Warning: mention of rape
Aramis couldn't breathe. "Tell me where your friends might be heading." Andrea said in an almost bored tone as one of his men pulled her up and away from the water. She coughed as Aramis fell to the floor, water falling down her face and into her eyes, concealing the small traitors tears that had leaked out. "Tell me who you were meeting." Andrea continued, he same questions he'd been asking since she got here.
He must have signalled as Aramis felt hands on her again and her head was pushed under the water, choking for breath Aramis struggled against their hold. She hadn't had time to get in enough breath and already she could feel her limited supply of oxygen escaping. When she choked in the water, breathe escaping Aramis thought she might die then when they still didn't allow her to move. Aramis felt her body go limp as she tried to stop herself from inhaling the water, just as her vision went black thy pulled her up and Aramis panicked as her breathing hitched. Trying to even it out, Aramis saw one of the men out of the corner of her eye undo his breeches, sending her into another fit of panic as she tried to get her breath and tried to back away from him.
Somehow, she just managed to back into the other man who held her in place as the first came into eye level with her, breeches bulging as the man's thick member was released. Aramis saw the pre-cum coating it and almost cried as the man forced her clenched jaw open and thrust inside her mouth. She gagged as a fit of rage fell ver her and she bit down. The man swore in Spanish, pushing away from her, cocktail bleeding and Aramis couldn't help but grin a little.
Her victory was short lived of course as the man behind her shoved her onto the floor. "You like it rough you little bitch." he growled in her ear, pushing the skirts they'd so graciously given her when they finally let her down up and pushing her onto all fours. Aramis struggled but to no email as the man drew a blade and cold steel kissed the inside of her thigh freezing, Aramis waited for the man to do something as the blade hovered near her entrance. "Don't spoil her yet." Andrea's voice said and Aramis breathed a sigh of relief as the blade was removed.
As they left her long there, Aramis couldn't help but think of the words Andrea had said. 'Yet', which meant sooner or later he'd let his men do anything they wanted without having to worry about them killing her because he'd be done. And Aramis knew it wouldn't be long if she kept up not giving Andrea answered. She just wished Porthos and Athos would get there fast.
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The ride to where thud been caught had taken them a week the last time thanks to wet weather and frequent breaks. This time they didn't stop unless needed and the muddy ground had hardened once more so they made it to thatching in 3 days. But it was still too long. It had taken them that time to get to Paris after finding horses and then they'd spent a whole afternoon readying the horses and men. Which meant Aramis had been with those men for over 6 days.
"We wait till nightfall." Treville stated.
"Aramis is in there." Porthos growled at Treville.
"I know but she will not thank us if we get ourselves killed trying to get her out. We wait until nightfall." Porthos didn't like it but he didn't argue, knowing the Captain
was right.
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When nightfall came, Porthos and Athos were given the task of finding Aramis. D'artagnan had seen how desperate the two had become, being so long away from Aramis. Even Athos had had cracks appearing in his usually stoic appearance so D'artagnan had volunteered to help Treville and the others kill the captures. Honestly, he'd find great pleasure in doing so.
It didn't take the musketeers long to get inside so while the others went about rounding up the men, Porthos and Athos stormed through the place, pushing doors open trying desperately to find Aramis.
A scream made them stop in place, both looking at eachother in horror as they raced down the corridor and pushed the door to the room open. What they saw sickened them to the core and neither would forget what they in that room for as long as the lived.
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Aramis screamed. She hadn't meant to let out any sort of noise when 4 of them waked through the door but she hadn't been able to stop herself when she realised Andrea had gotten bored. At first, when they tied her hands together and behind her back and ousted her into the floor, she thought it would be the same as all the other times. That's when they Brought out the knife.
Struggling in their hold, Aramis clenched her hands behind her back, trying to undo the bonds as the knife slashed her inner thigh. Clenching her eyes shut, Aramis felt hit breath in her cheek as the man she'd bitten only yesterday came close to him. His breath was foul and his body was sweaty on her naked body. "I'll kill you, little whore. But first I'm going to make you suffer." there was a hatred in his voice that filled Aramis with dread and fear, making her kick out at them only to have one if the other men sit on her ankles.
They didn't say anything as the first thrust straight into her without warning. Aramis didn't even feel it, testament to the amount of times they'd done this. Except this time the others didn't just stand back and watch. "this time we all get a go at the same time." he murmured and the others grinned.
A one grabbed her legs and went to thrust in at her backside, Aramis screamed, praying that someone anyone might hear her and help. Thrashing in her captures grips, Aramis felt host tears run down her cheeks as the other thrust in so she felt like she was being supplied apart from both ends.
She could feel hot blood coming down her thighs as screamed again. Aramis didn't expect someone to come in but the door banged open and the best sight Aramis had seen in her whole life appeared.
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Porthos didn't give the people in the room time to think as he pulled out his sword and marched to the two men hastily pushing themepselves out of Aramis. Athos was dispatching the other two while Porthos pulled the two men away from Aramis and killed them. As soon as he was done, he fell to his knees beside aramis, pulling off his cloak and wrapping it around Aramis' shoulder to give her some sort of decency.
Athos disappeared for a moment before returning with some clothes for Aramis. She was shaking possibly from cold as Athos knelt Down next to the two and helped Porthos get Aramis into the clothes. As they did this, Aramis didn't speak.
"Aramis, speak to us." Porthos said, gently stroking her face as a tears fell down them.
"I...I couldn't stop them." aramis said as D'artagnan appeared at the doorway.
"It's not your fault." Porthos murmured as Athos stood up and walked over to D'artagnan.
The younger musketeer didn't know what to say as he looked in the room. Porthos was sat in the floor, holding Aramis in his arms as the woman musketeer silently cried as she wrapped herself in Porthos' cloak. She looked so small like that and D'artagnan didn't think he'd ever seen someone so broken.
"D'artagnan." Athos said, motioning for D'artagnan to follow him from the room.
"Is she okay?" Treville asked, walking down the corridor.
"As good as she can be." Athos said and D'artagnan didn't know how Athos could say that when it was so obvious that she wasn't. "The men?"
"Dead." Treville replied and Athos nodded but he didn't look pleased and neither did D'artagnan. Not when their minds were still in that room with Aramis.
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