The Scars of War

Author's Note: Thank you to those of you who have taken the time to read this and review. This chapter will be cut short so that I can put the rated M scene in its own chapter for those of you that want to skip it. Enjoy

Disclaimer & Warning: I do not own Battlestar Galactica, or any of its characters. This does take place during the occupation of New Caprica and will feature torture and rape (maybe not in this chapter, but in others to come). This is not a story for children, and should be avoided by those that are offended by these types of themes.

One Month, 2 Weeks, and 5 Days

It's been two weeks since Leoben paid me a visit. It's been two weeks since I shed my first tears. It's been two weeks since I had to fight back thoughts of Bill when it was really the cylon. It's been two weeks since I got the bruises on my arms and face. It's been two weeks since I started doubting my decision. It's been one month, two weeks, and 5 days since I lost my freedom, and I will not forget it.

By now, I find it hard to stop replaying my last encounter with Leoben through my head. I cannot figure out why he did not finish the job. He had me pinned and there was no way I could have fought him off. He made his point clear that he would take me and that I had only one choice in the matter, but he decided to leave the room. He left me on the ground as he walked out of the cell with that smug look on his face.

I'm not saying that I am not grateful that he stopped, but it unnerves me to think that he has that type of control over me. He can stop and start this stupid game of his whenever he wants, and I have to follow along. I can go willingly or I can fight him. As I think about that choice, I know that I have already chosen to fight him, but is that the right thing to do? I could surrender and maybe he would lose interest and just let me be. I know that will never happen, though I would like to believe that it would.

The doors to my cell are opening again, and I don't know how I did not hear footsteps approaching. It should be Doral, ready to reprimand me for not eating all of my food and threatening to strap me back to a hospital bed. Or maybe it's Cavil, here to tell me all about how 'if I only cooperate with them, God will be forgiving.' Or even D'Anna and her ever annoying questions about Earth.

I was wrong on all accounts. Its Leoben's large form that walks through the door and I am a bit taken back. Last time he waited for a month before returning, so why is he back so soon?

"How are you, Laura?" He asks as he smiles down at me.

I look him in the eyes and can't help the shudder that runs through my ice cold body. I don't want to answer him, but after our last encounter I want to keep him talking and away from me.

"I'm cold and sore, but I guess that is the usual for all of your prisoners," I replied a moment later hoping to get some information about other prisoners they are keeping here.

"Well, if you hadn't bitten me, you wouldn't have that bruise on your face, now would you?" He says smoothly as he comes closer to me.

He avoided the second part of my statement completely, and I am not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. Am I the only prisoner that they are treating like this? Am I the only prisoner they still have? All of these questions were swirling through my head as I watched him get closer and closer.

"I bet you weren't expecting me back so soon," he says with a ferial grin, "truth is, I couldn't wait to see you again. I could not stop thinking about those magnificent breasts of yours or the way you felt writhing against me," he stops for a moment to look up to the ceiling with a smile, "you have been in my thoughts every day for the past week, and I love it."

I am still on the ground as I try to get away from his approaching form, but the fraking walls keep stopping me from doing anything. I can't run away or hide. I am stuck with this monster again. He is now looking down at me as one of his hands reaches out to touch my bruised cheek. I try to turn my face away, but his other hand stops my motion. He doesn't move towards me, in fact he seems to be staring into my eyes and looking into my sole.

It's a cliché, I know, but that is the only way to explain what he is doing. It reminds me of Bill, but where there is usually kindness and friendship in Bill's gaze, there is creepy and unnerving in Leoben's stare. It does nothing to ease the feeling of dread that is still building inside of me. I don't want to look away in fear that he might strike me, but if he does not stop soon, I will not be able to stop myself from shuddering under his intense gaze.

"You have the most beautiful eyes, did you know that?" he whispers as his thumbs begin to caress my cheeks, "And your hair," his fingers run through my hair to rub my scalp, "is perfect."

There is a tenderness in his words and actions that makes me think that he would not hurt me if I gave into him, but I stop that thought before I can ponder it any further. They are still the enemy and they have slaughtered millions of people for their own pleasure. It will be an eternity before I ever consider giving in again.

"I think we should pick up where we left off," he says as he leans forward, "and remember, I don't take kindly to biting," he growled into my ear, "unless of course it is all in the sport of good fun."

I cringe at his words as he leans in closer to my face, and I close my eyes and turn away as much as his hands will permit. I wish that I had stayed on Galactica with Bill, and that I had just told him how I felt. Maybe we would have stayed together in his rooms and spent the long nights nestled on his couch with a book or laying entangled in his rack. It would be him above me now trying to steal a kiss instead of this monster.

His lips meet mine in a crushing blow and I bring my hands up to push at his chest. No matter how hard I push, he is still there and I feel my world start to spin. I am surrounded by His scent. His breath. His arms. His lips. His body. My stomach is churning as he pushes his tongue past my lips and his hand into my hair.

It's all happening again, his other hand is snaking down to meet the hem of my shirt and each button is being removed with a vengeance. I try in vain to push his hand away, but he catches my wrist before I can do much damage. If it weren't for the fact that we were on the ground and he was crouching over me, it would be the exact same scene as two weeks ago.

My shirt is now completely open and is barely hanging on my shoulders as his mouth traces my throat down towards my chest. I try to bring my shirt closed with my free hand, but he only grins and brings my hand up to meet the other. I'm in the same fraking helpless position as last time, and I also have to laugh at the irony of my situation.

"I have missed these," he groans as his mouth fines the tender flesh of my breasts, "I can't wait to see them without the bra."

TBC…

Author's Note: I chose to end this here so that I can separate the rape scene from the story in case there are people who like the story but would prefer not to read the next scene. It will be the next chapter, so here is your warning.