Prompt: Raven gets kidnapped (With some BBRae thrown in for fun)

Paring: Implied BBRae
Themes: Angst, hurt/comfort

Her entire body feels like it's burning.

The chains they have used to bind her, not of human making for sure, searing themselves into her skin with their touch. Every movement she makes is pure agony. The air is filled with the stink of scorched flesh.

Raven gasps, her wrists ache dully now as she pulls against those chains, the nerve endings so overexposed to pain she barely even feels it anymore. The metal clasp around her throat tight enough to keep her from properly crying out.

She's uncertain how long she has been her. Time has become a fickle thing, and she is unable to tell of it's passing anymore. All that's left is the burning.

She hisses, another wave of hurt washing over her body as she tries to sit back against the wall she's chained to and instead casts her mind to them.

They will come for her. She is sure of it. And when they do, there will be hell to pay.

It's been days.

Even without anything to mark time, Raven knows. Sometimes they offer her food or water. What she stubbornly refused at first has since become the only respite in a constant state of suffering.

She has tried to escape many times, but the chains won't budge. Her magic does not affect them like it should, and she has grown weary of its origin.

Weary that they are from Azarath. Weary about what that means, for her or her friends.

She cannot sense their presence.

Still, hope lingers.

Sometimes the man comes to beat her. She can see no conceivable explanation for it, except that it's a sport to him. Something he takes a sick pleasure in doing, her powerlessness right now simply too favorable not to exploit.

The taste of iron fills her mouth, her lip swollen and bloodied and he kicks her in the ribs, surely cracking a few. Raven fades in and out of consciousness briefly, heaving over and expelling whatever was left in her stomach now that they have neglected to feed her.

Her last lucid thoughts are of him.

Which is probably why she's sure it was a dream.

His voice is distant, an angry growl that barely reaches her and Raven thinks she must be hallucinating at first.

Maybe her wistful thinking finally got the better of her.

The chains still burn, but their pain is merely a background annoyance, barely there over the need for sustenance that has overtaken her body. She closes her eyes, welcomes the darkness like an old friend and wants to feel him again.

His presence is unmistakable. His energy so uniquely his own Raven would recognize it anywhere, would be able to pinpoint it in a crowd of over a hundred people.

She wishes he was here.

"Raven?!"

Her head shoots up and there he is, not even a foot in front of her. His eyes are edged with both worry and a furry not akin to him. Something that should surely frighten whomever it was aimed at.

But when he touches her it is gentle, with warm skin against her coldness that has her shivering.

"Ga-" She tries, but her throat hurts too much to make the sound. He shakes his head, hands clenched around her arms and when their eyes meet he smiles.

"It's ok, Rae. It's gonna be ok. I'm here."

Raven nods numbly, sagging against him. Everything still hurts, but she doesn't care anymore. He came for her.

Through the deafening noise of his anger, she can feel his heartbeat, steady as he pulls her against his chest. And to its reassuring tune she lets the darkness consume her.