A/N: This is set just after Violet is captured in 'The Hostile Hospital'. Just my own little fic about what might have happened during that time. If you think you will be offended by the Violet/Olaf pairing, or anything I have written, leave now! Consider this your warning.
Oh, by the way - I am not Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler. Crazy, I know.
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"Where are you taking me?" Violet asked Esme quietly, as she was lead up a dark passageway.
"Olaf…I mean, Mattathias sent me to get you. I don't know why he wanted you specifically, the baby brat would be much better for our plan to succeed." Replied Esme.
Violet looked around nervously. "Uh, w-what plan?" she asked Esme timidly.
Esme glanced at Violet, with a proud twinkle in her eyes. "Well," she started, "Mattathias, since he is such a smashing actor and a clever villain, decided to…" Esme's voice trailed off. "Wait. I am not going to reveal our plan to you, you miserable orphan! You can't fool me that easily!" Esme laughed, and then opened a door at the end of the passage, and pushed Violet into the room. It was a rather dingy, dirty room, which contained a table, a bed, and a small kitchen. Sitting at the table, to Violet's horror, was Count Olaf, or Mattathias, as he insisted on being called, as well as the bald man, and the man who had hooks instead of hands. As soon as the villains saw Violet, they all started to laugh, a triumphant laugh which made Violet shudder. Suddenly, Olaf stood up, and walked over to Violet.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the lovely Violet. Please, have a seat, my dear," he said, with a very fake tone of kindness in his voice.
Violet quickly turned around, and ran to the door, but Esme was standing in front of it.
Count Olaf chuckled. "Not so fast. Won't you at least sit down?" He asked, putting his arm around her shoulders and guiding her to a chair. He then leant down to whisper in her ear, "After all, I have been so looking forward to this moment for quite some time."
Violet gasped, trying not to think about what he meant. Was he going to kill her? Would she ever see her siblings again?
Sitting down, Violet gazed around the room. She saw Esme looking extremely annoyed about something, though Violet could not guess what. She also saw Count Olaf whispering something to his two associates, who grinned, stood up, and left the room.
Olaf walked over to Violet and knelt down so he was facing her, only an inch away from her face. "Oh Violet, you have escaped from my clutches so many times, I had almost given up on you. But now, you are mine!"
"But darling!" cried Esme, before Violet could say anything. "I thought you loved me! Why do you need her?"
Count Olaf quickly stood up and looked embarrassed. "Esme, sorry, I forgot you were here. I didn't mean it like that, it's like this, you see…well…the position that I'm in…it's just…I meant she is mine so I could...get the Baudelaire fortune?" Olaf stuttered.
Seeming content with this answer, Esme grinned. "Of course. I knew what you were doing. Now excuse me, I'm going to go inform the Daily Punctilio about the cranioectomy tomorrow!" she said happily, and then left the room.
"We certainly got rid of her, didn't we Violet?" Count Olaf laughed.
Violet, terrified, timidly said "What are you going to do to me, Olaf? If you are going to kill me, do it quickly, and get it over and done with."
Count Olaf laughed again, and walked closer to her as he talked. "Kill you? I would have to be mad. I could never kill something as beautiful, something as ravishing as you."
"Ex-excuse me?" Violet asked, standing up to get a better look at him. She surly could not have heard him correctly.
"Come now Violet, you must have noticed by now. Do you think the only reason I tried to marry you was because I wanted to obtain your fortune? I want you, Violet."
And with that, Olaf snaked his arms around her petite waist, and started kissing her neck.
Violet tried to push him away, but he just held on to her tighter, and whenever she pushed him, the more passionate his kissed became.
"Olaf, please…" begged Violet. "Why are you doing this to me?"
He stopped kissing her for a moment, grinned, then lifted her into his arms, and moved her onto the bed. Violet screamed, but Olaf just said "Scream all you like. No-one can save you now."
Violet whimpered, lying on the soiled bed. When she saw Olaf tearing his clothes off, she tried to get up, but he pushed her back down. When she tried to kick Olaf as he moved himself on top of her, he struck her face, leaving a huge red mark. Using her motionless state to his advantage, he moved himself so he was properly on top of her, grabbed the top of her dress, and ripped it right down the middle so her bra was exposed. He hungrily connected his mouth with hers; letting his tongue explore her mouth, while his hands undid her bra. Once he removed it, he started to play with her breasts, roughly squeezing them, and pinching her nipples brutally. Violet gasped, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips.
Olaf, getting turned on by this moan, moved his hand down to her thighs, running his fingers up and down the inside of them, stopping just before he touched her slit.
Violet could feel herself becoming wet, and although she did not want to give Olaf any encouragement, she couldn't help but buck her hips forward. This did encourage Olaf.
Quickly, he moved up to grabbed her hips and start making circles around her belly button with his tongue, then slowly moving his tongue down her stomach, until he reached her panties. He ripped them off, then moved his mouth in between Violet's legs.
Violet hastily closed her legs tightly, and Olaf tried to separate them. He looked at Violet and whispered "Dear Violet, I'm trying to make this as enjoyable for you as it is for me, but if you continue to be this unwilling, I'm not going to play as 'nice' anymore."
Tears filling up Violet's eyes as she slowly loosened her legs for Olaf. His eyes widened with delight, and quickly moved his mouth up to her entrance, moving his tongue in and out, eating up her juices. Violet gave a loud moan, and then suddenly clapped her hand over her mouth to stop herself. She was getting turned on, and she couldn't stop herself.
Suddenly, he stopped licking and positioned himself on top of her. Violet felt something hard on her leg, then, without warning, Olaf thrusted into her. Violet cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face as Olaf continued to move in and out of her. Olaf looked at her, a huge grin on his face as he thrusted harder and harder. The pain was leaving Violet, and now she was starting to feel pleasure. Without thinking, she started to work with Olaf, moving with him. He noticed her movements, the whispered to her, "That's my girl."
"Oh God, oh God…" Violet gasped, wrapping her legs around Olaf's waist. She grabbed his back and dug her nails into his skin.
Olaf kept working her, trying to hold out for as long as he could – a task which was proving to be difficult. She was so hot, so wet, he could barely stand it. He moved his mouth to her neck, and started to suck, leaving red marks on there.
Still moaning, Violet started to cry out his name, until she finally reached her peak, screaming his name. This turned on Olaf like nothing else, and he reached his peak not soon after Violet did.
Violet let herself go of Olaf, and lay down. She was feeling so many emotions, she thought she would collapse. Olaf set himself down next to her, manoeuvring her so his arms were around her waist.
"How does it feel Violet?" Olaf asked Violet. "How does it feel that I have been your first, and that you enjoyed it so?"
Violet was silent.
"It really is a shame," he continued, "that Esme has made plans for you to be killed, right here in this hospital."
Gasping, she turned around to face Olaf. "What do you mean?" she whispered, her large, brown eyes looking up at Olaf, panic taking over her once more.
Seeing Violet like this, wrapped in his arms, he could feel another erection growing. Glad that he had got a response out of her, he started to talk. "Well, Esme decided that you are to die tomorrow, my associates will be performing a cranioectomy on you," he smirked, seeing tears form in her big, beautiful eyes yet again. Just what he had hoped for: she was now at his mercy.
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Hope you enjoyed it! I'm still deciding on whether I should write the next part to this story, but for the moment, please review :)
