((TW Warning: Explicit Sexual Assault situation. Dark, no saving.))
The moment Marcus tried to unzip her trousers, Eluned went crazy.
Him and the Roe were playing a sick game, using her to break Theo, to force the Duskwight to call the Roe, “Master”. But Theo was stubborn. He wouldn’t submit. And so Marcus had fondled Eluned in front of him as punishment, apparently intent in teaching her a lesson too.
Her shirt had been opened, left dangling from her chest. His hand had sneaked inside, while the other kept a firm grip on her arm, bent painfully behind her back. And all the while, while he was caressing her breast, squeezing it, feeling its weight in his palm, he’d whispered in her ear. She was his, he said. If he wanted to show her off, it was his right. She belonged to him, he owned her. It would be that way for the rest of her life, he would never let her go.
But at the risk of breaking her arm, Eluned rebelled when he tried to slide his hand between her legs. With a furious cry, she twisted, her hand shooting toward his face in a vicious punch. Marcus took the hit. Regarded her with cold eyes. And slapped her right back, grabbing her by the arms a moment later.
Before she knew it, he’d dragged her behind one of the drapes that divided the big cave in smaller spaces. Sounds would still be heard… but nobody could see them now.
Marcus threw her down, on an alcove made of soft material, his bed. And was on her in an instant. Her shirt was torn from her shoulders, while she desperately tried to claw his eyes out. He was bigger, heavier and was using his bulk to keep her down.
“Let me go, you sick bastard!” She yelled, scratching that once beloved face bloody, thrashing with the desperation of a trapped creature. He captured her wrists with one hand and forced them past her head, pushing them down with bruising force. She hissed at the pain and he smiled.
“You used to like this, my love… Remember? You used to love it when I pinned you down and kept you there, helpless under me. You used to love when I did this…”
The other hand sneaked down her body, settling on her waist, sliding around, slipping inside her trousers to grab her bottom, pulling her toward his body. He squeezed the cheek while she kept thrashing around, his smile growing bigger. “You’re as strong as I remember, my Kit. Strong and willful. But I’m stronger, my love. You’re not going to escape me. You liked that I was stronger than you, back home. You liked that I could keep you down…” his hand sneaked around and she froze as she felt it right between her legs, probing.
“So you seek to deny me my prize, my love?” he leaned down, pushing his whole weight on her body. Whispering in her ear. “So unaffected… You used to be so wet for me when I touched you. I just had to look at you and you would grow soft and slick for me. You will have to learn again, my heart. I will teach you, starting from tonight.”
“No!” She cried out, starting thrashing again, that hand between her legs unwelcome and disgusting. “You can take me, you can rape me, but I will never like it! You can’t make me, I won’t give that to you!”
“Rape you?” he laughed in her ear. “Oh my sweet Kit, it might start like that… but you’ll come to crave my touch. You’ll come to beg me to take you. You’ll love me again in the end. We’re destined to be together, you’re MINE!”
“Never!” She stopped moving, looking at him with hatred in her eyes, spitting right in his face. “You killed any love I had for you when you betrayed everything we stood for… I will never love you again! I will never be yours again! You hear me? Never!”
His smile died and a cold expression appeared on his face. A moment later, she was engulfed in that blinding pain again, crying out in agony, not even able to twitch. He let her go, just to bind her wrists together and pin them to a peg near the bed while she was still under the shock from the collar.
“You will learn, Kit.” he said in a soft voice, taking advantage of her stunned status to bare her completely. “I will hear your cries of pleasure again, I will hear you calling my name when I’m inside of you. And you know why?”
He laid down with her, his hand slowly stroking her body, taking the twin globes of her breasts between his hands, leaning down to suck first on a nipple, then the other one. It made her want to vomit.
“Because when we leave here, we’re going to the Far East with my friend and your savage… And his continued well being will depend on your behavior, my love. You know…” he kept on sucking while talking, then he slipped a couple of fingers into his mouth before sliding them down to stroke her between her legs. Slowly and deliberately. “… the savage is intended for entertainment. My friend is planning a big party for when we’re back there… and he will be the guest of honor, on display, bound, to be used by whoever fancies him, in whatever way they want.”
Eluned turned her head and cried at that, big, agonizing sobs shaking her frame.
His fingers between her legs became more insistent, stroking, probing, circling around. The wetness on them made them easier to slide, easier to torment her. “But maybe I can try to spare him the worst of it…”
Marcus lifted his head from her breasts and started to slide down her body. He was smiling when she looked at him. When he tried to open her legs, she tried to resist, to force her muscles to oppose the movement. He just thrust them open like she was his little, pretty doll, and she couldn’t help but sob harder, closing her eyes.
“All you have to do…” he whispered, his hands on her thighs now, to keep them apart. “… is give me what I want. I’ve been thirsty for you for years, Kit…” he lowered his head, giving her a long lick with his tongue. She shuddered, biting her lip. “… give in, my heart… and I’ll see that your savage survives his first night as a plaything…”
He didn’t say anything else, didn’t wait for an answer. He just started licking her, feasting on her body like it was the best meal he’d ever tasted. The bindings at her wrists chafed and she felt sick. This was the worst parody of what had been intense, passionate lovemaking when they’d been in love. This was a desecration, a violence that she could barely comprehend. And if she didn’t give him what he wanted, Theo was going to suffer from it.
Tears falling freely from her eyes, she closed her bound hands into fists and imagined to be anywhere else. She was with Tavian. Tavian was the one kissing her, Tavian was the one holding her down. They had liked that. That little thrill, that little spark of danger between them. Because she knew that he would never hurt her, that he would die first. It was him, his mouth, his tongue. His voice, his hands. His body.
She forced, compelled, her body to ignore what her mind knew and just lose itself in the fantasy of her lover adoring her.
It took a long time, but when she finally felt that tight, disgusting ball of pleasure explode inside of her, dragging her in a climax that hurt her in her soul, she hated herself for it, crying all of her tears in shame and abject disgust.
Marcus laughed in triumph, lifting his head, licking his lips. “You taste so good, my Kit. Just as I remembered. So obedient… I can’t wait to feel your mouth around me, later, my love, I’ve been dreaming about seeing you on your knees again for years…”
She just sobbed harder as he made quick work of his clothes, kneeling between her legs, grabbing her behind the knees to open her for his use.
The invasion was brutal, fast, without any concern for her comfort. It was a claiming, a vicious possession that wanted to mark her as his property.
“Mine… mine… finally mine again…” He moaned in her ear, after leaning down to cover her body with his own, grabbing her bottom, keeping her spread out. “I missed this so much, my heart, your heat, the feel of you around me…”
He thrust into her again and again, cruel, powerful movements that hurt her, no matter that he just forced her to come. Her heart was breaking, her soul splintering, the defilement so deep as to mark indelibly into her. It would never go away, she knew that. She felt it in her core. Each thrust was imprinting a new wound, a new bruise.
And it would never end. As long as she cared about Theo, he had a weapon to use against her. And he would, to whatever extent he desired. She would never be free, she sobbed, as he possessed her, again and again.
She was trapped in an eternal cycle of pain, degradation, horror, disgust.
“I love you, Kit… You’re mine forever… my heart…. my wife… mine… mine…. MINE!!!“
He kissed her, violating her mouth just as he was doing with her body.
And Eluned, utterly helpless, cried.
“…how many days was I there.”
“….. three.”
Eluned closed her eyes. Three days. Three days in hell. Three days where Theo had suffered. Where she had suffered. Three days.
Three days aren’t that long, right? Just a drop in the ocean of time.
Just
a
drop
…. three days were the eternity she’d lived, second by second, touch by touch, kiss by kiss. Painful moment after painful moment.
Then the rescue had come. Too late for her sanity maybe. But they had found them. They had freed them.
………………..and she’d killed Marcus het Galeria.
He had been unconscious, ready to be delivered to the Brass Blades.
Eluned had locked the shock collar on his throat and pressed the button.
And then she’d pressed it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Until his heart had stopped beating.
Until his lips turned blue and his neck showed the same bruises she had.
Until she’d known he would never come back for her again.
He couldn’t.
He was dead.
He was dead.
Marcus het Galeria was dead.
And the dead didn’t come back.
She’d needed to see him dead.
Solnari had fled the scene, upon seeing what she was doing.
Myr had stayed by her side, maybe wishing he could have killed him himself.
The others hadn’t stopped her.
Because she’d needed to see him dead.
And now?
Now she was dead too.
The bruises would fade.
The scrapes and soreness would fade.
Her memories never would.
She still felt him. Everywhere.
His fingers were still on her skin.
His voice was still whispering in her ear.
I love you. I love you. Forever. Forever mine.
Maybe she’d die.
Maybe she could just…. close her eyes and never open them again.
Peace.
Peace.
Please…. peace.
Misty 