A/N: Warning! This chapter can be triggering. It contains violence and sexual assault.
Sorry it took so long to update, my beta reader was away. The next update will be coming soon. Do follow the story so that you get updated once new chapters are posted. Enjoy!
Grabbing only the essentials, Regina packed a duffle bag with haste. She was sure that it wouldn't take long before Cora told Gold that she had learned of all the things the two of them had been conspiring.
The brunette looked out her window. There was no way of climbing down as she was too high up and there wasn't anything she could climb down the building with.
She pulled the bed sheets off of her bed and tied one end to the corner of her blanket. She judged the length of her makeshift rope. It didn't look like it would be long enough to reach the ground safely.
She needed to cut the sheets into smaller strips to make a longer rope. Regina untied the sheets and walked over to her desk to get a pair of scissors.
Just as she was about to pick it up, the door to her dorm room slammed open.
The brunette jumped at the loud sound dropping the scissors back on the table.
Gold had unlocked the door with a skeleton key so quietly that the young fighter couldn't hear him coming.
Without saying a word, the manager quickly shut the door behind him and stood in front of it, blocking the exit. He looked menacingly at the woman before him.
"Going somewhere, dearie?" the man inquired knowing very well what Regina was planning on doing.
"I'm breaking my contract, Gold. I can't allow you and my mother to manipulate me anymore. I will pay whatever amount for breaking the contract. I'm not going to fight or represent the Dragon Claws anymore." The brunette spoke firmly and as calmly as she could despite her heart beating fast in her chest.
"Is that so?" the elder man took slow steps forward, closing the gap between them.
The young brunette moved backwards, leaning against the table behind her.
"You must have forgotten what was written on that contract, Regina. The only way to leave Dragon Claws before the contract is up is either by being thrown out or in a body bag. You gave up your life to me when you signed the contract." The menacing man whispered the last part in the ears.
Regina felt scared and unsure if she would come out of this alive. She shifted away from her manager, sliding along the edge of the table.
A hand shot out and gripped tightly around the neck of the former Queen of the Cage titleholder. She struggled to breathe as the hand constricted her airway.
The fighter had been in chokeholds before but those do not ever press against her windpipe.
Regina desperately tried to pry Gold's hand off of her. Slapping and clawing at the former fighter's tough hands.
She could feel her legs were no longer touching the ground. Her head was pushed back and crashed into the glass on the doors of her bookcase that floats above her desk. The brunette blacked out for a second at the impact. There was no doubt that she had sustained a cut at the back of her head.
"You fight when I tell you to fight!" the manager screamed into her face. "You breathe when I tell you to breathe!" the grip tightened to make the point clear.
"I own you and your body!"
Regina felt another hand pressed into her between her legs. She was more focused on trying to stay alive than to stop the assault on her sex. She clawed at the hand that was close to breaking her neck.
Tears were streaming down her face. She was so close to the brink of death, she was seeing spots, blood had drained from her head. She could feel her body growing limp.
Without warning, she was flung across the room. Regina gasped for air, ignoring the burn as the much-needed oxygen hurt her deflated lung as it filled with air.
Regina Mills was an MMA champion and could easily fight somebody of Robert Gold's size but at that moment, she felt paralyzed and small. The whole situation shocked her. She hated how weak she was looking at that moment. Her body was trembling uncontrollably.
Heavy footsteps approached the helpless woman. Gold raised his leg and stepped on Regina's cheek. The heavy boot almost crushed her jaw.
"I hope you have learnt a valuable lesson." The manager said through gritted teeth.
The young brunette dared not move. She wanted the whole thing to be over even if it meant death. She don't see how she could survive this trauma.
"I can't hear you." Gold said.
"Y… yes." Regina managed to finally say, her throat felt raw.
She felt more pressure on her face.
"Yes, what?" Gold leaned closer to the helpless woman's face.
"Yes… sir." More tears poured out.
The manager lifted his foot off her face.
"Much better."
He reached into his pocket and took out two padlocks. He proceeded to lock the window shut. There was already a latch with a loop for the padlock to secure the window shut.
Something told Regina this was not the first time Gold had to padlock a window shut.
"You're not leaving this room until you've shown you've earned it." The elder man said as he left the room.
The brunette could hear the door getting locked with the second padlock.
Regina felt the back of her head for broken glass. She didn't feel any glass pieces lodged into her head which was a good sign. Her fingers felt some wetness which was no doubt blood.
There weren't much so the bleeding had either stopped or the wound wasn't too deep.
She felt around a little more to see how big the cut was. She could feel a small gash.
The young woman turned to the bathroom and opened the first aid kit she had kept under her sink and proceeded to dress her wound, cleaning the wound with cotton balls soaked with distilled water. She applied some antiseptic solution before wrapping a First Aid Dressing around her head to place pressure on the wound and protect it from getting infected.
As soon as she was done, she placed the first aid box back under the sink. She stood back up and looked at the mirror in front of her.
Her cheek that was stepped on was red. She could see a red hand print on her neck.
Regina's body started trembling again at the memory of what had just unfolded mere minutes ago.
Was she lucky to still be alive or was death a better outcome to escape the hell she was in? The brunette wasn't sure.
She turned on the faucet and started crying.