I kick over the bloodied body of the cultist who had been driving the prisoner transport and take the bit of cash he had been dragging around.

"Hello?" One of the prisoners calls out from the back.

"Hold up! I got it." I hurry around and free them. Eli called me back to the mountains after I dealt with Faith. Jacob had upped his frequency of taking people and they needed me back.

I had hesitated. The conditioning was messing with my mind. I had lost days worth of time. I always came back malnourished and with no idea of how I got away. Or, why I was released.

I tell the ex-prisoners to make for the prison in Henbane, same thing I tell everyone in Hope County. Doesn't matter where I find them or if they want to return "home".

I comb over my map before hopping the road divider and ducking into the woods. Main roads aren't safe. Not yet at least.

My radio crackles as a signal reaches it.

"It's been a while since I got a report on you."

Jacob. His voice drives into me like ice. I press my back against a tree and hold my gun to my chest. How did he already get word? I've only been here for a few hours.

"Thought you smartened up, but looks like you forgot how this works."

The memories rush back. The red room. Gunfire. So much blood. How many people have I killed during his training

"Think we need to check up on you. It's ok if you don't remember your way home, my hunters will show you."

The radio cuts and something hits me in the back.

"All this training was making you tired huh?"

I'm on the ground, but… it's different. I'm not outside. I'm not in a cage. Coming out of the Bliss is always hard. It's your vision that comes back last, that's that's the first thing you always need. I try to stand but there's nothing to hold on to.

"You did some work in the Henbane. Culled Faith." Jacobs here, somewhere in the dark. My eyes pull what were random shapes into something recognizable. I'm in a room, almost like the one I woke up in after Dutch found me.

"Joseph won't let that go easily. Me? I felt her weakness from the beginning." He's sitting on a couch, watching me. Some maps are laid out on the coffee table in front of him.

"She was just a tool, like you. Difference is she served her purpose, but you… you're still useful" He sits up and leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Come here, pup."

The distance between us is amplified by the drug. I don't want to cross that line. I need to turn around. I need to run.

"Move. Now."

My feet move on their own and everything tunnel visions until I'm standing next to him.

He pulls me closer and lifts me onto him to straddle his lap. I swing at him but the wavy vision and bright points of light dont help my aim. It's like trying to fight in a dream. You're so much weaker than you know you should be.

It's no more than a moment before he's captured my wrists. "You got some of your muscle back. Looks like letting you stretch your legs did ya some good."

He guides my hands to his shoulders, "leave them here."

My mind cowers back at his demand but my drugged body can only comply. His hands are powerful, calloused. I'll have bruises later. The grip loosens, slowly, testing the waters of my resolve.

One of his hands leaves my back and pops the button on my pants. The other drags down my side to mirror its brother on my hip. Tears wet the corners of my eyes. A whimper finds its way past my lips and I push weakly against his chest. My strength is coming back but not fast enough.

Thumbs hook themselves around the waistline of my pants and his fingers tighten their grip, "Easy pup, shh. That Bliss dart is still in your system, but it should wear off soon. Need you clean before training so we're just gonna wait it out."

He lifts me slightly by the butt and slides my pants and underwear halfway down my thighs. I'm very aware of the tough fabric of his pants between my legs and I try not to move.

"No," it comes out as the smallest breath of a sound but he still hears it.

"What's that? Was that a word from the mute little deputy?" His hands rejoin each other on my lower back. He tilts his head to the side, amusement in his eyes.

I'm mute again. I already don't talk much but under intimidation, from any of the Seeds, I can't put my words together.

"Stay," he orders, and I do. I hate myself for it, but I stay. Is this how the Sheriff felt as he went to hang himself? Is this how the Marshall felt?

When his hands leave my back, the air is cool on my skin. He slowly unbuttons his pants and I look away. I don't want to see it. I don't want this. The only other thing I can look at are his eyes. They don't leave mine. They don't change as he frees himself or as he lifts me into position.

I try to move myself away, try to be off balanced so I can just fall onto the floor and maybe shock myself back into sobriety. He's quick to take hold of my hips and steady me.

"Shh, relax." Everything he does is so quiet and gentle, like a hunter trying not to spook a rabbit. A wolf and a lamb. It's not a side of him I've seen before and, though I know his motives, the confusion rips at my mind and the tears threaten to flow over. I shove at his shoulders again, my fists gripping his shirt.

He leans forward and gathers me against his chest before leaning back into the couch with me.

He holds me. My muscles won't move. I can't fight. His hips roll up as he pushes me down gently onto him.

"A-ah!" I wasn't ready. I hadn't prepared myself. I was too afraid to look at him but now feeling him slowly stretching me, every inch begging for accommodation, I begin to panic.

"Please. Please stop." I'm crying and trying to twist my body away from him but his grip on my body is unyielding

He stops for a moment and I take a shaky breath as my body adjusts to his girth, "I thought you were strong."

Hot breath against my ear and I'm not sure if I'm trembling from the pain or something else, "I am."

Not even I would have believed my meek response but he lets it go, "Almost there."

He starts again

"There," Jacob breathes, the length of him buried inside, "good girl." He leans his head back and closes his eyes, lips barely parted. He twitches deep within me. I whimper, my whole body trembling.

"Easy," He shifts into a more comfortable position and I can't stop the moan that frees itself from my wracked body.

His smile is dark, "Again."

It's a command. It's training. He pushes his hips against mine and the friction pulls the sound from me.

"Good," He helps me at first, sliding out half way before easing back in and eliciting a sob from within my soul. Then again, and again, supporting me through the pain with hushed murmurs. Hands slide up my shirt and spread out over my ribs, holding my sides. His thumbs deftly move across the sides of my breasts, teasingly close to my nipples.

The pain never fully leaves but the feeling that builds behind it urges me to continue. While his grip and strength never abandons me, I move my hips in time with his thrusts. I feel my orgasm building, curling my toes and my breath quickening.

"Uh uh." Jacob scolds. He holds me, leaving only the tip inside, teasing painfully as my body writhes and aches.

"You will wait until I tell you." It's an order. He's a soldier again. "You only come when I call you, Pup."

I swallow another whine, nodding, and try to push away the need to push myself down or grind against him.

"Do you understand?"

He seems so composed but I can feel him shaking. His hips want to buck. "Yes, Jacob."

He twitches again and I can't help but shift my hips to feel him. "You say, 'yes, sir'".

The slightest wave of pleasure moves across my skin. I don't know if I can hang on. I need to try. I need to be strong. "Yes, Sir."

He quickly buries himself into me and let's out a breath I didn't know he had been holding. I shut my eyes tightly and yell out as he surrounds himself in my warmth. His pace quickens, holding my hips again and stripping me of any control I thought I had. I dig my nails into his shoulders as I try to keep myself steady. Try to keep myself from losing control.

"Perfect." His voice echoes inside of me. I can feel the tension trying to break out from under every inch of my skin. I tense my body and he growls, speeding up.

"Excellent."

I finally bite into his shoulder to try and find a release.

"Come home, Pup."

I yelp as he digs his nails into me, laying his claim with every merciless thrust. I bury my face in the crook of his neck as crushing waves of pleasure and agony break across my body.

He thrusts get further and further apart until he is spent.

We lay like that long enough for me to lose track of time. My head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat change from rapid to back under control. Things are sharper now. Clear. The Bliss must be out of my system. Bliss… what was I doing before this? I think Eli had…

Eli.

The whitetails.

What am I doing here? What have I done?

Jacob must have felt me tense.

He presses his lips against the soft spot behind my ear as he slides my pants back over my hips. I scoot off of him and sit on the edge of the coffee table as he stands and tucks himself back into his pants.

I rub the back of my neck, shaking and trying to catch my breath. This was wrong. This isn't how this was meant to go. Bliss. This was the Bliss. I look back up and see him watching me.

"Looks like you got yourself all worked up." He puts a hand on my face and checks my eyes, "Burned the Bliss right out of you. That's just fine." He sits back and pulls the music box out of his pocket. "We're gonna make use of that elevated heart rate."

He starts winding the box and I panic, scrambling to my feet as he opens the top. I tear at the door but he's locked it.

My vision goes red. There's so much fog. I try to cover my ears but he's suddenly next to me hitting my hands away, "You are weak."

Everything begins to fade, but he's still there.

"I'll make you strong. And when the collapse comes, you'll find your shelter with me."