Hey, it's been a long time, sorry. But here I'm back with a brand-new chapter. This one contains violence, rape and non-con. So be warned!

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They didn't go far. Instead of going into a hallway, they entered a store room containing only a few chairs, a large chest and a man. A young man who was now turning around to face the party of three, his blue cloak swinging dramatically.

Mercia's prince was smiling at them.

"My Lord," one of the men who was still holding on to their resisting captive, said urgently, "we carried out your order. Here is the siren."

Merlin felt himself being pushed forward though the iron grip remained, holding him in place and keeping him from crashing to the ground.

His mind was too slow to process what he saw. Why was the Mercian prince here? He had been presented to him already. Whatever he desired he could have asked Arthur at the feast.

Gloved fingers found their way into his hair, grabbing a few strands to yank his head up. A voiceless gasp left his mouth while his eyes started to water under Hunter's the cold glare.

"Excellent." The prince stated. "And nobody noticed you?"

"No, your Highness. Everybody was too busy getting drunk." The bearded-one answered. "Or getting their daughters married off to Camelot's Golden Boy."

"Shut your mouth!"Casting an annoyed glance at his guards Hunter broke eye contact with Merlin who let out a breath he wasn't aware he had been holding. "No more of it. You did well until now. Get out and keep watch. If you do well on that too you'll get your reward."

Merlin couldn't see the sideway glances the two men cast each other nor was he able to see their facesplitting grins but only a second after the promise had been spoken the big hands left his arms, his knees crushing into the floor. He heard the shuffling of hurried footsteps behind him then the door was being closed shut taking the noise of the celebrating crowd away.

The seams of his expensive gown pooled around his ankles and Merlin's hands gripped into the folds of the fabric. Unable to move, his eyes were fixed on the stone beneath him while the prince's ice-cold glare bored into his neck.

"Now, don't hide from me."

A hand came up under his chin, angling his head up. Merlin let his eyelids drop. He did not dare to look into those eyes. "Come, show me your face."

Merlin could hear Hunter breathing heavily. Fingers were pushing the fringe of his hair aside.

"Look at me." An impatient voice commanded.

Clawing at his clothes Merlin tried to will the fear in his chest to shrink, to make his racing heart slow down. Swallowing, almost choking, he gathered his courage and pushed himself up from the ground, out of the prince's hands. Only then did he look at the man filled with disgust.

The surprise and slight fury that covered Hunter's features for mere seconds disappeared fast enough to be replaced by a mocking grin. He seemed amused.

"I'm impressed. A vile creature with a fighting spirit. Even though you've lost your little powers. But still, even without your magic you could be quite useful. I'm sure."

The prince had moved closer, crowding his prey against the wooden door – and oh, how he loved that – his words now barely a whisper on the siren's heated skin.

"You are, aren't you? Useful, I mean. To your golden prince."

A shiver crawled its way down Merlin's spine and he struggled to back further away into the door but his captor kept pressing closer, his fingers now digging unto Merlin's hipbones. A leg pushed between the folds of his gown spreading his legs to feel and letting him feel how excited the prince was about their little gathering. Grinding his oncoming erection against the fragile body he let a small moan escape his throat.

Merlin's eyes widened as something hard started rubbing over his thigh and he felt the sudden urge to gag. Hunter's pupils were already blown from lust and he couldn't pretend anymore not to know what was about to happen to him.

In one last desperate act to gain freedom Merlin slammed his arms against the man's chest attempting to create some space between them. But it only aroused the latter further. Hunter groaned louder, grabbing Merlin's chin to shove his head to the side. Upon revealing a beautiful pale neck he didn't let himself be robbed of the pleasure of licking a long stripe from jaw to collarbone finally sinking his teeth into the silken skin to taste the foreign flavour of a magical creature.

Merlin winced and writhed under him as pain pierced through his right shoulder like needles, his fingers ripping on the prince's cloak without effect. After what felt like an eternity the teeth drew back leaving a red mark which would soon turn a glowing purple.

"There. That's how I like you." His eyes began to search Merlin's face with obviously no understanding for the tears which had left their trails down the siren's cheeks. The prince shook his head as if Merlin was the one reacting wrong. Playing foul.

"No, no," he hissed, taking the siren's face on both sides. But Merlin pressed his lids down, refusing to meet the cruel stare one more time. He felt like he was drowing. Breath coming short. Nothing could pull him up.

"Don't cry, There's nothing to shed your tears over. Or do you think your prince won't want you anymore?" Then Hunter's searing breath invaded his ear, whispering, "Or...did he never have you?"

Merlin's breath hitched in relief when the man suddenly got off him but it didn't hold. Hunter revealed a dagger in front of his eyes.

"Let's see how well you serve Prince Arthur."

Another fearful scream was bound in his throat when his wrists were abruptly trapped over his head by one strong, large hand, and the blade sunk down into the dark-blue gown, tearing through the fabric in rough movements.

Merlin felt cold air hitting his skin, teasing his nipples until they started becoming erect. The material pooled down further over his belly finding his groin and thighs at last.

Merlin wasn't able to surpress the trembling of his limbs anymore. While his vision blurred in and out with increasing panic. He could hear the man chuckle and make a sound of wonderment, the tip of the dagger being scraped over his front just so.

"Ha, the realms know I've never touched anything like this before. There's not a mark on you. Not even a hair. As flawless and milk-white as a newborn."

A strand of memories draped itself over Merlin. For a short moment he could see Arthur standing before him, holding a blade. Looking smug, challenging and so arrogant. But not like that. Arthur hadn't seen him like that. Hadn't looked at him the same way. Not even back then.

The picture left his sight when Hunter yanked him forward, away from the door. SuddenlyMerlin's body hit the was bent over the lid by large hands that were as cold as the man's stare. The remains of his gown were torn down leaving him completely exposed.

Losing his sense of coordinationMerlin's limbs began flailing around in the confused attempt to get up, to get away from the sensation of the ironwork boring into his soft belly. But the weight of another body was crushing him already and forcing the air to leave his lungs while the edges of his vision started to narrow.

"Never have I been given the opportuniy to torture such a delicate creature as you." The prince was talking against his neck while his hands wandered down over his lower back until they came to rest on his buttocks. Rubbing over them his breath became ragged. "And I've had many, believe me."

He drew back slightly as Merlin could feel his cheeks being parted while his body was now frozen into its awkward position. Save for a slight tremor running through every muscle he couldn't move from one second to the next when a thumb began pushing into his unprepared hole leaving him to writh and gag in pain. New tears were spilling further down his face and mixing with the salvia which he couldn't contain, his mouth wide open in never ending silent scream.

The thumb was forced in further only to be drawn back and land the second thrust. It was then when he felt fingers get roughly tangled in a few strands of hair to yank his head back, towards the prince's lips. It was turned, his neck strained, for Hunter to lick the tears from under his eyes before he spoke up once again.

"Hush now, this can't hurt anymore than what they did to your back. When you can't take that what will you do when I start for real?"

As if he had waited for the cue the prince let his digit slip out of Merlin but only to marvel again over the tightness of the obviously untouched territory. Merlin could make out a brief fumbling that was going on behind him. But it was hard to register anything else beyond the dead-frozen mortification which had caged his mind at last.

"I wish your prince could watch me now. Just as he used to do in our childhood when I used to torment all those animals, step on the bugs..."

It was the last words Merlin heard before Hunter made truth of his promise and rammed into Merlin's thin body with brutal force. Pushing inside he didn't falter until he was burried to the hilt, his balls slapping against warm flesh. Tight heat was perfectly wrapped around his shaft and the aching, arching creature under him just served to make it better. Without keeping himself longer from the enjoyment Hunter drew out almost fully to hit home again and start an eractic rhythm which pierced into his victim in agonising contiuum.

The pain that ripped through him with every new thrust, the prince's nails digging deeper into his skin, tearing him apart from every angle, left Merlin nearly blacking out. And he was begging for it silently. He didn't even hear the ragged breathing behind his ears anymore. They were filled to the brim with his own trapped screams and groans, constricted by the choker and unable to be voiced. He felt like he might burst and tears were no relief. His hands scrambled hopelessly for pruchase at the edge of the chest, but couldn't find any. He was desperate to hold on to something and lose himself to merciful darkness at the same time. In his thoughts he pictured Arthur, the Golden Prince, surrounded by admirers and oh-so clueless. Maybe even careless.

Merlin was about to surrender to the agony and humiliation, hopefully to be drawn to a place where they wouldn't reach him anymore when it all stopped. All of a sudden, Hunter's body was lifted from his leaving him surprised and disoriented.

Through the thick fog which had been clouding his head more and more he could hear muffled shouting and yells though nothing of it made sense. He tried to push himself up, to finally get out of his vulnerable position but his hands were shaking ferociously. Every attempt bound to fail. So he waited for what would happen next, like always.

After an undefinable amount of time a soft cloth was being draped over his back. Strong hands reached around his frail chest, rolling him around to cover him from head to toe. Even his face was hidden under a make-shift hood. Red light pooling into his blurry vision. A muscled arm supporting his back, holding him safely. And then there was a voice only just reaching him through the thick cotton that still seemed to be stuffed into his ears.

"...sorry...I'm sorry...Merlin...please...forgive...", it was saying. And it could've been Arthur's. He wasn't sure.

After he had succeded in hiding Merlin completely from curious eyes Arthur lifted the limp form into his arms not sparing the bundle of Prine Hunter who was crouching on the floor holding a broken nose one last glance.

Camelot's prince was trying to reach one of the side entrances across the hall without attracting too much attention. Pressing the body he held to his chest, securing it as well as he could he swept behind the throne only pausing for a moment to take in the situation. The festivities hadn't stopped. Luckily nobody seemed to be searching for him by now, not even his father. Seeing the king was occupied with entertaining Lady Kathrina it wasn't so much of a miracle, but one he was grateful for nevertheless. Arthur irgnored the questioning glances of the guards when he reached the door he had been aiming for and ordered them to let him through, right then he was held of.

"My Lord," a soft voice called out. He knew it was Gwen but he didn't wait for her, sure that she'd follow him to his chambers even if he'd send her away. But he would never do so. He needed her. And he had to be thankful. Arthur felt Merlin tense and come back to life beneath his cloak. Hurrying to get back to his rooms he caught Gwen's eyes when she appeared next to him.

"Gwen, thank you for telling me but I think I require a bit more of your help." His voice sounded hoarse. It was hard to speak. Her eyes were big and earnest, not betraying him with their honesty.

"Of course, My Lord. Everything you need."

"Good." Arthur nodded. He didn't speak again until they reached his doors the maid-servant opening them immediately. "Please get a few other servants to prepare a bath and try to find Gaius and bring him here," he ordered while he strode over to the bed struggling to keep the fidgeting body in his arms. "Tell him what's happened."

Gwen curtsied but then paused obviously unsure how to approach him. "I'm sorry, My Lord, but what exactly did happen?"

Arthur froze. His hands were still touching Merlin's trembling form while he was gently laying him on top of the covers. The hood he had created out of the oversized cloak shifted, finally falling from his face. The boy was not looking at him. His lids were almost fully shut, a thin line of blue shimmering through the crack. But he was coming to. Blotches of red were screaming at Arthur on the exhausted face. He could still see the stream of tears and salvia which had left Merlin's eyes and mouth. And he shuddered. Gwen hadn't seen any of it. She had just noticed that Merlin was gone and told him that much. It had been enough to stir his heart into a small panic but she had helped him to search the hall and in the end he had found them on his own, Prince Hunter's guards and what they had been watching. Gwen didn't know and he was glad.

"It's fine, Gwen, just find him. He'll know what to do." The only answer he got was the door closing shut and he knew she was alone. It did not reassure him in how to deal with the situation but at least he dared to set his whole attention on Merlin who's lids started to raise that instant, eyes trained on Arthur's face but still not comepletely focused.

The prince's fingers tugged at the cloak's rim, freeing the boy's head and loosening the fabric around his upper body. He didn't want him to feel trapped. Though he was being careful the movements seemed to set something in his servant off. His pupils which had been small dots, nothing more than needle heads, were now blown wide in alarm, blue eyes looking anywhere but at him. Merlin started to buck, his limps trying to free themselves frantically while his back arched upwards.

"Merlin! Merlin, it's me, Arthur." His voice was trembling as muchs as his hands. Arthur was angry with himself. He needed to get a grip or he would lose this battle. The only thing that could be heard was Merlin's jagged breathing, coming too fast, his chest fluttering under the red cloak. The collar, he thought. It was still in place.

Grabbing the key at his neck he ripped the delicate chain off not bothering with being gentle. One look at Merlin's neck showed him the skin around the metal drenched in red fading to green and yellow, as if he had been strangled. Arthur wished to free him from the torture but was stopped when the boy's movements became more and more uncontrollable. Merlin's eyes were now trained on Arthur's hands getting closer and it was becoming obvious he didn't like it.

"Please, Merlin." The prince tried to keep his voice steady. "I need you to calm down. Just let me take this thing off."

He approached a second time already hoping for a better outcome. Too soon. Before he could reach around the thin neck his servant had freed his arms from the fabric which had still been binding them loosly. Letting his arms be swatted away in surprise Arthur drew back staring at the boy with a gaping mouth when he rolled on his side out of the bed only to fall on his knees.

Half a second passed with Merlins fighting to get onto his feet but getting tangled in the prince's cloak until he finally managed to hunch it partly up around his hips and stagger forward, ramming against the nightstand, knocking over an unlit candle in the process. Disoriented and overflowing with panic his escape ended mere seconds later. Leaning against a rough stone wall next to one of the coloured windows barely keeping himself standing on shaking legs he held the red fabric with both hands around his hips.

Not allowing himself to take a step towards him Arthur had slowly left the bed and just taken a position across from the fearful creature. Kept in check by his wide stare. Time appeared to stand still for now.

"Merlin, I know, you are afraid and hurt. And there's nothing I can say to reverse that. I-", he swallowed. Merlin was picking up on his voice, maybe even his words. He needed to get closer. He could not leave him in this corner vulnerable like he was.

"I'm begging you, let me help you. I won't do anything to hurt you." While talking he started moving. Shortening the distance between them inch by inch. Arthur held his hands out in front of him to let Merlin see he had nothing to hide. And though the boy's breath quickened when he reached him he didn't try to flee again.

"See." Arthur held the small key infront of Merlin's flushed face, letting him take it in. The light of the late afternoon getting caught on it.

"I'm only going to take your collar off. Like I always do. Nothing else." He spoke the words slowly to make sure they would be understood. Merlin gave him no indication that he did. Just pressing his back deeper into the wall he closed his eyes. Arthur took it to have his consent. He lay one of his hands lighty against the warm metal while the other one snaked around, careful not to touch any of the abused skin, in search of the small lock. After a brief fumbling they both heard a 'click' – the relieving sound of the restraint being unlocked.

What followed could only be described as a pure moment of silence. Just a heartbeat, not even worth telling but so heavy on the prince's heart. Merlin's lids raised to reveal eyes bathed in gold as grueling as this soundless second.

Then the siren opened its mouth and ended the silence with its scream. A scream powerful enough to blast Arthur backwards over the table. He couldn't even yell in surprise for all the air seemed to be knocked out of him when his body crashed into the ground. Then all that was left to do was to cover his ears in a pathetic attempt to protect them from the horrifying noise which escaped Merlin's throat and painted everything in his vision a madning blood-red.

Suddenly his chambers seemed to be caught in a storm with Merlin at it's eye, still screaming but farther away from anything a human could ever create to slowly dissipate into something diffrent. He wasn't sure at first but then a melody made itself be known. It was not the wavering seducing sounds of the well known Siren's Song. Full of hurt and lament it spoke to the prince and the storm, a near tempest, faded.

Getting on his feet cost more strenght than it should've. On still wobbly legs Arthur made his way over to where his friend was now on all fours shaking on the stone floor. The song constanly leaving his throat.

"Mer-lin." He croaked, when he reached him, laying a hand on one of the bony shoulders. On his way he had graced the room with one short look. Almost every piece of furniture had been moved or fully toppled over. Armor and parchments were strewn across the floor. Half of the windows had burst. Fortunatly the glass hadn't injured his friend any further, Arthur thought when he threw his last caution away and pulled the trembling body into his embrace to end the siren's lament.