*Lets start with the basics*-I do not own any of the rights to this movie.-Is this historically correct or follow the strict guidelines of the movie? Nah.-Why is it rated M? Mature content including rape and violence. Turn back now if that's too much for you. And I respect that.

*Moving On*This is my first time actually publishing some of my writing. So be gentle with my delicate self-esteem! Kidding. Throw whatcha got.I didn't do any research anything for this story. I just let the inspiration flow. I hope you guys like it.

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The following week was a nightmare. The same thing, every day. Shan-Yu would ravage me at sunrise and return to do the same at sunset. My wrists were freed, but a shackle was put on my ankle attached to a long chain that was molded into a massive cement block that was impossible to move. He then buried the block. A little overboard…The chain was just long enough for me to walk the perimeter of the tent. I could not reach my foot under the flaps or touch any of the supporting beams to breakdown the tent to cause a distraction.

Shan-Yu had been "kind" enough to give me a sweaty, old shirt of his that fell past my knees and kept sliding off my shoulder. Slaves from previous conquers were sent in to tend to my needs; food, water, and bathing. They were all mute, their tongues having been cut out. On the second day, a skittish teenage girl had entered, carrying a tray of stale bread, dried meat, and a pitcher of water. She was so frail, her bones prominent all over. The poor thing was filthy and covered in bruises. I could not tell what her nationality was. A pair of stronger slaves came in carrying a tub full of icy water and a bar of coarse soap, obviously used.

The men left quickly, neither looking at me. The girl set the tray down and began moving about, cleaning up the clothes and other trash Shan-Yu had thrown about. She was silent, just like all the other slaves. I nibbled on the meat, the saltiness making me queasy. I sensed the girl watching me, her eyes darting to the food.

"Have some." I whispered, holding out the meat I had just been eating. She paused, looking nervous. She glanced over her shoulder, expecting someone to barge in. I urged the whole tray towards her as she gingerly sat down. She looked at me once again before devouring everything. My heart ached for this young woman. She had obviously been tortured and starved, so much pain shown in her eyes.

After she had finished gulping down the water, she helped me bathe. There seemed to be a bit of pep in her step. She had also had her tongue removed, so our conversation was filled with me whispering and her nodding or shaking her head. We had figured out her name by drawing her name in the dried dirt. She quickly erased it after I had read it.

Ai: loving.

"We need to escape." She froze mid-brushing. I could feel her tense up behind me. Ai's next movements were swift as she swooped my hair into a braid and into a bun atop my head. I could not let her get away just yet. "I need you to get me a weapon. Bow and arrows, a dagger. Anything." Before I could say anything else, she was gone. My hope was shattered. Ai was my last chance.

Shan-Yu returned later that night, his smugness more intense. Something was not right. His black eyes landed on me, where I was perched on the make-shift bed. I hated seeing how pleased he was with himself. Every time he looked at me, his eyes shined like a man who had just won a gruesome battle or a prized pig. I decided to focus on my nails, trying to ignore his arrogance tonight.

"I have good news." His voice rumbled through the tent. I continued to pay no attention to him. "Your General is coming for you." I finally met his gaze, my eyes wide. Shan-Yu began to walk towards me, his pace slow and menacing. "His army has reached the Wall. They could be here within two days." I tried to keep my face blank, not wanting to show Shan-Yu the hope that was blossoming inside me. He stopped at the foot of the bed, looking down at me.

"That is good news." My voice was calm, but my heart was hammering inside my chest.

"Oh no. That's not the good news." He crouched onto the bed, his eyes burning with so many different emotions: anticipation, a hint of anger, and desire. I could not hold back my shudder. But I was not going to let Shan-Yu take this moment away from me. I now had something to keep me going. I could hold out until Shang got here. "Your eyes give you away, Fa-Mulan." Shan-Yu was in my face, the scent of blood and fire filling my senses, along with a touch of citrus. "Your spirit is inspiring." He leaned forward to kiss my neck. I clenched my teeth, trying to remain calm. "It's a shame that when we reach my kingdom, that spirit will have to be broken." His teeth sunk into the tender spot between my shoulder and neck.

And just like that, Shan-Yu had destroyed what little optimism I had.

I jerked back, my back hitting the pole of the tent. Shan-Yu grabbed the chain that was shackled to my ankle, and yanked hard. I gave a small shout as I was forced onto my back. I took my leg and lifted it over Shan-Yu's shoulder, wrapping it around his neck and forcing his head down into the bed where I wrapped my other leg around. I squeezed as hard as I could, fighting the pain as he slammed punches into my side and thighs.

Shan-Yu slid both hands between my legs and shoved them apart, slamming them onto the bed. He kept a tight hold on them as he began to undo his pants. He positioned himself at my entrance, an evil smile on his face.

I refused to beg. We had gotten past that. There was no point in screaming either. It did not matter how much I cried for help, no one came to my rescue. In fact, I sometimes heard the other men laughing and joking as they walked past. I quickly got over that. Instead, I fought as much as I could. I knew Shan-Yu enjoyed it in his criminal, sadistic way. But I fought none-the-less, it's all I had to keep me from becoming an empty shell.

"I have decided," he paused as he avoided one of my fists. He grabbed my other fist mid-swing, flipped me onto my stomach, and twisted my arms behind my back. He strained to open my legs that I was clenching as hard as I could. His hand slapped my rear-end hard, making me give a small cry from the sting. It gave him the opportunity, and he finally pried my legs apart. "You are far too valuable…" he grunted as he forced himself inside me. I screamed, not being able to ignore the pain of him chaffing me. He pulled out, spit, and shoved his slightly lubricated member back inside me. It did not lessen the pain at all.

"I think I shall keep you." He snarled in my ear. Shan-Yu released my arm, chuckling darkly at my attempt to fling him off me. "Yes…" his groan made me sick. "That feels wonderful. Keep going." I stopped immediately. He laughed again and continued his violent thrusts. His hands gripped my hips and he hoisted me upwards, my rear raised. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the pleasure from this terrible act, to the back of my mind. How my body could react in a positive way to him forcing himself on me made me hate myself.

One of his large hands snaked around and gripped my neck, cutting off my ability to breathe. I coughed, struggling to suck in the oxygen my lungs ached for. I tried to pull his hand off, feeling my consciousness fading. Just before I passed out, his hand was gone. I did not have time to recover as his thumb was suddenly on my clit, Shan-Yu had called it, the sensitive numb at the tip of my sex. I gave an involuntary moan, hating myself even more.

"Come for me." He moaned, his thumb moving faster and faster, the tantalizing motions once again taking control of my mind. I was forced to give into the animalistic side of me as my body began to shake from the intensity of my orgasm. I tried to move my hips away from him, but he kept his thumb pressed where it was.

"Stop!" I hissed, trying once again to break away from him. I was too sensitive from the last orgasm, the motions hurting. He finally removed his hand and placed it back on my hip. Shan-Yu's movements became more frantic, desperate for the release that I could tell was coming. I made one last attempt to break free, but his grip on my hips tightened to the point that I cried out.

Shan-Yu threw his head back and roared as he released his seed deep inside me. I felt the tears I was holding back fall down my cheeks. He finally collapsed on top of me, his weight forcing the air from my lungs. I felt his fingers twine in my hair and he brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"You always smell like fresh cherry blossoms." He sniffed again. "I cannot wait to have the smell overpowering my sheets, back home." I jabbed my elbow back, satisfied as I hit his ribs. He gave a soft grunt. His hand gripped my head and he pressed down hard, making my head pulse from the pressure. "I can always go again." Shan-Yu snarled in my ear.

"Fuck you." I could not hold back the vulgar words. I had heard Shan-Yu's men using it often during combat practice. It was obviously a derogatory term. Shan-Yu laughed loudly as he finally pulled out of me.

"I would greatly enjoy that." Shan-Yu gave a loud yawn before rolling off me and turning his back on me, taking the fur blankets with him. I pulled the shirt that had bunched up around my waist. The thin fabric did little to fight the cold and I began to shiver violently. Much to my disgust, I turned towards Shan-Yu and curled my body up to his for heat.

My thoughts turned to Shang. Was he really coming? When they found this encampment empty, would he abandon his mission? The Huns were ruthless, possibly the most feared warriors. Could Shang and the Imperial Army really defeat them? As I drifted off to sleep, my grandmothers words echoed into my mind. My life really had taken a drastic turn.