Here we start getting into some non-consensual sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised, as some may find it triggering.

After Rin closed up the shop for the evening, she changed to a blue kimono and went back down to visit the Blutbad. She would have to try a different tactic to get him to submit. Before she rounded the corner, she shifted into Rosalee's form and walked into the chamber. Monroe started, turning toward her, his eyes full of desperate hope. Aww, he really is just a big puppy, isn't he? Rin thought coldly to herself.

"Rosalee! Rosalee! Is that you?" he asked in a loud whisper. Rin smiled as she climbed onto the table. He reached for her, trying to hold her, but the metal shackles held fast.

"I'm here... you've been so brave..." She rubbed herself against his naked body, trying to excite him; however, the man was not so easily distracted..

"Rosalee, we gotta get out of here. If she comes back, she's going to kill us…" His panic level was rising, as was the pitch of his voice. "Please tell me you brought something to fight with? Or your lock picking kit?" Rin started kissing up his chest. "Honey? Honey, come on, get off me, we can worry about that later, we have to go! I don't know where my clothes are, and..." The dragon woman stopped his incessant talking with a kiss. His eyes briefly closed before he took a deep breath in; after a moment, they shot open and Rin felt his teeth turn to fangs against her lips. He bucked his body wildly, and Rin lost her balance. The Blutbad's eyes glowed angry blood red once more as she climbed off the table.

"You aren't Rosalee!" He spat as if Rin's kiss had tasted like poison. "You may look like her, but you don't smell like her! And you sure as hell don't kiss like her! What the hell is your problem?! What the hell are you?" Rin laughed before shifting back to herself. Monroe stared at her in utter mind-fucked panic. "Okay... okay, I have seen some crazy ass Wesen, but... just... what the fuck are you? That just... that's not normal!"

The woman shifted again, this time into a much younger-looking Gloria Calvert, then into the mayor of Portland, then into Clint Eastwood, then into Beyoncé. Between each shift was a ripple of red on her skin, as if the new person was bursting forth from within the previous. Alexander Hamilton. Queen Elizabeth the First. Queen Elizabeth the Second. A few more, and Monroe was standing in front of himself, in an outfit he recognized from his engagement pictures with Rosalee.

"Oh, God, it's like a horror movie!" the fake Monroe said to the real. "Imagine what I could do! I could rob a bank... assassinate a politician! I could go tell Rosalee that I don't love her and I never did... watch her break down into tears before I stab her in the heart!" Rin enjoyed the looks that washed over his face, from confusion and panic to pale, desperate fear. He was protective of his mate. Excellent.

"NO! No, don't do that! God, please don't do that!" She shifted back to herself.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't. When she comes for you... That is, if she can be bothered to do such a thing, seeing as it's already Wednesday night..."

"Wait, Wednesday? It isn't Tuesday? I thought it was Tuesday?"

"Oh no, my dear, the last time I came to visit you was Tuesday night…" She tilted her head as if thinking; he was easily convinced by her mind games. "Oh, your internal clock seems to be slightly off. Yes, it's been a few days. I wonder if Rosie even misses you? I mean, if I had taken her, you would have torn this city apart looking for her, yes? Would you have found her by now? I think you would have."

"No, she's looking for me! And so are my parents, and our friends..."

"Hmm, Mommy and Daddy Blutbad looking for their little pup? How do you know your parents didn't turn on dear Rosie? Clearly it's her fault you were taken. Not to mention a Fuchsbau bride for a proud, strong Blutbad. Are you sure they are not still angry?" Monroe froze. Did she actually know how his parents had reacted to Rosalee, or was she extrapolating? "Yes, perhaps that is why she hasn't come for you yet! Your parents killed her for putting their precious son in danger!"

"NO! They wouldn't do that... would they?" Rin shrugged.

"I don't know, they're YOUR parents... although I'm sure with the wedding ruined, they might have gotten hungry..."

"No... no. NO." Monroe woged and attempted to break the shackles on his wrists at the thought of his parents doing any harm to Rosalee. They had all made such great strides in understanding one another... Monroe let out a frustrated yell. Rin laughed again; he was beginning to really hate that sound, high, mocking, without the slightest hint of music like Rosalee's had.

"You're so fun to play with!" She cupped his face in her hands, squeezing his cheeks. "And your buttons are so easy to push! Unfortunately not the ones I'd like..." She once more ran her hand along his skin as she climbed up onto the table again. Monroe wasn't exactly sure, but it looked like she was going to...

"HEY!" he yelped as he felt her tongue along his manhood as her hand gripped the base. The warmth against him felt disgusting. He again tried to twist away from her, but her grip around him tightened painfully. "OW! Seriously, though, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked disdainfully. She put her mouth around him, and Monroe bucked his hips trying to get her off. She snarled and bit, causing a pain to shoot through him.

"FUCK! Ow... Okay, okay, you ob... obviously don't like doing this... so why are you doing it?" Rin shifted again into Rosalee.

"Because sometimes revenge needs to be just a little sweeter!" Monroe watched as this fake Rosalee put her mouth around him again, but he knew it wasn't her. And that was certainly not her technique... and Rosalee usually took much more obvious enjoyment...

"JUST STOP. Please stop!" he yelled, attempting to sit up. She bit again, much harder, and Monroe was pretty sure he was bleeding. She spat him out, wiping her mouth.

"Just as well," faux Rosalee said, "I never did like to do that..." She shifted back into herself. "I think that is enough for tonight. Goodnight." She left once more, leaving Monroe writhing in pain, both physical and emotional.

Where the hell are you, Rosalee?