he felt his hardness press against his pants.

His heart thundered in his chest as he looked at Victor’s feet and then at him. What is this I am feeling so suddenly? He wondered as he panted. He unsnapped the buttons on his waistcoat and loosened his cravat. His tongue moved across his lips. He gazed at Victor, drinking him in with pleasure.

In a moment, Narcisse had Victor pinioned in his arms, with his palms flat against the bed to prevent his escape. Victor’s eyes fluttered open. His vision was blurry.

Victor: “N-Narcisse? Narccise, what are you doing?!”

He asked nervously. Narcisse’s lips brushed against his cheek. He slipped his hand further down his pants. Victor clutched his hand to prevent him from going further.

Narcisse: “No, Victor, you want this as much as I do!”

He growled, his face growing dark and angry. Victor’s bottom lip trembled.

Victor: “Let me go!”

He cried.

Narcisse tore the button off his pants and forced the pants and his underwear down against Victor’s inadequate grip. Narcisse’s eyes widened.

Victor: “NARCISSE, STOP!”

He sobbed. Narcisse ripped open his shirt and gripped the inside of his elbows, pinning him back. He brought his lips to his nipples, moving from one to the other.

Victor continued to twist and squirm under his slender fingers.

Victor: “HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

He sobbed. Victor wailed as Narcisse’s hands moved across his body, exploring and caressing.

When Victor saw Narcisse unbutton his pants, it sent a bolt of fear up his spine. With all his strength, he tried pushing him away so he could make a beeline for the door. Narcisse created a purple bubble to seize his wrists and slammed him down to the wooden floor.

In one swift motion, he slipped himself between his legs. Victor screamed at the top of his lungs for help.

Victor: “CHARLOTTE, PLEASE HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

He bawled when he felt Narcisse’s hardness press firmly against him, until he forced his swollen hardness into Victor’s tight and resisting rectum, which tore and bled. Victor let out a piercing screech.

Narcisse let out a hoarse shout and drew back. He stood up quickly, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt. The purple bubbles popped. Victor huddled into the corner, embracing himself, crying and trembling.

Narcisse: “Victor, that was so… amazing.”

He said breathlessly.

Victor: “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

He cried. He gaped down at the blotches and red marks all over his torso, chest, and the blood from behind. The wounds started to heal before their eyes.

~

Victor stood in the shower, sobbing and washing away the filth with hot water. Narcisse pulled the curtain away, and Victor screamed.

~

Charlotte sat in the living room listening to Victor’s screams and smiled.

~

Current Year - 1987 - Pink Top City, Palm Tree State, United States

Victor screamed in his sleep.

Victor: “NO, NARCISSE, GET AWAY FROM ME!”

He wailed. Jasper snapped his eyes open and turned on the light by his nightstand. He put on his glasses.

Jasper: “Victor, are you okay?!”

Victor: “J-Jasper?!”

He sobbed and wiped his eyes. He reached out to touch his face and caressed his cheek with his thumb. Jasper leaned into his hand and kissed it.

Jasper: “It’s me, Victor.”

He said gently. Victor blinked as tears dropped down his cheeks. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Victor: “Thank God.”

He kissed his lips.

Jasper: “What happened?”

He caressed his hair.

Victor: “Just had a nightmare about Narcisse.”

He wept. Jasper knit his eyebrows and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

Jasper: “I’m sorry, Victor. You’re safe with me.”

He whispered. Victor nestled into his arms and smiled. He listened to his heartbeat as he rested his head on his chest.

Jasper: “Are you in the mood?”

He chuckled. Victor’s eyelids dipped. He looked up at him.

Victor: “No, not really. It’s not you, it’s just…”

He sighed with pain in his eyes. Jasper cupped his face and kissed him.

Jasper: “It’s okay. I understand.”

Victor smiled and felt safe with him.

~

Narcisse angrily paced around his basement. He removed his suit jacket and wore a white, pressed shirt with a band collar, a purple cravat, purple pants, and white loafers. Amanda walked down the basement.

Amanda: “Sir, Theodore Wetherbee is ready to finalize the sale of ‘The Grand Pavilion of Wonders’.”

Narcisse whirled on his heel and delivered a hard slap to her face.

Narcisse: “Amanda, I don’t care about that right now! Our Victor is cheating on us!”

He cried and stamped his feet. He then cried on Amanda, and she wrapped her arms around him as he sobbed on her.

Narcisse: “I don’t know why it had to come to this. I thought what we had was special.”

He blubbered.

He wrenched from Amanda and went to the hyperbaric chamber to gaze into the glass at the severely burnt, invalid body through the clear glass. Narcisse leaned over and cried into his folded arms.

Narcisse: “I am so sorry, my beloved. I will try to fix this.”

He wept. The charred figure’s bright green eyes slowly moved to gaze intently at Narcisse.