Chapter 8: You are mine

Philadelphia (Militia headquarters) the same day

Monroe POV

Just watching her sleep, next to me, right now is a gift considering the week we both had. Well, let's just say that she is a little bit too strong for her own good. After that first night together I thought that maybe this whole process would go smoothly, oh boy was I wrong, because I didn't anticipate what would happen when she woke up that morning. True I was in complete bliss over our night together, but she was anything but. I can't help but think of where I went wrong that first day, as I sit drawing imaginary patterns on her bare back.

A week ago. The next morning

As I feel the warm sunlight gently caressing my skin, I stir and reach to the other side of the bed to reassure myself that she was still there and I hadn't just dreamed of last night.

Truth, last night I wanted to go off a little more smoothly and I didn't expect her to fight back after the first dosage, but she did and I had to be a little more forceful than I initially wanted but that was in the past now and we just needed to move forward.

My hand lands on her bare thighs, and I immediately open my eyes. She is a dream, her skin so soft, and her small frame perfect for me and her hair lazily over her face. That's when I noticed that I hadn't uncuffed her, so after much contemplation, I decided she was good enough to be released from her restraints. I undo the cuffs and her arms fall to her side, as I move a hand to her face to brush to hair out.

But just as I did she grabs my hand and moves it away only to grab my head and head-butt me. The next thing I know all I see is black with only one thought 'I really shouldn't have uncuffed her.

Switch to Charlie POV

I shrug the bastard off of my back onto the bed. Then I look down and we are both wearing nothing but the thin sheet between us. Which makes gag in the back of my throat, I get up and retrieve my jeans and t-shirt (because he ruined my bra and underwear), which gets me to think since this looks like a girls room that maybe there would be clothes in the wardrobe. I move to the huge over-sized dresser and look in there is clothes, as well as underwear and bras. I choose to ignore the lacy setts and stick to the more durable type, and I begin to redress. I get everything on only to notice that I have no shoes. I look all around the room, its big a bedroom with a four poster bed, desk (in the corner of the room) with multiple books, and the big dresser and a separate bathroom. This gets me to thinking 'why is this room so bare?' But I don't have time to figure this out; I see my shoes by the door and move to get them slowly.

After I have them on, I notice the smug as General stirring. So I look around the room for a way out, my luck I remember the vent from yesterday, that's above the dresser. I go on top of the dresser and unscrew the screws. I lift myself into the shaft (I'm about half way in at this point) when I feel something grab my ankle pulling me out. I let out a muffled scream as I feel someone pull me to them and place a hand over my mouth. From the feeling in his hands and just the feeling of how much taller he is than me I know it him, which only makes me fight hard because no way in hell am I going back to that bed without a fight.

I start screaming, biting, clawing, and sending back kicks his way in an effort to make his grip weaker on me. He finally gets tired of whatever game he is playing with me and shoves me to the bed. I quickly recover and move as far away from him on the bed as possible, until I hit the headboard. I hate him right now for what he has done to me and my family, and I swear to god I will kill myself before I ever let him touch me like that again.

He seemed to take the hit that I wasn't all too pleased at the moment or the situation I was in. "Charlotte, why are you being like this. Didn't we just have the most wonderful of nights? Why are you trying to run away when we both know all you want is Me." he says. And need I remind he was standing but naked in front of me.

"If by 'wonderful night' you mean you raped me; then yeah I would call it that. But anything beyond that makes you being delusional. So let's get this straight right now, I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING FOR YOU, YOU SELFISH BASTARD. And I am counting down the days until I finally get to kill you." I can feel the venom dripping from my words.

He must not have been pleased with my answer, because he quickly through on his shirt and pants and made his way to the door. Opening the door to talk to someone outside, probably a guard, "Go get the Doctor, and tell him if he isn't here within the next 5 minutes with the next dose, he will be sorry." He says and slams the door shut, and leans against it just staring into each other's eyes. He knows he is blocking my only way out of this room now.

I know what this means, another injection of that stuff that made me want to have sex with him; well if he was going to do it anyways might as well make it harder on him to get me. Neither of us had made a move in over a minute, just staring each other down waiting for the other to make a move. I notice the bathroom door adjacent from me and also the lock. He notice my eyes move and made a motion to come towards me; that's when I gathered up all my courage and leap off of the bed, to the floor, and make a b-line for the bathroom. He seems to be right behind me, but I shut the door in his face and lock it for safe measure.

Monroe starts to ferociously bang on the door, sounding like he is going to kick it in at any moment. So I move to the far side of the room in the corner and crouch down bringing my knees to my chest. "CHARLOTTE OPEN THE DOOR NOW!"

Suddenly there was a knock at the front door, quieter and more gently than Monroe's earlier tirade. I heard the door open and close again with very few muffled voices in between. He comes back to the door and more gently knocks. "Charlotte, please open the door before I kick it down."

I get up feeling a new confidence in me, because I know what will happen as soon as I open that door so I come back with, "In your dreams Monroe, all you're going to do is inject me with that serum again. Well guess what so not happening. So you can go t-"I didn't get to finish my sentence, because he kicks down the door sending pieces of the door flying at me sending me back into the wall.

He comes over to me and lifts me up by my and slams me into the wall. I let out a mangled groan in pain (because of the wound on my stomach), and the next thing I know is that he is pinning me to the wall and pushing our bodies together, staring straight into my eyes. "Due what I tell you to do Charlotte, this is not a democracy, I am in charge and I will do with you what I please. And another thing, don't call me Monroe again call me Bass."

I couldn't fight the over whelming urge to spit in his face, and when I did he pulled back and sent a hand across my face which sent me fly to the floor from shear force. He quickly pulls out the syringe, and I send I foot flying to his crotch and it makes contact, leaving him gasping and lowering towards the ground. I took this as my chance to flee so I got up and ran for the door, but just as I was about to cross the threshold; my feet were swept out from under me and I land head first one the ground. Groaning in pain and the shear force to which my head hit the ground I turn over onto my back (probably not a good idea), because the next thing I know he is straddling me with the syringe in his hand. I move to shove him off, but he grabs my arm and pins it to the ground and moves one of his knees into my side and I cry out in pain.

Monroe is in my face again, almost touching our noses together. "Charlotte, that wasn't a smart move on your part. I will not have you insulting me and trying to injure me. You will submit to me. You will love me and only me, by the time I am finished with you. We will be a family you'll see and one day we won't even need this drug. But unfortunately for now we do, so be a good little girl, take your medicine and like it."

He moved the syringe to my neck and I start struggling trying to hit him with my free arm. Which only gets me a deep knee in my side and I cry out in agony. Staring back at him "GO TO HELL, I will do want. You can't force someone to love you. And what the hell do you mean by 'family'."

He stops moving the needle for a moment to look at me. "What I mean by 'having a family' is just that. This little drug enhances your fertility; we are going to have a child Charlotte and we are going to be the most powerful people in the Republic." He grabs my chin and twist my neck to the side painfully only to stick the seemingly endless needle in and inject what is going to be my downfall.

As he lets go of my chin my head moves straight back into place and I feel as dizzy and disoriented as I did the last time. In my last seconds of lucidness "I repeat, I WILL NEVER love you. And for you to think that I would have your child willingly, your more delusional than I thought. I will kill myself before I let you touch me again." I say now feeling as weak as ever.

He grabs my throat "I will have you Charlotte, even if I have to keep you drugged for the rest of your life. YOU ARE MINE. And as soon as we have our child you'll see that no one accepts you for you except for me. NOW go to sleep."

As I slowly drift off into the unknown, I feel uneasy for the road that lies ahead of me. and an uncertainness in the future.

Memory fades into present day

Monroe POV

Remembering what only happened a week ago sends cold shivers down my spine. But I keep in my head the good time that came out of the week too. I have had her constantly drugged to ensure an incident like that doesn't happen again anytime soon.

This week has been nothing but a miracle, she is finally accepting being here with me, and the sex is amazing. But I can't help too think of what will happen when Miles gets here, will it trigger something from her old life to make her hate me again. One can only hope against that.

There is a slight knock on the door to the room, 'I only told them to disturb us if something important happens' so this better be good. I get up from the bed and throw my trousers on with a black undershirt and open the door.

It's a corporal that is exposed to be manning the front gate. "Sir Matheson turned himself in."

With a smile on my face I answer "Good work, who is all with him?"

The corporal looked nervous in say "Just him and the Neville boy sir; said they would only speak to you."

I quickly dismiss the corporal and move back to the room and got fully dressed. And leaned over and kiss Charlotte on the head and walked out the door. Miles better have everything I asked for since he didn't bring Rachael, and what the hell is Jason Neville still doing alive I have had a bounty on his head. No matter I will know in a short while.