Okay I'm back! I've decided to write this fic after the idea popped into my head while making an edit! I'm also MsReginaMills on Instagram! I'll be posting teasers and edits on there! Big thanks to my girl NoraMills for helping me [ more like forcing ] to post this story! And another thank to my Beta Erica!

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- Ali

Pulling her coat tighter around her small frame as her footsteps echoed down the almost silent alleyway. Adjusting the strap of her duffel as she continued to walk, picking up her pace slightly. Something wasn't right, she could feel it. Letting out a harsh breath, looking forward and seeing the end of the alley where she would be on a semi-busy street. Thinking she could make it, but she waswrong.

Suddenly her feet were no longer on the ground and her back up against the wall. The force that her head hit the brick wall made her disoriented. Her vision was blurry, the only thing she could make out was the strong stench of alcohol.

"We've missed you on these streets Gina" Hearing his thick Scottish accent ringing through her ears sent chills down her spine. "Gold" it came out as a mere whimper.

"That's right Dearie" his chapped lips came in contact with her smooth ivory skin. Feeling his tongue dart out, tracing her jugular. Finally her head stopped spinning and she began to process what was happening.

"Get off of me!" She cried trying to push his chest away but it was no use. He had too tight of a grip on her and it was useless.

"I knew you would find your way back, they always come back Gina, just as I told you" He spoke before breaking out into a high pitched giggle that had her shivering.

"I don't want to come back, I'm better off on my own" Regina spoke through gritted teeth, once she got herself off the streets she got a job at a strip club, might not have been a great job, but it was better than working the streets every night.

"You know, when you're on your own, no one is looking out for you on these streets" He explains as his hand slowly travels up her bare leg and slips under her skirt.

"Gold... please..." Pushing his hand away, but she wasn't strong enough.

"You need someone who can keep you from being hurt" His hand slid higher till he was cupping her ass and her hands were firm against his chest trying to push him away, but he was far stronger than she.

"Someone who will get you the money you deserve when you sell that sweet little body of yours" An almost evil grin spreading on his face before Regina took a breath and lifted her right hand and punched him square in the jaw causing him to stumble back. She grabbed her duffle and moved quickly to run out off the alley, but again he was too far more prepared than first she realized.

One of his men grabbed her small body in his arm and pushed her down to the ground. Her back against the cold asphalt. She thrashed against him, opening her mouth to scream, that was her only hope now. Before any sound could leave her mouth Golds hand collided with her jaw and only a whimper fell.

"Next time, be a good girl, because now; now you're getting punished"
Her arms being pinned above her head by the man who brought her down to the ground. Her mouth suddenly being covered with duct tape, courtesy of Gold. Her brown eyes grew wide with fear when she knew what was about to happen, as if it hadn't happened many times before. Feeling the cool air hit her chest as her blouse was ripped open, buttons flying everywhere.

Her chest heaved as his small rough hands explored her newly exposed skin. It made her feel disgusted that she couldn't fight him off. Another blow to her face and she cried out against the duct tape but hardly any noise escaped. This was one of the things she hated the most about her old pimp Ronald Gold, or better known as Rumple. He always got off of the abuse, the more blood, the more aroused he became.

His hands making their way under her shirt and she pressed her thighs together. Refusing to give him what he wanted. She watched him closely as his eyes grew dark with anger. He gripped her thighs rough enough to bruise them, prying them apart. Using his legs to keep them apart as he hovered above her.

"Just for that I'll be extra rough" Another high pitched giggle let his throat before he threw a blow to her stomach and she gasped, the wind being knocked out of her. Before she could even recover from the last blow, they started coming at rapid speed. Punch after punch to her stomach, arms, cheeks, thighs, anywhere there was ivory skin was soon darkened with bruises. Her eyes hardly open anymore as her breathing was labored. Seeing the blood falling down her body and the fresh purple bruises on her body had Gold more than ready. Ripping off her black skirt and pushing her underwear to the side, a cry of pain leaving her as he entered her. One final blow to the head knocked her out cold, something she would later be thankful for, not being able to remember his assault. It wasn't as if Gold minded. He was always known for his interest in necrophilia.

Robin let out a groan as his alarm clock went off. Signaling him that it was time for him to wake up for his night shift at the hospital. He started taking this shift because it was more money and he was going through a divorce. Lucky for him his soon to be ex-wife still lived with him. Sleeping in the extra room, he ran a hand down his face as he stood and made his way to the shower. Hoping that it would help wake him up for the long hours ahead of him.

Once he was out of the shower he dried off and quickly changed into Jeans and a nice button up top. Slipping on a tie and combing his hair back checking himself in the mirror one last time before walking out of his room and nearly bumping into his wife.

"We need to talk" She states simply.

"I don't have time for this Marian.. I have to say goodnight to Roland and go to work" Robin huffs out in exhaustion. He did his best to be a good father to his son, he was gone all nights and slept most of the day, his some didn't love him any less. Though he secretly wishes he could be a better father.

"Then we will take when you get home" She ordered and Robin simply rolled his eyes before walking into the room of his Two-Year old son. His son was fast asleep curled into his bed holding his favorite stuffed monkey.

"Sleep well little man, papa loves you" Kissing his sons head he slowly pulls away and looked at his sleeping son one more time. The only positive thing that came out of his marriage to Marian. Closing the door slowly behind him, making his way for the front door. Once outside he let out a breath, and felt the harsh wind of the autumn air. Getting into his car he began to make his way to the Hospital... Wondering what tonight had in store for him.

"Her blood pressure is dropping!" One Nurse yelled, placing her hand on Regina's neck.

"I can't find a pulse!" She cried as they hurried down the hallway, flying past Robin as they took her into surgery. Yelling to each other about her condition.

"Robin Surgery now!" His boss yelled just as he slipped on his lap coat.

"We have a rape victim, who was beaten to a pulp in there and you need to begin to operate. She's hanging on for her life, Go!" Robin couldn't move fast enough as he slipped off his coat and went towards the surgery room and slipped into the bathroom to put on his scrubs.

Rushing into surgery as the filled him in on her condition. Internal bleeding, contusions all over her body, potential broken arm, and bleeding in her brain. Abuse victims were ways the hardest for Robin, but he refused to let this woman die. He began what was a several hour surgery, never once stoping for a break. His colleague Dr. David Nolan had come in and began to operate on her brain, he was the only Neurosurgeon that Robin truly trust and would work with. Robin has been a general Surgeon for over five years now. He was one of the best in his field.

After twelve hours the surgery was completely and she was now resting in ICU. Robin kept a close eye on her, the bleeding in her brain had him worried, but he would have to pray she woke up and they would go from there. He walked into her room and saw her laying there, her ace swollen and brushed from her attack. He sighed heavily and rested his hand in his pockets.

"You'll get better Ms. Mills, I promise you" He spoke before slowly walking out of the room. Dr. Robin Locksley has never broken a promise.

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