A/N: Hey everyone, just a warning, this chapter has some M rated content. Thank you for all the lovely reviews on the previous chapter, and I will try and get a follow up to this one as soon as possible.

Regina was sat in her living room with baby Henry, she had him all snuggled up in her arms, cuddled in and cutely beginning to drift off. She smiled down at him. In awe of him and how precious he was. How could Emma of just run off and left him alone, with a busy waitress. Part of Regina felt anger towards the blonde, the rest only saddened and anxious for her safety and well-being. She had no idea as to where Emma had gone, no one did, and that was worrying. Glancing at the clock on the mantel, Regina sighed. Almost half past twelve now, the wind howling a little outside as it picked up and the rain thundered down again. Henry's little tongue popped out from time to time, passed his little lips and he settled down. He had really enjoyed his warm bottle, guzzled it right up in no time, and with a full tummy was feeling more than at home, in the arms of Regina.

"Oh Henry, where is your mother?" she sighed as she spoke to him.

She knew the little prince wasn't going to respond, but saying it out loud seemed to help.

Eventually Regina decided to give up, she was exhausted after her busy day, and Emma clearly wasn't going to make an appearance that night. Slowly and carefully she rose from the sofa. Cuddling Henry as she headed up the grand spiraled staircase and to her room. She hadn't wanted Henry sleeping alone in the guest room, so when he had been napping earlier in his car seat, she had moved the cot across from the guest room to her own. Bringing Henry in, she kissed his forehead and placed him down. Putting a sheet over his little legs, as it was a cold night, she wished him sweet dreams, before then proceeding to get herself ready for bed.

Emma had just arrived back at the diner. Drenched from head to toe, where they had been caught in the downpour upon leaving the bar, she headed in through the bed and breakfast entrance at the back. Dripping a puddle upon the floorboards, Emma wobbled a little and pushed her hands into each of her pockets on her jeans as she looked for her key. She appeared to be having real difficulty, barely keeping her balance and wobbling back into Victor.

"Steady on babe" he stated with a big grin, as he reached straight into her back pocket, grabbing the key and groping her bottom a little as he did so.

"Where's this room then?" He whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist and slowly forcing her to take a few steps forward towards the stairs.

"Emma?" Ruby's voice called as they disappeared, all be it awkwardly, up the stairs.

The waitress was about to follow up after them, keen to find out if Emma was OK, when Granny's voice bellowed at her to come and help finish the cleaning up.

Emma was in a state, her vision blurry, head spinning and all her senses up in the air. She pointed, stumbling over her own feet as headed for her room, and feel awkwardly against the solid wood of the heavy door. Smirking Victor leaned over her, reaching round and sliding the key into the lock. A small pop and the door crept open, causing Emma to stumble in and tumble forward into the darkness. One swift move later and she was in his arms again. Him smirking and chuckling at her as he held her tight and made himself familiar.

Emma whined, she really wasn't feeling too well. She really just wanted to sleep. Wriggling she managed to loosen his grip, and stumble backwards towards the bed. Her legs gave out on her then, as she fell upon the bed and closed her eyes to rest them.

Victor crossed the room, flicking on the light as he went back to the door, took the key out of the lock as he shut it and re-inserted it from the inside, locking them in and then shoving the key in his own pocket. No escape for Emma, he was on a promise, admittedly an expensive one, but entirely worth it. There is no way he was letting her have any potential route to get away.

He was more than pleased, this night was going to go well, and all for $100.

Morning came quickly, Regina awoke at the crack of dawn, disturbed by a faint cry of a baby. It was as she rubbed her eyes and glanced at the time that she was suddenly back to reality. She had been having the nicest dream, although the second she had opened her eyes, she had forgotten it all. Hurrying out of her cosy, warm bed, Regina grabbed her dressing gown and hurried over to the cot. Smiling as she saw him, stretching out his little arms, fists scrunched and lips pouted, as his little eyes opened up wide and he looked up at her.

"Good Morning little prince. Did you have a nice sleep?" she asked, as she peeled back his blanket and lifted him out for a morning cuddle.

He was such a quiet and calm baby, she had hardly had a peep out of him all night. The odd whimper and little noise, nothing more. So well behaved, tiny, innocent and sweet. She smiled, kissing his forehead and cuddled him.

"A little bit of breakfast and then we will go and find your mother, that sound good?" she asked.

Emma's morning didn't start so early, especially seeing as her night had never ended. Seconds was all Emma had had as her head had hit the pillow, and then he hadn't left her alone, he had been all over her, all night. Take, take, take, that was all he had done, and now, after no sleep Emma was watching the sun come up, through the lace of the net curtain on her window. His arm was heavy across her, as he had finally stopped harassing her, but he was clearly possessive. Emma didn't dare move, she ached and she was sore, she didn't want him touching her again. A lone tear welled in her eye, and ran swiftly down her cheek. Silently sobbing, Emma just lay there, tense and scared as she waited for him to stir and hopefully leave.

Half an hour later, when the room was filled with bright morning light, Victor finally stirred. Wriggling up close to her, he pushed against her and moaned deep in the back of his throat. A few assaulting kisses followed, trailed down her neck and shoulder as he roughly pulled her and forced her round to face him. An aggressive kiss followed, tongue pushed intrusively into her mouth and examining every inch of it. The blonde tensed, everything in her body telling her to fight but she just couldn't.

"Last night was amazing" he whispered to her, before roughly kissing her once again, his hands stoking at her hips.

She prayed there would be no more. All she wanted was for him to leave.

"A little extra for your trouble, since you were so welcome and accommodating" he whispered with as he shoved $50 into Emma's palm, and forced upon her another unwanted, heavy and rough kiss.

Emma shook, as he pulled away from her completely, sliding across the bed and out. Stood naked in all his glory he smiled at her for a second as he stretched, and then headed for the bathroom.

"You're cheap and good, we'll do this again, our special arrangement sweetheart" he shouted back to her as he headed in, and set the shower on.

The second he was out of sight, Emma grabbed the pillow and wept. She had definitely bitten off more than she could chew, and she didn't know what to do.