A/N: Set In Vampires of Venice. Alternate Ending.

AU. What would of happened, in my mind, if Isabella hadn't released Amy from that chair.

I've been thinking about writing a story like this for a while, and when this plot bunny hit me in the middle of the night, I had to write it down!

WARNING: Very Dark. Explicit themes: Assault, Abuse, Rape. Don't carry on if it isn't your thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or any of it's characters or themes. I'm just a fan.

Hope you enjoy it, tell me what you think, I'll update soon!

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She knew it was his voice, the Doctor's voice, even through the hazy fog threatening to smother her. They had come for her. The Doctor and Rory. Her boys. She shook her arms violently, the shackles cutting into her wrists.

She called their names, desperately, her voice cracking from dehydration, her throat protesting against the grating sound. Footsteps retreated into the distance. Still she struggled, until crimson beads seeped out from under her restraints, and the tang of iron pervaded her mouth. Still she screamed, until the shadowy figure that had appeared in the doorway stepped into the light.

"Why don't you be a good little girl and quieten down? You wouldn't want to upset mummy, now, would you?"

"Let me go, you phsycopath!" she screamed, though she knew that would never work. Francesco's eyes flashed, his mouth contorting into a scowl.

"Sorry," he whispered, "did you mishear me?"

He slowly advanced, lining his eyes up with hers, centimetres from her face.

"Or did you just ignore me?"

His hands shot to her wrists, swiftly undoing the cuffs and sharply pulling on her already cut arms, forcing her to stand, despite her spinning head. He jerked her around, slamming her into the wall, then he stabbed his teeth into her neck. She screamed, but lack of blood meant she couldn't defend herself. She sagged in his death grip, limp against the wall, head pounding.

He finally withdrew, gazing at her with cold and frighteningly lustful eyes. She stared back, as defiantly as she could. Her throat screamed with every breath, but she couldn't just let him get away with it.

"It doesn't frighten me. You don't own me." she spat.

"Oh, but I will." he breathed, drawing back.

The arm holding her weight withdrew as another slammed into her temple, throwing her to a crumpled heap on the floor. She frantically tried to curl her sluggish limbs into her body, but her leg was caught in a tight grip and yanked backwards, dragging her twenty metres across the jagged stone floor through an archway into a small dark sharp stones ripped her nightgown, and tore into her scrabbling hands. She was abruptly dropped, and for a second all she could do was watch as rivulets of crimson trickled down her arm and pooled in a crevice in the flag stone.

Viciously, a boot pounded into her stomach, then another, and another. She grunted in pain each time, a breathless sob escaping her lips. A hand grabbed her arm, digging into her flesh and pulling her over to lie flat on her back. This was wrong. The Doctor should be here to save her. She needed him. She didn't want this monster anywhere near her. She just wanted the pain to stop.

But it didn't. The blows kept on coming, relentlessly, mercilessly. A fist glanced her face, another catching her square in the eye. Boots rained down on her stomach and chest. Each hit forced another groan of pain out from her lips. It fuelled him, each blow becoming harder as the moans became more frantic. She sobbed, breaths catching in her throat, chest heaving, as the dry sounds echoed around the small chamber.

Francesco snarled, the sound resonating in her ears. he ripped at her already shredded dress, exposing her to this horrible, terrible creature. A sickening grin curled around his mouth, as he gripped her struggling hips and pinned her to the ground. She was shaking now, her whole body wracked with the all consuming sobs, the moans emitting from her mouth high and panicked. She had no strength left to fight. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop him.

" Did you like that? Did you?" he snarled, his lips dripping with hatred and crazed lust.

"It's time to make sure you're mine, forever."

His heels ground into her legs, and his hands flew to unfasten his robes before pounding into her shoulders, pushing them back onto the ground, her head following, and hitting the stone with a dull clunk.

He couldn't do this. She couldn't let him. But she didn't have a choice. What did that make her? She thought about the disgust that would surely be in the Doctor's eyes, that would be etched into Rory's face, if they ever found out. No one would love her, or want her, after this. They couldn't.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and bit down hard on her tongue, drawing blood, as he roughly trust himself inside her.

"Please..." she sobbed. She just wanted him to stop.

He growled, and brutally thrust again, the friction excruciating. Amy wanted to be sick. He grunted on top of her, repeating this action, more and more violently, until with a final snarl, climaxed inside her.

He fell onto her, crushing the wind out of her broken body, abruptly cutting off her sobs. As she desperately tried to force the air back into her body, to slow the hyperventilation that threatened to overcome her, and to calm the frantic sobbing forcing its way up her throat, he finally lifted himself up, stamping on her forearm in the process, which made a sickening crunch under his weight. She felt a sharp, white pain, and vaguely heard a scream, but didn't register that it had, in fact, come from her, until the first boot connected with her abdomen.

He kicked her until she was curled in the corner, her bleeding body broken. Blood streamed down the open gashes on her arms and midriff, pooling into the uneven flooring. Her chest heaved, every movement sending shocks down her body. His voice sounded in her foggy mind, through the haze of pain and panic that had settled over her.

"I own you, and I will until the day you die. You are nothing. You are worthless." he spat.

With that, he turned on his heel, and glided out of the room.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, new chapter coming soon. Reviews would be appreciated!