Part Two:
The Claiming of a Princess
A pounding ache exploded behind green eyes as they flashed open; the pupils narrowing as darkness consumed them. Moaning in agony, the blonde scrambled to her feet but quickly regretted it as her mind began to spin; swaying back and forth on bruised legs, Emma felt her stomach twist and coil with bile. As the putrid substance raced up her throat the blonde fell to her knees as the contents of her stomach spilled from her. Shaking and sputtering, Emma clutched at the dirt beneath her fingers as her body heaved with pain and sickness. After several moments, the blonde finally found herself calming, and as she whimpered into her chest she wiped the bile from her lips with the back of quivering hands. Blinking back the hot tears that cut at her retinas like fiery blades, Emma slowly lifted herself back into a standing position and noticed a gentle light wafting toward her. Without preamble, the blonde raced forward, nearly tasting the warmth and salvation that the soft glow possessed. But, as Emma's face was coated in the luminous orange light she felt her heart sink within her chest as she acknowledged her imprisonment.
Caged behind sticky and moist stalactites and stalagmites—that resembled the jagged, veracious mouth of a monster—the blonde found herself taking cautious steps backward. As green eyes remained fixed on the flaming torches that lit the narrow passage leading to her cell, Emma took several deep, soothing breaths, trying to remember where she was. And just as her eyes fluttered shut her memory was alive with blood and flames, pain and anger, but most of all, the blonde's mind was filled with deviously sparkling black eyes that glared at her with an unwarranted hunger; full, crimson lips that claimed her flesh and demanded answers of her; powerful fingers that wrapped around her throat in warning; leaving black, bruised fingerprints where they had touched; and a kiss that had been stolen from Emma's lips as she stood panting and breathless. Regina—the Evil Queen; they were all of her. Every other thought that fluttered through her cranium seemed dull and pointless; it was the dangerous, throbbing thoughts of the villainess that consumed her—every small, shaking fragment rattled through the blonde's veins and ricocheted into her heart.
Gasping at the images that blasted inside her head, Emma's eyes shot open and she found herself unable to breathe. Clawing frantically at the invisible noose that clung to her throat, the blonde felt herself reliving the torturous final moments in the forest before she had spiraled, fully submerged, into oblivion. As the force grew stronger, Emma's vision grew blurry and dark—the only thing she could think about…the only thing the blonde could grasp onto were those teasing black eyes and that palpable red smirk. Screaming silently, Emma bit down hard on her bottom lip until she felt teeth sink into tender flesh. Her body was crumbling and falling into puddles of horrific memories and the only thing that seemed to sustain the blonde's perception of the present was the pain she was invoking upon herself.
Finally, as the bitter, metallic taste of blood coated her tongue, Emma felt the strangling hold falter and then completely vanish. Crashing against the make-shift bars of her cell, the blonde took rapid, thick breaths until her lungs ceased aching and let her green eyes roll into the back of her head in relief. As she began to settle herself against the sticky stalactites, Emma's head snapped up at the familiar, haunting sound of rich laughter. When her eyes lifted to the shadows of the passage way, a dark form emerged into the light, and before her features were presented by the torches the blonde already knew who it was: Regina.
"Why are you doing this?" Emma croaked, and she winced when she heard the brutal vulnerability in her question.
"I assumed you would know by now, dear," the Queen began as she slithered out of the darkness; "…I am doing this for my son."
"He is my son!" The blonde seethed between blood stained teeth.
"What's yours is mine," Regina breathed as she took the final steps towards her captive; only separated by the thick, dirty bars, "after all…you are mine."
"Never—I will never be yours."
The whispered defiance seemed to go unheard by the brunette as she pressed her face closer to Emma's, drinking in the fear and despair that wafted from her. With a satisfied smile pasted across full crimson lips, Regina lifted a hand and her dark eyes gleamed with power as the blonde flinched away from her touch. Green eyes looked at the Queen with a radiance of hatred and spark of fight, but as slender, cold fingers ghosted across Emma's cheek all of the light seeped away. The blonde gripped onto the slimy bars as the dark woman's hand caressed her softly; the tingles that danced down her spine were traitorous sensations that belied her current imprisonment. Regina seemed to notice that her prisoner was fighting a war within herself, and she felt her heart beat firmly in her chest: she was so much closer to winning than she had intentionally thought.
"My, even when you're a mess…" the brunette sighed as she rubbed her thumb against Emma's bloodied lip, "…you're still quite beautiful."
"I—" the blonde's words died on her lips as she watched the Queen lick the scarlet blood from the tip of her finger—Regina was literally consuming her bit by bit. "I have nothing to say to you…"
"That's no matter," the dark woman purred as she traced a long, black fingernail down Emma's torso and smirked when the blonde shivered beneath her touch, "words are for those who have the freedom to express themselves, and you, my dear, don't."
Gulping away the lump that formed within her throat, Emma's eyes watched as the brunette's hands fluttered down her body to the waistband of her pants. Swallowing the black, studded desire that growled in her stomach, the blonde tried to remain stoic as Regina slid her palm within the tight material. Just as the Queen's knuckles grazed across the thin material of Emma's underwear, the dark woman pulled away at the sound of a hollow, wanting hiss. Smiling at the blonde with vicious teeth and sparkling eyes, the brunette flicked her wrist and the bars between her and Emma disappeared. Stumbling forward on shaking legs, the blonde felt those familiar strong fingers wrap around her wrist tightly, and she nearly gasped at the memory of what those digits could do. But, before she could remain implemented within the thought, Emma was roused by sharp nails digging into her flesh and a jerking motion as she was pulled away.
Within seconds, the blonde's spine was colliding against a dark corner and she seethed in pain as Regina pressed her even deeper into the jagged stone of the wall. Firm hands glided up Emma's arms and she cursed beneath her breath as she found herself shivering when the brunette's fingers braced her wrists above her head. The back of her hands scratched against the biting walls, and the blonde let out a stilted breath as she felt the flesh rip open. Unable to stand the pain, Emma struggled against the dark woman's hold on her, fighting against her captor vigorously until a hot tongue ran along the column of her throat and the blonde instantly settled. Smirking at the new turn of events, the Queen sucked Emma's pulse point into her mouth and savored the feel of the blonde's life dancing beneath tongue.
"Don't," Emma yelled in a strangled cry as forceful fingers tore at her body, "don't—stop."
"Which is it, dear?" Regina taunted in a breathy whisper as one of her hands trailed down the blonde's stomach until she was cupping her fingers against the writhing woman's sex. "Don't, or don't stop?"
"Fuck," Emma cursed as she felt delicious pressure build between her thighs, "Regina—"
"Yes?" The brunette asked coyly around the skin captured in her teeth.
"You won't break me."
The confidence and truth that oozed from the blonde's lips made the Queen falter and she pulled away; dark eyes meeting green in a daring stare-off. Cocking her head to the side, the dark woman stepped back a few inches and let her hands fall away from Emma's body. The blonde let her arms slide back to her sides, but quickly folded them across her chest in defiance. Sighing at the lack of Emma's subordination, Regina pushed away the torrent of desire that bubbled within her stomach and surged forward. Taken aback, the blonde's head smacked against the stone and she cried out as her battered skull cracked against the hard surface; smiling ferociously, the brunette ripped Emma's arms away from her chest. Unable to protect herself further, the blonde merely slumped against the wall and closed her eyes, willing away the disturbing situation she had found herself in. As they clenched tighter, Emma's irises fluttered behind their lids as she felt her shirt tear open, the material sagging away and exposing the pale skin of her chest. Cold fingers raked up her abdomen roughly, and the blonde sucked in a breath as the Queen's hand lifted to her left breast, nails digging into the flesh directly above Emma's heart.
"Do you know how easy it would be…" Regina moaned, as she pressed her fingers deeper into the blonde's chest; the tips sinking within the flesh and caressing the quivering mass of Emma's heart, "…to make you mine?"
"But you won't…" the blonde gasped as she felt the cold palm wrap around the pounding muscle, "…you need me—"
"I don't need anyone!" The brunette ground out loudly as she tightened her grip and watched in mesmerized awe as Emma's eyes grew wide and her body began to convulse.
The sparkle within black eyes began to fade as the blonde grew cold and nearly lifeless—the blank stare within green eyes disconcerted the Queen and she bit her lip in confusion. Narrowing her eyes, the dark woman felt something inside her break as her fingers loosened their hold on the barely beating heart. Growling deeply within her throat, Regina wrenched her hand from Emma's chest and bit back a scream as she turned around and began pacing frantically. The blonde sucked in a breath of stale air as she crumpled to the floor, placing a shaking hand over her quaking organ. But she was unable to fully compose herself from the near-death experience as Emma felt sharp fingers jerk her into a standing position by the golden strands of her hair. Screaming at the pain that suddenly bombarded her, the blonde watched the dark woman with blurry eyes as she swarmed back into Emma's personal space. Anger radiated from every pore of the brunette's olive skin as she sneered at the weak woman pressed beneath her body.
"Why must you make me hurt you?" Regina screamed, her face falling against the blonde's until their foreheads touched, "why can't you just tell me what I want to hear?"
"Because I don't care what happens to me—" Emma groaned, every inch of her body sobbing in agony, "—all I care about is, Henry."
"Fine," the brunette fumed, nudging her captive harder against the wall, "if that's how you truly feel."
Nodding in agreement to the Queen's tart, poisonous words, the blonde stared at her openly and saw the myriad of emotions that danced within the black depths of the dark woman's eyes—she was fighting a never-ending battle within herself; for a moment Emma almost felt sympathy for the woman, but swallowed it deeply as she was cruelly reminded of how retched Regina truly was. Seeing the flash of softness that embraced the blonde's gaze, the Queen grew enraged and she thrust her body backward. Lifting an arm in the air she snapped her fingers; the crackling sound reverberated throughout the small passage and stung Emma's ears. As the noise was slowly absorbed by the walls, two large doors at the end of the hallway were kicked open. Smiling dangerously as her eyes fell upon the approaching guards, Regina twirled towards the men in black armor. They bowed to their Queen as she slithered near them; without words she cocked her head to the side and acknowledged the blonde that stood limply against the dark corner.
Emma's body rippled and coiled with fear as her eyes clung to the dark, hulking forms that surged toward her rapidly. Digging her fingernails into the jagged stone of the wall, the blonde felt herself jerked away from the wall and onto the floor. As her face careened against the mud, Emma whimpered in pain as the two men each grabbed an arm and began dragging her down the passage. Kicking and screaming as they pulled her behind them, the blonde tried to strike against them, but it was to no avail. Crying out, Emma felt as though her skin was being ripped from her bones and she sobbed in agony as they continued without falter. Before the pain fully consumed her, the blonde found the strength to lift her head and her gaze fell upon the dark woman who's sickening smirk made Emma's heart stall in her chest.
"Take her!" Regina called after her guards, as she twisted her shaking hands behind her back; hiding the nerves that ripped through her unwarranted, "she must be punished!"
A/N: This part was really hard for me to write, it being quite dark and all. But, I worked really, really strenuously on it so I hope that you all enjoy it. Although I'm sure I've done better, I do hope that you don't mind if this chapter isn't up to par. Anyway, let me know how you feel about the new installment by REVIEWING! :)