A/N: Well, Somehow I managed to have a quick update with this one. I can't thank you enough for all the reviews. And seriously, for Just a Guest, I don't know your review just made me SO happy. Thus, I will try to get another chapter of OHHH up by New Year's…one dedicated to you.

Thank you all, so so much. I can never say it enough.

And now, this will be longer than a two-shot…not sure on the length yet. Ps: sorry about the curse at the end.

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Coerced
Part 2

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"Éponine, please," he said softly, rubbing her shoulder tenderly.

She shied away from his touch, closing in on herself further and crying into her knees.

"You have to tell me. I know something has been bothering you, I can tell…but please you have to tell me what happened."

"B-but…you'll punish me when I tell you." She gently lifted her water-filled eyes up to his.

His heart just broke as he looked back at her. She was so fragile, so vulnerable, so scared. "I'm not going to. I would never punish you, Éponine. You know that. Please, though, you have to tell me."

She rocked gently back and forth, keeping her eyes glued on the bedsheets below, debating on what to say or how to even begin. She waited for a while, letting her breath return to a bit of normality. Enjolras was waiting for her to speak patiently, but she knew patience for a man can only last so long.

"Éponine," he said again.

She jumped at the sound of his voice. "It was work," she said quickly. Gathering a breath, she tried to speak again. "It was yesterday at work. Everything was fine. It was nearing the end of the day and…and mostly everyone had gone home already. B-but my boss - "

"Pierson?"

She nodded. "Yes, h-he asked me to photocopy a few letters for him before I packed up my things. So, I did...and when I-I returned to his office - " She shut her eyes tightly, being forced to watch the memory that she was trying desperately to forget. "H-he was in his office and he asked me to wait a minute. H-he started looking over the work a-and then he asked me…about you."

"About me? What was he asking?"

Éponine wiped her eyes on her bare knee, sniffling a bit. "He wanted to know what you do…and he wanted to know how long we had been dating for…he wanted to know how serious we were. He didn't ask about me really…he still doesn't know about 'Parnasse. But then…he started acting weird, he started saying how lucky you were. And I didn't really get it. But then, he stood up and locked his office door. H-he came up…right behind me…" Enjolras audibly gasped, hands balling into fists already. "Then, he asked me if you would mind sharing."

Enjolras grabbed ahold of Éponine's shoulders a little too roughly, making her look up at him. "Did he touch you?"

Her face crumpled before him and she broke into another sob. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…"

His brows creased with anger, hands tightening on her involuntarily. "Then what happened? Was that all?" Éponine shook her head as the tears continued to fall. "Then what? Éponine, you have to tell me."

She took in a large breath, steadying herself. "He starting saying all these things about how I look at him, about how he always sees me staring at him, about how I want him - But Enjolras! It's not true, it's not true. I don't, I don't. I've never done anything like that. But he wouldn't listen to me. He didn't care. H-he…he just kept talking while he held onto me and his hands got lower...and lower...and then, he called me a-a…a - "

"A what?"

She shut her eyes tightly and whispered, "A cock tease."

Enjolras' heart broke even further, his face fell into one of compassion and he cupped her soggy cheek even though her eyes wouldn't meet his.

"Please don't hate me, Enjolras. I'm so sorry…I tried not to - I didn't want to - I refused him."

Suddenly, Enjolras' ears perked and his soft movements on her cheek stopped. "What do you mean?" he asked hesitantly, now knowing there was more to this story.

"He made me…I swear! I tried…I tried to fight him…but he threatened me." The tears fell freely again as if they had never stopped.

"Éponine. You have to tell me what else happened. What did he make you do? What. Happened?" His voice was arctic and low, the muscles inside him were tightening in a growing rage. It was difficult not to explode right then and there.

"He…he…" She gulped for lost air, finding it suddenly difficult to breathe. Her dry mouth wasn't helping any. "He told me…to get on my knees. But I refused him. I told him I needed to be going. I told him that you were coming to pick me up. Then…he grabbed a book from his desk and whacked me across the knees with it. He told me again to get on my knees. But…I wouldn't. He started yelling. And then, when I wasn't expecting it, he hit me with the book in the back on my knees and I just fell to the ground. I smashed my kneecaps on the floor. He stood above me, and I tried to fight him. But he threatened me, saying he'd hurt me worse if I didn't listen to him…if I didn't cooperate. He grabbed me by the head and…." Her voice trailed off, finding the air leave her again. "We need the money, Enjolras. I wanted to make you proud. I wanted to keep my job. I couldn't let you take care of everything forever. I wanted to do this on my own. He said we'd only do this twice a week. I thought it would…I thought I could keep my job then..."

"After he grabbed your head, what happened next?"

She paused for a heartbeat. "He forced me to - " she whispered, the sounds of another sob threatening to fall. "...the zipper on his pants..." She couldn't even speak fully. The words losing themselves before they even made it out of her lips. "He made me…" She opened her mouth in an "O" shape before her voice collapsed into full blown sobbing again as she buried her head into her knees to hide the tears, to hide from Enjolras. "Please don't hurt me," she whimpered. "Please don't hurt me…I'm so sorry, Enjolras…I'm so sorry…please…just…"

Not knowing what else to do, Enjolras pulled Éponine's body close to his and just held her tightly. "I'm not going to hurt you," he breathed. "But I am going to hurt him."

"No! Enjolras! Please, I wasn't supposed to tell you. He made me swear not to tell anyone. He said if I told anyone, he said he'd find me and he said he'd hurt me. He said he'd slander my name so I could never find a job again."

His grip around her tightened momentarily and he clenched his teeth. It seemed to be that keeping her safe was the hardest task he ever dealt with. Would there never be an end to the evils in her world? Never be an end to her suffering? His voice came out as ice when he spoke next, he didn't mean to, but he couldn't help it; his virile personality was slipping through the cracks. "So what did you plan to do, Éponine? Keep working for him? Keep doing what he asked? And never tell me?"

Her body stilled in his arms, suddenly feeling suffocated him. "No…" she whimpered. "I don't know…I just…" She let out another cry. "I'm so sorry. Please, just please don't hurt me."

In a second, Enjolras released her and was on his feet, grabbing clothes from his dresser with a vexed expression in his eye.

Éponine clutched the sheets of the bed, watching all of his movements. "Please, I'm sorry, Enjolras." He ignored her, stalking to the closet and grabbing a belt off the belt rack. "Please!" she nearly screamed, feeling her heart rate increase, feeling herself almost faint from the fear. "I'll be good, I promise. I'll be a good girl, I'll be good, please don't punish me."

Mechanically, his head turned to hers. "If you think, I'm going to let that bastard get away with what he's done to you, then oh, Éponine, you don't even know me at all."

In the next instant, he was out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Éponine clambered to her feet in an effort to follow him. By the time she made it into the living room, Enjolras was by the front door, dress shirt on over slacks and he was tightening his belt around his waist. He gave her one final look of aggravation with pain situated behind his eyes, grabbed his keys and left the apartment.

Éponine stood shock-still staring at the closed door. Her puffy eyes were wide, her mind running rampant, not knowing what to do. She knew where he was going and she knew she needed to follow him. In no time at all, Éponine slipped on a simple green dress, threw on a pair of wedges and scrambled out of the door, forgoing all other parts of her morning routine.

As she made it outside, Enjolras' car was already gone. She ran a hand over her mouth and decided the only other option was to walk - well run - to her job. Wasting no time, she picked up speed, heading down the blocks and wishing she didn't chose wedges to go with her outfit in her recent haste.

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Haphazardly, Enjolras parked his car and stalked into the main doors of The Boston Herald building. The place was dead quiet in the early morning except for a lone receptionist at the front desk.

"Is Jay Pierson in?" his harsh tone demanded.

"Do you have an appointment? He just got in like five minutes ago." The slender blonde looked up to Enjolras, pursing her plump cherry lips before turning them into a smile.

"What floor is his office on?"

"Do you have an appointment?" she countered again.

Enjolras balled his fists, clenching his teeth. "Yes, now tell me where his office is?"

"Name?" she asked, looking over at her computer.

He slammed his hand across the granite counter, causing the young blonde to jump. "Tell me where his damn office is! Or I swear to God..." He didn't finish that thought, instead opting to grit his teeth in a look of fury.

She sat terrified, hands trembling. "Fourteenth floor, room 1405...d-do you w-want me to call and tell him you're on your way?"

He stood back and straightened himself upright. "I don't think that will be necessary. Thank you very much for your cooperation..." He glanced over at the name plate on the counter and smiled, "...Noelle."

He backed himself away from the counter, sauntering to the elevator under Noelle's intriguing eye and pressed the button. As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Enjolras entered, whistling to himself, and sending a sadistic smile to the receptionist before the doors closed.

As Enjolras made his way to the fourteenth floor, his whistled down the empty halls looking for the one room he needed. Finally, his sights landed on the numbers 1405 at the end of the corridor, and even more, the door held a gold name plate of: "Jay Pierson - Editor in Chief."

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Éponine raced into the building, hair spewing in all directions.

"Éponine!" Noelle called from her desk at at taking in the sight of her co-worker. "What the hell happened, did you just run here or something?"

She landed across the desk. "Please, just tell me, did my fiancé come in here? Enjolras?"

"Fiancé? What did he look like?"

"He's tall, blonde hair..."

"Was he angry?"

"Oh god...where did he go?"

"Up to Pierson's office. Like not even ten minutes ago. I was actually going to call security but he said he had an appointment. I just thought he had a temper..."

Éponine groaned into her hands.

"Éponine, what the hell happened?"

She picked herself up and took a deep breath. "I've got to go. I've got to take care of this." In an instant, she was jogging to the elevators, ignoring the sounds of her name echoing through the lobby.

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"Hello? Can I help you with something?" His tone was friendly, seeming to be inviting, but Enjolras knew better than to fall for that act.

Enjolras stood in the doorway, staring intently at the man - the Mr. Jay Pierson himself; the pervert, the scumbag, the sleezeball himself. He sat behind his oak desk with a bewildered expression, trying to smile sweetly at the interruption. Looking once over, Jay was a very handsome man of thirty-five; caramel covered hair that flowed into a bit of scruff around his chin, a large build, and a pristine grey suit, matching the color of his steely eyes.

"I said, can I help you with something, sir? I don't have any meetings scheduled this morn - "

"I heard you the first time," Enjolras snapped, taking a bold step in the room and closing the door behind him.

Jay shut his mouth and pursed his lips. "Well, who are you? You come barging into my office - "

"I'm Éponine's fiancé."

The editor blanched behind the safety of his desk. Slowly, he rose to his feet, keeping his eyes trained on the intruder. "Well, sir, it's very nice to meet you. Is there anything I can do for you - "

His sentenced was silenced as Enjolras' bounded across the room, behind the desk, and grabbed the despicable editor by the lapels of suit, bringing his face only inches to his own. "You filthy bastard! What the hell is your problem?" Enjolras shook him harder, breath seething through his teeth. "Tell me something, do you like preying on innocent young girls? You like the power it gives you?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Liar. Don't play stupid. You know exactly what I'm talking about." His face was beaming red, anger seeping out through each pore.

"Sir, you must be mistaken. But I'd appreciate if you let go of me and we can figure this out."

Enjolras shook the man harder in his hands, walking him backwards until he slammed him into his own bookshelf. "There's nothing to figure out. I know exactly what you did to Éponine."

Jay's eyes narrowed, jaw setting. "I won't tell you again. Let go of me," he said in a deadly tone.

"Enjolras!"

Both the men whipped their heads to the voice that forced open the door with a loud thud.

"Éponine?" Enjolras barked, in a voice still laced with rage. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing, Enjolras? Stop this. It won't solve anything."

"Éponine," he whispered, face momentarily melting, expression turning soft, and hands loosening on Jay's jacket. He saw the scared look on her face and squared his shoulders. He had to take care of it, he couldn't let Jay get away with this. "I'm taking care of it," he finalized, turning his hard eyes up to Jay once again. "Someone needs to teach this bastard a lesson and I'd be more than happy to have the honor of doing it."

Suddenly, like a noise being heard at the most inopportune time, Jay laughed; he tossed his head back and laughed. "You really think I'm the one to blame in all of this?" he asked Enjolras. "Ha! Why don't you ask that fiancée of yours. You should see the way she parades around this office, the way she waves that ass in my face...the flirting. God, you're lucky I didn't rape her ass the first week she was here. Lord knew how much she was asking for it."

The tears were brimming over Éponine's eyes now as she shook her head and trembled nervously in the center of the room. "N-no...I-I...I d-didn't..."

"You son-of-a-bitch!" Enjolras hollered as his fist connected with Jay's jaw. There was a gruesome sound of a crack and neither knew if it was the hand or the jaw. But Éponine cried out the second Enjolras pulled back his arm.

Jay's head lolled to the side for a moment before he righted himself up and smiled. "If you think I'm going to let some cheap Boston bartender - "

Enjolras looked dead into his sick smile and reeled back his fist, punching the smile right off his face and stopping him mid-sentence.

"Enjolras!" Éponine shrieked, hands covering her mouth.

"I've got a Masters in law!" he yelled loudly in the editors ear. "Oh, when I'm finished with you - "

"Please..." she begged, interrupting him, with tears now streaming down her face.

"Leave, Éponine," Enjolras growled. "Leave the room, right now."

"Please, Enjolras...please."

His eyes never left Jay. Honestly, he was too much enjoying watching the dark liquid that seeped from his nostrils. "Get. Out. Of. Here," he growled again.

"You little bitch," her boss chided in his dazed state. "You see what you caused? I told you not to tell anyone, didn't I?"

Jay was silenced with another punch in the nose. "Shut the hell up," Enjolras seethed to which Éponine only yelped and cried harder.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I'm so sorry."

"Get out of here, Éponine!" Enjolras yelled again.

The wooden door creaked as a timid blonde poked her head into the room and gasped. Everyone turned their attention to her and Jay spoke. "Lillian, get security here now, tell them to call the police."

"No, no, no!" Éponine cried, fidgeting her hands in agitation and turning her whole body to the blonde. "Lilly, please, we don't need to call the police, please, please."

"Don't listen to her, Lillian."

"What's going on, Éponine?" Lillian whispered tersely to her co-worker.

"Lillian! Go!" Jay bellowed, words loud enough to ring throughout the room.

Éponine stood dazed; immobilized as she clenched her hands to her chest, heart beat thumping, blood pounding through her ears. She opened her mouth to speak, but the only sounds that came out were sobs.

"For God's sake, Éponine! Can't you just do what you're asked and get out of here?" Enjolras' loud words broke through to her.

She turned to Enjolras just in time to see him pull his arm back again, eyes set on Jay. She had never seen him so angry, she had never seen him act so violent and she had never heard him raise his voice at her. Her breath caught in her throat and she could neither inhale nor exhale. Her mind fell still seeing only Jay's dark eyes staring lustfully at her, Lilian's confused eyes waiting for answers, and Enjolras' vengeful glare.

Jay looked her dead in the eye, leering at her. "This is all your fault, you cock-teasing bitch..."

Those words were enough to set Enjolras off. He let his fist lurch forward once again into the editor's face and it was at that moment, Éponine's world fell to blackness. The last things she heard before it all went dark were the sound of her own head hitting the floor and Enjolras' expletive falling off his tongue.

He stared down at her still body from across the room, heaving a sigh. "Fuck..."