Hi littleracer here this story so for your entertainment so any suggestions are welcome and I hope you like it.
I do not own sailor moon or any of the characters in this story and if you would like to sue me I am poor so your not going to get anything.
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She felt so cold and desolate. As if slender body's heat were made of ice so thick that it consumed even her sole and made her bones have the need to shiver with despair. Her shaking body, under deep protest, sent pain ripping through her like daggers of cold steal. Usagi could hardly breath as her eyes began to take in her surroundings. What she saw made her gasp and sit up suddenly, sending even more pain through her sore body. She lay on a hard stone floor surrounded by dark stone walls lit by a single torch casting dark forbidden shadows over the small dungeon cell.
'How thehell did I get here? And just to top it off, where the fuck am I?' she thought as she took a look around her cell. She looked down and gasped; 'How in the seven Hell's did I wind-up like this?'she had been beaten savagely, cut from head to toe. A nasty cut, that was slowly beginning to scar, covered her right arm with warm wet blood still on it; resembling the rest of her beaten form. There was a large amount of thick crimson red blood on the floor pooled around her that she had to wonder 'How the Hell am I even alive! I mean there is hardly a place on me that doesn't have a horrid painful cut or a colorful painful bruise. Who the fuck would do this to me?' It was evident that she was in a big fight recently but for the life of her she couldn't remember the fight or the night before for that matter.
She put her shaking hand to her scantily clad chest but found that her broach was gone. 'Damn it' she cursed. She was now absolutely defenseless and the precious silver crystal, her birth right, gone. She tried, off-balanced, to stand but collapsed in pain to the floor, her mind reeling at the possibilities of things that could have happened. Her friends, her fellow girls in arms, could be dead as well as her love, Mamo-chan. Usagi crawled slowly and painfully to one of the dark dirty corners and curled as tightly as she could manage into a small ball.
It was now that she knew, understood fully, that she could do nothing but wait. She let the hot wet tears, that had been forthcoming since she came to, roll down her porcelain face to drop on her drying blood covered knees as her fear finally took hold and sank deep into her bones. She cried and rock all night until she finally fell into sleep, wondering if the Senshi or Mamo-chan would come to rescue her. Even if they were all right them selves , could they get to her?
She had always hated it when she was helpless. She had enough of that sorry act and attitude to last her a life time. Then there was everyone always telling her she was never good enough at anything she did and that she shouldn't be the one who should be being rescued. 'I really have to find a way to change.' she thought bitterly.
The key clanked in the dirty old rusty lock startling her awake. Through sleepy puffy red eyes she thought she saw Mamo-chan; but as her eyes cleared of the sleep and crying induced fog, she could see it was most defiantly not him. The man who came to let her out of the hell hole she had been in was not someone she knew. He was dressed in a black robe; something Mamo-chan could pull off nicely, but would never ware. He swept into the cell , grabbed Usagi painfully and roughly by the arms, and dragged her out of the small confining cell. He was strong, just like Mamo-chan was, so she didn't stand a chance against him in a fight or even a chance to struggle. The hot tears once again came welling up in her desperate blue eyes as she was roughly being dragged along the slightly rough and dirty floor, through dark hall ways that were just as bad looking and dirty as the cell she was confined to moments ago. The decor was definitely a house wide thing as far as she could tell. They ended up in a large bedroom with a blood red velvet comforter and stone walls with grand lights hanging from them, tapestries hung elaborately, and just to top off the look a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling shined down on the bed.
The mystery man tossed her suddenly and forcefully on the bed pining her small slender body down by her fragile wrests and his strongly muscled body over hers. When she screamed he only snickered and said "Do you really think anybody can her you". She could only stair and pray to her mother moon. 'I'm a virgin how can this be happening to me! I just want to be with Mamo-chan please! Selene help me please!' her mind screamed.
After he had stolen her innocence forcefully and roughly through the night, he drug her silently and just as roughly with pleasure in his step evident, back to that cold, dirty, dark, desolate cell.
She laid there silently, not knowing full well what to think. She just hoped that she was not with a child, or hurt in any way internally. Not only would being with child be bad between her and her parents but with Mamo-chan as well.'I can see it all now.' she thought sarcastically on the verge of tears, 'Mamo-chan, I got raped while I was missing and came to be with child. I am so sorry it isn't yours but you know, things happen while your captured by a big strong man who has a thing for you and you have no chance at getting him to do anything but what he wants.' Her thoughts left her crying softly curled up tightly on the dark stone floor hoping the love of her life and her best friends would come to save her and be understanding and sensitive to what had happened.
Ok Ok I am sorry please don't hurt me I know it kind of sucks being my first fiction I've wrote so once again suggestions would be nice. And any suggestions for a title would be good too.