(Heya's! This one is pretty shortish but I hope you'll enjoy it all the same please R&R)
Waking up was like waking up to a nightmare, not from one. Alison's eyes fluttered open, it was still dark, probably around 7 in the morning and the camp was silent except for the crackling of some firewood outside. All over ached with pain and even stretching her arm made her wince. There was nobody in the bed with her, this wasn't surprising, Scabior was always up early in camp with the others. She pulled her hair away from her face and looked up from the covers. She was still in Scabior's bed and wearing his shirt, so this wasn't a horrible dream...it was real. Alison moved her leg slightly and cried out in agony from the pain inbetween her legs. That unbearable pain that brought back instant memories from last night, "Open your eyes or I'll make it worse for you." How could he ever make it worse for her?
"Mornin beautiful." Scabior voice came from somewhere besides the bed and Alison jumped slightly in shock. Looking up further, she saw him. He was just wearing his pants and boots, his upper body bare and a slick smile on his face. Scabior was leaning against one of the supporting poles of the tent with his arms crossed. He looked scarier now that Alison had learned of what he was capable of, the pain he could put her through. Alison pulled the covers up further to her chest, "Scabior." She muttered lowly. Alison put her feet to the edge of the bed, the sooner she got out of this tent, the better. Looking up, she noticed that the table was still beside the bed. Alison stopped, that horrible table. Her face looked scared and she glanced at Scabior whose face was now expressionless. She could almost feel the hardness of it as her back dragged across it again and again, Scabior's weight pushing on her, forcing her shoulders down. She subconsciously grabbed her shoulders, massaging them softly. "Oh, sorry bout tha'." Scabior said slowly, he noticed Alison grabbing her shoulders and he nodded towards the table, "I like an 'ard surface. Especially when I've got such a soft girl like you."
Scabior's face was dark and had a distinctive grin on it. Alison looked away quickly from his eyes; she had to get away from him, now. She put her legs softly on the ground but as soon as she put any weight on them she couldn't bear it. The pain was insufferable. Alison collapsed to the ground and her head arched back as she groaned in agony. For a second she thought she saw Scabior flinch but she must have imagined it as when she looked back up, he looked as smug as ever. "You alrigh' there Ali?" Scabior said nonchalantly. Alison gritted her teeth; he knew she was in unbelievable pain and that he was the one that caused it. "Fine." She said as she attempted to pull herself up again but she fell even further, this time on her back. She arched it and ran her hands through her hair in frustration as she sat up carefully.
"I can't." Alison said in barely more than a whisper and Scabior raised his eyebrow, "You can' what?"
"I can't stand up." Alison said again and Scabior stood still, looking at her, a slight look of surprise on his face. "Cause o' me?" Scabior tilted his head at her as he took a step in her direction. Alison slightly parted her lips, I-um..."
"You can' stand up, cause I fucked you too 'ard?" He was standing above her now, towering over her collapsed body. "Yes." Alison whispered and Scabior looked triumphant, "Never 'ad tha' 'appen before." He gave her a dark, harsh look and he scooped her up with one arm. Scabior stood her up infront of him and looked down on her legs, "I was a little rough with you las' nigh'." Alison looked down herself and saw that there was dry blood running down her legs from when he had forced his way into her body. "You think?" Alison said, looking up at Scabior again, "Can't you see the size difference?" Alison had a fair point; she was only up to about his elbow height wise and easily less than half the size in width, "And I was a virgin."
Scabior's mouth tilted into a smile at the word virgin and Alison looked hurt as she tried to step away from him, "Ow does it feel?" Scabior craned his neck down and muttered, "To make love for the firs' time?" Alison shook her head, gulping, "We didn't make love, and you raped me."
Scabior gripped her waist and she flinched at his touch, "Don't-"Alison shook her head again, he was terrifying her. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was parted only just as she stepped carefully away from him, his reach slipping away. "I'm going to wash." She said shakily as she limped towards the bathroom door. Scabior picked something up something from her bed and threw it to her. She grabbed it and looked at the little bottle. "Dittany."
Scabior turned around and waved with his back to her, stepping outside the tent, "An' don' be long, jus' cause you've had an 'ard fuck doesn't mean you can be late on the job."
He walked away, closing the door behind him, leaving Alison standing alone at the bathroom door, a single bottle of Dittany in her hand and a breathless look on her face.