Authors note: Trigger warning: Rape!
"Miss Mills, you're going on a little fieldtrip." Emma said while she unlocked the cell and slid the door to the left.
Regina sat up on her bed and looked at the blonde with confusion written over her face.
When Regina made no move to stand up, Emma sighed. "Come on, Miss Mills. I'd hate to drag you out of there."
Regina stood up slowly and walked over to the blonde officer. "What is it, officer Swan? I thought today was 'stay in your cell' day."
"Like I told you, you're going on a fieldtrip."
She grabbed the brunette's upper arm and pulled her out of the small cell. Regina stumbled into her, caught by surprise at the sudden movement.
"Officer Swan! You don't have to manhandle me!"
"Manhandle?" Emma scoffed. "If you think that's manhandling, you're in for a ride. You're the daughter of a millionaire, those people don't do well with the prisoners and you're a cop killer, those people don't do well with the officers. You're practically alone."
Haven't I always been alone? Regina wanted to say it aloud but quickly stopped herself.
"Well then, pray tell officer, why do you still talk to me? Seeing that officers don't like a 'cop killer'."
Emma cuffed the brunette and pushed her in front of her. "Because I believe you."
She put her hand on the small of Regina's back and the both of them walked through another one of the many concrete hallways this prison had.
Regina was caught by surprise at the honest answer the blonde had given her.
"Why?"
Emma looked at her with confusion. "Why what?"
"Why do you believe me?"
It was a fair question, Emma knew that. But still it was hard to answer. Because I have feelings for you. No that won't do. Because I'm sorry that your husband was an abusive bastard. Nope, she didn't want Regina to think that she pitied her, pity was for the weak and from what Emma had gathered Regina Mills was many things, but weak wasn't one of them.
"Because I recognize the signs." Yes, that'll do.
Regina's head snapped to the right, her piercing brown eyes felt like bright sunlight against her green ones.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Came the resolute answer.
Emma inwardly sighed, god this woman was hard to talk with. "Of course you don't, Miss Mills."
They walked in silence until they stopped in front of the same wooden door Emma had been standing in front of yesterday.
"What is this?" Regina asked with a cold voice.
"It's the prison psychiatrist's office."
Regina felt dread fill her stomach. "And what are we doing here?" Please don't make me talk to some shrink, please don't!
"You're going inside and talk to Dr. Hopper. And after an hour I will pick you up and escort you back to your cell."
Well, praying had never helped her before. "Why? I don't need to talk to some shrink, I'm fine."
"Miss Mills, you and I both know that that's not true. You need to talk to someone or it'll keep haunting you."
Regina scoffed. "And how would you know, officer?" She practically spat.
"Because I speak from personal experience." Shit! Emma furrowed her brows. She hadn't meant to share that.
She pushed down the door handle and the door opened with the familiar creak. Regina grabbed the doorframe when Emma tried to push her inside of the small office.
But of course, Regina lost the battle, seeing that officer Swan was much stronger than her.
The red headed man stood up from behind his corner desk.
He reached his hand out. "Hello, Miss Whi- Mills. I'm Dr. Hopper, but you can call me Archie."
Regina narrowed her eyes at his slip up. So officer Swan had talked to him... Interesting.
When Archie saw that the brunette made no move to shake his hand he retracted it.
Regina turned around to the blonde. "Did you put him up to this?!" She asked with a low voice.
"Of course not Miss Mills. Officier Swan had nothing to do with this, it's a mandator-"
Regina cut him off. "Oh spare me the bullshit. I know what's going on here, and I'm not participating!"
"Well that's a shame, Miss Mills. Because you're going to be here, thrice a week, one hour. Whether you like it or not." Emma said confidently.
"Why?! Are you going to force me?!"
"I will if I have to."
"I have my goddamn rights!"
"Not in here you don't! Who's going to stand up for you here? I've said it before. You. Are. A. Cop killer!"
Regina wanted to snap back, but she understood that there was nothing she could do about it. So she shut her mouth. "Fine."
Emma was surprised. "Fine?"
"Yes fine, officer Swan! It's not like I haven't been forced to do something I don't want to before."
And that was it. Emma felt terrible, but there was no way back now.
"I'm doing this to help you, Miss."
Regina didn't respond she just held up her cuffed wrists so Emma could uncuffed them.
Emma snapped the harsh matel cuffs from Regina's small wrists.
"I'll be here to pick you up again, in one hour."
Regina just glared at her and sat down gracefully on the leather couch.
Emma felt tears in her eyes and she quickly walked out of the room, the door closed behind her with a soft click. She left behind a seething and broken brunette and a very shocked and confused doctor.
...
"So, Miss Mills." Archie started and he seated himself down in his comfy chair.
Regina cocked a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "I'm not planning to talk to you, you do know that don't you?"
He furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why do you not want to talk to me, Miss Mills, Regina? Is it okay if I call you Regina?"
"No you may not call me Regina, and to answer your other stupid question. I do not like talking about my life."
"Why not, Miss Mills."
"Because I do not wish to remember most of it."
Archie grabbed his notepad and a ballpoint pen and scribbled something on the paper. "Alright, let's start with something else. Why do you insist on being spoken to with your last name, it's rather formal." .
Regina furrowed her brows, her expression clearly giving away that she was annoyed by the seemingly useless questions. "I don't know, I just do. It sends out an authoritarian image."
"And do you feel like you need to be in control?"
Yes! I do, when I'm not in control I get hurt, and that won't happen to me again.
Regina held her tongue.
"I'm guessing your silence means a yes." He said and he scribbled something else down.
"Well then I suggest that you stop guessing." Regina snapped back.
Archie raised his eyebrows at her harsh respond.
He had actually hit the nail right on the head. Not being in control means getting hurt and Regina had learned that the hard way.
...
"Regina I'm home!" Leo yelled while he slammed the door closed behind his back. He hung up his jacket and laid his holster on the side table.
"Dinner better be ready!"
He kicked of his work shoes. His sock clad feet slapped against the tiles when he stepped into the kitchen. His beautiful wife was stirring some sort of sauce. His eyes darkened with lust at the shake of her hips while she was stirring furiously.
He stepped behind his wife, who immediately went rigid when she felt her husbands arms envelope her waist. "Why's dinner not ready yet, Regina?" He whispered threateningly in her ear.
Regina suppressed the shudder that wanted to rip through her spine. "I'm sorry Leo, there was a long line at the grocery store."
"Tsk, tsk Regina. All those excuses. You know you need to be punished now, don't you darling."
Regina let out a soft whimper when his right hand moved to her breast. "Please Leo, not tonight. I'm still sore from last night."
"That's because you're never wet for me Regina. That's not my fault."
He ripped open her white blouse, sending the small ivory buttons flying everywhere. He harshly pulled the tight fabric off of her arms and threw it on the floor. He grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and pulled the woman away from the stove.
"Forget dinner Regina, you're going to give me something even more tasty than your cooking."
He ripped off her lacy black bra and threw it to the floor also. Leo pushed his wife so she was bending over the cookingisland. He felt his manhood harden at the sight of his hot wife, bare before him. Leo bunched up his wife's skirt, and ripped away her matching lace panties.
"Please Leo stop!" Regina whimpered again.
He silenced her by slamming her face into the hard kitchen counter. Regina let out a cry and tasted blood when she licked her lip. It had probably split open.
Leo quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down in one go.
"Oh, Regina!" He said breathlessly when he thrusted into her with one hard pound.
Regina cried out in pain. It felt like she was being ripped apart.
"Stop it, please!"
He ignored her and pounded into her vigorously.
For Regina it seemed like it went on for hours. She felt blood and semen trickle down her thighs when he came inside of her with a grunt. Her breasts were painful from where he had roughly squeezed them. There were bloody clawmarks on her back from where he had ran his nails harshly along her caramel colored skin.
More scars for the collection. She thought bitterly.
He pulled out of her. "God, Regina you're lucky you're good at this." He stepped away from her and Regina couldn't keep herself standing anymore, she fell down and winced when her bruised body made contact with the hard and cold tiles of the floor.
He kicked her in the stomach and laughed when she groaned in pain.
"I'm going to go out to the bar. Be ready for round two when I'm home again."
It was not until the front door slammed shut again that Regina finally let out a sob. She grabbed the phone off of the kitchen counter and dialed her parents number.
"Cora Mills." The as usual emotionless voice came from the other side of the line.
"Mother." Regina said while tears streamed down her cheeks. "Please, get me away from him."
"Regina? What is it? Did something happen to you?"
"Please get me away from him, mother! He'll come back and hurt me again! Please!"
"Get you away from who?"
"Leo! My husband!"
"It this about the so called abuse again? I told you to drop the act, Regina."
How dare she scold me?! Regina felt anger swell in her chest. "This is not an act, mother! He raped and beat me!"
"Of course, Regina." He mothers skeptical response came. And then the line went dead.
Regina sobbed and lowered the phone. Nobody believed her, she was trapped inside of this hell! Forever!
The phone ringed again. Regina quickly answered.
"Regina Mills." Her voice was hoarse from all the crying and screaming.
"Oh, Regina. I'm so sorry."
"Daddy?" Regina sobbed aloud.
"Shhh, don't cry, darling."
"Daddy, please help me." Her voice shook with emotion.
"I wish I could, my child. I wish I could."
Regina sobbed again, the smell of burning sauce filling the kitchen.
...
"Miss Mills?"
Archie's voice snapped her back from her memory.
"What?"
"I asked you a question."
She looked up at the clock. 2 pm. "You know what, I think the hour is over."
Archie nodded in understanding. He had seen the haunted expression on the brunette's face when she was seemingly lost in a memory.
"Then we'll talk further the next time."
Regina only nodded in response.
Next time...
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