Well, I got a lot of complaints about how this fic focuses too much on Quatre and Claudine. Six of thirteen chapters focus on them and the first four chapters are short. So I will mix it up for you. A lot of you have asked where the other characters are. BUT I WARN YOU! It wasn't supposed to be written this way! Everything that happens to Quatre in Cuatrica is supposed to set up the war and a major plot line. I was trying to make it linear and easier to follow- oh well.
Be prepared for cliffhangers, and chapters that won't make sense until much later because they happen at different times all together. You asked for it ^.^ I don't mind writing it.
Warning: Rated "R" for a reason!!! CONTENT NOT MEANT FOR YOUNGIN'S EYES! I would warn for OOCness… but I REALLY don't think its OOC.
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Chapter 14: Faith, Hope, and Bloodlust.

Smoke filled the atmosphere of the four slave traders' room. Rather that the whole slave wagon had stopped and the slave traders were getting settled for that particular camp spot. They were down in Shorchiff, and very close to a trading city on the northern border near the Zodiac Kingdom. Since Shorchiff was so very close to the Southern Republic they had to stick around the northern border to receive a low level of assurance for trade and some safety.
The one wearing a paled yellow shirt, bedraggled for all it was worth (which was not much), cut the tips off of some more smoker rolls and passed them to the winner, a bald headed man with small eyes and big rolls of fat seeping over his pants and under the end of his shirt. The leafy substance that was put into the rolls was addictive, cheap and gave the smoker a rather elated feeling with the benefits of full concentration, which was why they were then plying a betting game of "readers' choice". They would bet either money or smoker tabs on a game consisting of papers with writings on them that had a certain power, and, if thrown down in a certain order, produced victory.
The same aforementioned bald one dealt his three paper slips and smiled. "Well, that be given me three charlinks and about a pound o' tabs. Ready to stop before I gots yer teeth as well?" The crowd, except the man being addressed laughed.
"Hold on there, I aintent gots no more tabs 'sides those thar. I's got dibs on that new girl, the prutty one with honey hair, I'm sayin'. So I give ya that one instead, I'm sayin'."
"Yer bettin' yer try on the new one?" The other said through crooked and blackened teeth, ruined with years of smoking.
"Thar's always next time round," the one with a shirt the color of urine replied.
"Can't be a virgin two the time. This be virgin I's promising you, with the way them fancy slavers was treatin' her. They didn't even sell'r clothes- let'r keep 'em. She was noble blood, and is, till this night. I'll take that as a bet. No trade if that be what you be thinking." He sat back down with his pot and prepared to be dealt his hand.
The urine donned one's luck wasn't running very high that night, luckily for "baldy". He felt that his luck was definitely increasing, what, with the way they had easily gotten off with the government convoy slave. Besides the fact that the whole point was for them eventually to be taken over, the heist had gone well. Baldy hadn't thought that the whole betrayal of the government was made up for by only one slave- but the fact that he got to take her, that gave him immense anticipation to the point of pleasure. Plus, he got to keep most of his pot and tabs, so all in all it was a good day.
He passed by his tent and secured his winnings before heading into the slave caravan.

The three other slave traders sat dejectedly around the table, they were tired of the game and would have rathered enjoying what they won than cleaning up. The sun was just going time so they figured that they had plenty of time to get raving, stinking drunk after they smoked some tabs worth of rolls. On about the forth tab, when the urine-shirted one ran out, he muttered bitterly to himself. He regretted his later decision to give up the girl and spoke his thoughts, "I was lookin' fawurd to her. I's havin' my eye on her for long days now."
"Shouldn't'a bet'r then," came a distracted reply from a thin, cruel looking man with long slender fingers rolling some tabs. He looked the best of the bunch, cleaner, more sober, and intelligent, but behind the intelligence in his eyes crept around bitter, vengeful cruelty at the world. He, of them all, realized how the world worked and didn't especially like his position in it. Had it not been for his poverty and helplessness, his only weapon being his mind, he would never have had to become a slave trader. In fact, his former position in society was so low he had to work hard and connive to become part of this misshapen, unlawful, shortsighted group of traders. He glared down at his winnings ungratefully.
"She was so soft lookin' you know? Not like that old other girl."
"Nothin' wrong with Kira," the other responded almost automatically. He had had plenty of nights with the girl and didn't find her bad at all. In fact, he found that if he gave her extra food she would even be a bit more cooperative. The memories alone were enough to make him start to harden. That, and the fact that every once in a while there was a howl of hedonistic pleasure or pain from the caravan. It was hard to ignore the calls that baldy and the girls were making, but the others were used to them in a way. They didn't need to worry, baldy always talked about his heady sadistic pleasures… and their former slaves had had the scars to prove it.
"Now, that sounds like a good screw, very entishing girl.* That other one, she's long used though… I was in the mood for somethin' wiggly. Other girl's lost all her fight. That's half the fun."
"Kira can be a good screw if you touch'r right." The taller, leaner of the two said under his breath. He was concentrating less and less on his smoker rolls and more on those nice nights that he had had with her. He could hear the sounds of Kira squealing in fright- it had been a while since she fought him. She must have been apprehensive to anyone else. What he felt wasn't pity; it was more of a possessiveness. He could remember when he could force those sounds out of her. Now he was starting to ache for her… No one had ever appreciated him before like Kira had. Of all the people he knew Kira was the one who considered him a person the most. To him her eyes said so.
"Fine, you have'r. I guess I'll just wait for something fresh." The fat one huffed.
Suddenly the taller of them stood and started walking out towards the slave caravan.
"Wher'ya goin'?"
"I'm in the mood now, gonna pick up Kira before baldy gets too far." He stalked off into the dusky night.
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*He pronounced "enticing" wrong.
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"Lady," Kira shook Relena a bit. Relena groaned and curled into a tighter ball. "Lady, lady, you told me to wake you."
"Huh?" Relena's sore throat murmured. She opened her eyes to the dim cavern and squinted, there were large dots in front of her eyes and pain so great she thought that her head might explode, or sizzle into a melted mass.
"You told me to wake you, lady. The sun will set within the hour and they'll be here not too long after."
Relena blinked herself into reality and suddenly shot up. "No!"
"Shh, sh-" Kira quickly placed a hand over Relena's mouth. "Don't make noise, they might come…" she whispered.
Now that Relena was in her right mind she could actually observe the slave girl. The girl's eyes were sad and brown… and her hair was an unknown color but looked black and matted with dirt and other things and everything about Kira screamed hopelessness. There was hopelessness in the way she moved and talked, the way she looked at Relena, the way she carried herself. This girl had obviously been broken.
Finding strength within herself, Relena took a breath and tried to put a confident and encouraging look on her face. "Don't worry, we're going to escape tonight."
Kira looked at her gravely and silently. There was no hope in her manner still, in fact, all she was showing was pity.
"What? We have at least an hour to prepare, and I'm feeling better now. We can't possibly just sit here and let it happen to us!"
"Shh!" Kira laid a hand on Relena's shoulder, "Please, please be quiet. You can't fight the inevitable, but at least you may prolong it."
Relena blinked in shock. The way that Kira had spoken, it was not the way that Relena knew slaves to speak. Slaves were lowborn people whose families had sold them for money. They didn't have an education, and certainly didn't know words like 'inevitable'. "Y-you're of high class?" she stuttered in fear. It wasn't possible, everything that she had been taught told her it wasn't, and yet… slavery never was very appealing to her, even though she used to own quite a few.
"I'm a slave," Kira corrected her, "That's of no class."
They stared at each other for a moment, and it was that moment that took Relena to realize that Kira had truly been broken, in the deepest sense of the word. Fear grasped her at the thought that within the time of a couple of months she could be just like Kira. It was a horrible thought, it made her shiver and so she decided that the "inevitable" just simply had to be prevented. I will escape from this hell, and by Nata, I will take her with me! "No," Relena tried again, "What were you before you were a slave?"
A blank look crossed Kira's face, and then a look of sad remorse. She bowed her head, "I- I don't remember…. Nata, I don't remember." She doubled over and wept into her lap.
Relena regarded her with pity, and took her resolve again into mind. She laid her arm across Kira's back and comforted her, "Now, now… perhaps you've just blocked it out because it hurts too much to remember, but try. Do you remember your parents? When you were small, your family?"
Slowly Kira stopped shaking. She furrowed her brow and searched her mind for things that she no longer allowed herself to think about, however, when she searched for them and pondered on them with concentration, the memories washed anew in her mind, and fresh tears started. After another bout of crying and comfort she was finally able to answer the question. "My father was an official… he was the mayor of a city in the Kingdom of Zodiac…" suddenly her eyes widened and her fists clenched in anger. "They took us! The entire family!" She was so angry she forgot to whisper. "The person running for mayor had our entire family 'disappear', and they took everyone away from me! They all went north, to the northern kingdom and I was circulated around the south," she began to weep in anger then, "They said it was pity compared to the north… that at least I would last. I wish I could have gone with them, I wish I was dead!"
Now it was Relena that shushed the other. "Hush now," her heart was beating rapidly at the things that she had heard, but she hadn't time to think of them then. She promised herself she would think of them when she was free. "Listen, I am going to escape tonight, and you shall come with me- don't shake your head- you shall. Come, we need to prepare," Relena rose painfully to her swollen feet, although she didn't know why they were swollen, probably because she had been lying down on an uncomfortable, moving, wooden floor for days and was drugged with something impure.
"But how?" Kira asked as they both stood and looked at what they had. Around the "room" there was a bucket of waste, a bucket of nasty water and a rag, the deteriorating animal skin Relena had been laying on, and stray hay.
With the look at her resources, Relena seemed disconcerted but tried not to show it to her already insecure friend. "Anything that can be thrown is a weapon if it does damage." She was known as a very good public speaker and student, and used those skills to take command now, "There," she pointed, "that bucket of excretion, that is our primary weapon both in and out. Let's see if we can do something with this water before we empty it to use the bucket. Gather up the hay. If we tie together bundles as hand held weapons with pieces of the rag we might do some damage. Maybe we can use the blanket to obscure their vision somehow."
"Obscure?"
"Block. We must work quickly, we've wa- spent too much time already." With that they began to work.

A scratchy voice spoke with an accent and a high pitch, "Interesting setup- so where's the boy?"
There was another, different cackling, "I have fun with this one, I do. Quite interesting. The boy is stubborn, he is, and it amuseth me to ends of none."
"I liked my job with the other two better-"
"Too morbid for my taste-"
"Oh, but romantic it was, say I, I say."
"Too morbid? Yours is dallying so much he started a war! So where is that boy?"
"Look and see, for purposes your own."
"Well! That's not even funny, why are you laughing? You have quite a sick sense of humor, and no pity!"
"I'm having fun, I am."

Baldy intently creaked his way up the steps to the caravan and smiled slimily. After unlocking the three locks with three different keys slowly, as to excite himself with anticipation and frighten the girl to the point of heady terror.
The door opened outwards and he took a step inside only to be confronted with a large, smelly, dripping wet animal skin smack in the face. "What by Nata?!" It fell of its loose hanging on the wall and enveloped its raging victim. The weight of the wet fur was enough to close in around the slaver's head, effectively obstructing his line of sight. Before he could back out, Kira pushed him forward towards Relena as unprecariously as she could. The man, baldy, groped for something, or the someone that had pushed him, but all hope for him was lost as Relena pulled that water bucket over her shoulder and swung it across his head the hardest she could manage.
The man let out a roar of pain and fell to his knees. The yell had stunned both of the girls in their first fight for their life, but instinct soon took over. Baldy managed to free the skin off his head, which was bleeding from a cut on the back and flung the skin at Kira, who was in the process of opening the door. She yelped, and as weak as they had made her with malnutrition, lack of exercise, and rape, her weak body stumbled back into the wall and she dropped, though not out.
This left the brunt of the escape on the shoulders of Relena, who took the weight and seemed to transfer it into energy of sorts for another merciless blow to baldy's head. Although he was still not prepared enough to defend himself, somehow that blow did not hurt his soft brain as much as the first, cushioned blow had. Seeing as how he was about to get up, Relena tried for another blow to give them time to escape, but this time baldy spun and blocked the bucket with his forearm. It ripped from her grasp and flew across the room. She gasped in distress and took a preparatory step back to run away. It wasn't the smartest, or the bravest thing to do, and she had all but forgot Kira in the headily desperate fear that bombarded her mind. Logic flew away at the malicious look in baldy's eyes. Baldy grabbed her arm and yanked her down and she impacted with the floor with a hard, loud sound. Her vision whitened for a second and she knew that something had broken.
He stepped over her and prepared to bash her face in with his fist when something hit him hard enough in the side to throw the heavy man off balance and he stumbled a little. Kira regained her footing quicker, being lighter and more nimble, and before baldy could gain bearings he was doused with a bucket of feces just as Relena painfully rolled out of the way to avoid most of it. He howled in frustration, but not in anger yet- somehow this only seemed to fuel his perversity.
With a step towards the pivoting women in the slight darkness, he luckily slipped on the excretions lining the floor. Unluckily, he slipped and fell forward, and just forwards enough to catch Kira's ankle. The girl fell with a shriek and kicked out to no avail.
Relena was inches from the door when she saw her friends go down. There was so little room left between her and freedom that she could have made it out easily. She only hesitated in her mind, but the pause was so brief that she was already turning to help her fellow slave before she knew it. It was only human to be tempted to just make a run for the door, and the welcomingly dangerous woods without, but there was something in Relena that almost didn't even let her consider it. It was true that she had a very good upbringing with her family of Dorlian's, but it was an internal desire, bred from more than blood and upbringing alone that compelled her to sprint back to Kira's side.

"Regret this, she will, say I."

She knew that even by flinging herself into the large offender would not make him loose his four-limbed stature on the ground. He had moved over poor Kira by straddling her and began to choke her with a rabid grin.
Fear rose in Relena's throat, now not only for her freedom, but also for Kira's life. The noble slave girl thrashed and gasped but no air was entering her lungs. Now Relena panicked, she didn't know what to do or how to help, she couldn't help Kira with her hands, and now baldy had deemed her harsh methods of battering him into submission with a bucket useless. Her breath came in quicker gasps, almost as strained as Kira's and tears sprung to her eyes as she panicked. She knew that she absolutely must save Kira. She would not leave her stranded, but getting them both killed-
Another thought occurred to her- she still had her makeshift knife, but using that alone would do as much damage as her hands would. He could easily overpower her. But, she considered, if she used two weapons… She ran for the bucket and leapt over one of the scoundrel's extended hands. When she landed and collapsed she remembered her earlier injury and realized it had been her ankle that had given out. She cursed the best she could, but put the pain to the back of her mind and focused on helping the helpless. No longer could she really think about her actions, they had all become instinct, otherwise she would have collapsed from the pain of simply putting weight on her foot. She was already faint, but intent on keeping a clear head, she let her inner strength guide her body.
With a swift movement and a limp she grabbed the bucket by the handle in the strongest grip she could manage, so strong it made her hand ache, and rushed at baldy.
First she swung the bucket, which he anticipated and blocked violently. She was prepared for it and although she did stagger (and cringe when weight landed heavily on her ankle) she managed not to fall and now twisted her body the other way to slash at his back with her handmade weapon.
The slaver made such a pain filled scene at the three deep scratches across his back that Relena almost smiled ferally with satisfaction. She had no time, however, he did not let go of Kira's neck but squeezed harder and Relena acted instantly. She wasn't thinking or seeing properly. The blood was rushing to her head and everything was red tinted and spotty. After the damage she did, baldy had arched, and his head went up with his yell. This exposed his throat quite nicely for Relena, and whatever she wanted to do with it.
Without a thought she flung the pail up over her head with both hands, and brought the long rope handle around his neck without too much difficulty. She let go of the wooden handle guard so it could press on his Adams apple, and shifted her hands to pull from the bucket. Baldy's hands flew away from a forgotten Kira and tried to grasp the rope. His eyes bulged as he clawed his neck and let out strangled gurgling sounds that mimicked the ones he had emitted from Kira.
Even when his eyed began to roll Relena pulled, she'd wanted him dead, dead for what he had done to countless women, dead for the slavery, dead for Kira's rape, dead for the rape he had planned for her, dead for trying to kill Kira, dead for kidnapping her, just dead. She was beyond reason, and it seemed to her that the only escape for them was if he was dead, hell, at the moment, she wanted all of the traders dead, she was almost willing to hunt for them as soon as this one was dead.
When it was clearer to him he was going to die soon he had made an attempt to throw himself back onto her to discover that she had propped her knee against his spine to make sure he would die if he tried.
Kira watched all of this in fear; she began to edge away, closer to the door expecting escape, but froze when tables turned. Baldy grabbed Relena's long hair and pulled on it jerkingly. Tears sprung to Relena's eyes as a reflex, but the murderous and completely animal look in them flared. Instead of letting go, she allowed him to rip it out if need be, and used the pain as motivation to tighten her pull.
Now that he was loosing energy he was starting to press into her knee anyway, and with actual first concern used the last of his strength to pull against her, even if the rope tightened.
The rope did tighten, in fact, it tightened so much that it snapped. Relena and Kira's eyes went wide with fear, even as the backlash careened Relena to the ground backwards and the bucket flying. Baldy caught himself forwards and took time to breath, although he was not as bad off as he could have been. He was, after all, much stronger than Relena, and had been able to lesson some of her pull. When he was able to get on his knees before Relena could scramble to hers through her pounding headache Kira lost her courage. She turned and fled for the door in terror that her near death experience with the infallible man would become a real death experience shortly. She would never forget the feel of his hands squeezing the life out of her, just as she would never forget the many nights of rape she had endured. She was at her limit, pushed as far as she could go, and she could not handle it anymore, she gave into her fear and attempted to flee.
A few paces from the door, the entrance opened on its own, causing her to skid to a stop, and by the time she saw who it was, she was already running back towards the discarded bucket. Cruel, intelligent eyes narrowed, and putrid, violent fear washed over Kira. This one, she shakily thought, Forbit. She bared her teeth like a cornered cat and was totally ready to kill the man in her way of the entrance- and more importantly, exit.
She had been cooped in that caravan for too long, alone, or in the company of a load of brutal womanizers, and this one, the one she despised more than the others put together, was the one standing in between her, and freedom. He was so patronizingly evil. He gave her food in exchange for love- like she could ever love him! No one, no human, could ever love him. Did he think she was so much like a pet, so inhuman, so moronic that he could bribe loyalty and love from someone that beat and raped her almost daily? It wasn't not rape just because she stopped fighting, and she might have even responded to him just for the food, but her feelings had never warmed up towards him past hate.
"What the hell's goin' on here?" Forbit asked in a commanding, edgy voice.
"They's trying to 'scape." Now that baldy was on his feet he stalked warily, but anxiously towards his prey, Relena.
Forbit's sharp eyebrows furrowed bulbously. He couldn't decide whether to be more angry or confused… but chose angry. "Now why'd you do that when ya' could've it so much better har'?" He frowned at her with a sour, thirsty look. "Ya've got less of a chance out there than ya' do with me. We get along good, I treat ya good." His voice was low and breathy, and it sent chills down the back of its listeners.
Maybe those chills stimulated Kira's spine, "Treat me good?! You- you treat me like a pet, and- and you think of me like a stupid dog or something to use to pleasure yourself! I'm not a slave you conceited, despicable… bastard!! I hate you! I hate you!" She covered her ears from the sound of the non-existant wind rushing around her, everything swirled, and all she could seem to remember were her dark thoughts of hate, despise, hurt, humiliation, anger, rage, etc. "I'll always be better than you no matter how much you demean me! I hate you! I hate you, you low born son of a mage!!"
Forbit's anger gave way to shock, and he paused just enough to absorb all she said- and then slipped quickly back into rage. She couldn't have chosen worse words to say to someone that had spent their life in bitter resentment over their class, their position, and their position, and then put all his hope into the fact that he had control, power, security, and appreciation, maybe even admiration into that one slave, Kira, who just threw everything back in his face.
Through his rage came vicious clarity. He had not had the other things… and never would, his life was a failure, he would, however, always have control. In order to alleviate some of the weight settled on his chest, he would exercise that control because it was the only thing that he had. A very logical conclusion.
So very unfortunate for Kira.
Now he smiled a crazed, hurt smile, but the hurt was hidden under a level of malicious hatred. When he started stalking her a chill ran through her heart at the pain promised in his eyes. Unknowingly she took a step or two back, trying to distance herself from the oncoming slaver. Her foot knocked on something and she remembered the bucket that had been discarded. Without looking down she desperately grabbed the broken string and hurled the bucket at her attacker with all her strength.
Forbit blocked, but Kira's real intention had been to distract him. She still had no way out without going through him, and so… she went through him. She rushed him and brandished her straw weapon. With a cry she plunged it into Forbit's thigh and left a gash there, welling blood. However effective it was in making Forbit suffer pain by the judge of his cry, the straw snapped under the stress and was hardly a reliable weapon or usable for a second go.
Forbit clutched his leg and she saw this as her only hope for escape. She threw herself past him and tried to run for the door. Her hand went out for the door handle but her whole body was jerked back when Forbit hooked his arm about her neck.
"You want the door, eh? I've got the perfect place for you!" Forbit ended his harsh speculation with a yell. She kicked and scratched and clawed, but to no avail. He only put her in a tighter headlock and practically dragged her behind himself out the door. She thumped and skinned her shins as she was dragged down the steps and continued to thrash and call out obscenities.
He forced her down around the back of the caravan where a metal pole stuck out from the top. With one hand he fished out a long chain with cuff locks at the end and another short one with hook locks, and a whip. At the sight of the long leather weapon she squirmed anew. She had never in her life been whipped, but she knew that it was bad… and she knew others who had. When there was another feisty slave with her months ago they had decided to whip her. Through the canvas of the caravan Kira had heard her scream in pain each of the thirty lashes, and later she had helped comfort the broken girl and heal the deeply carved wounds.
One end of the hook lock went on her slaves collar, and the other wrapped around and hooked on the skeleton of the caravan. She was effectively limited to almost no room to move, for her neck could only be pulled six inches away from the pole at best. Of course she tried to reach up and free herself from the lock, but Forbit held her hands behind her back and whispered angry, insane words at her.
"Lesse how you like fresh air now. You'll wish that you'd never crossed me wench- worse, slave, and that's all you'll ever be… less than me!"
Once he had cuffed one of her hands he held her other hand fast and slung the chain over the pole. The moment of freedom was so fast that her hand was only halfway to her neck before he yanked the chain and it flew painfully upward, straining in its socket; her feet lifted off the ground and his arm trembled with effort before her other wrist was cuffed and she could stand on her toes to relieve some of the pull on her shoulders.
She screamed in terror even before he could do anything, and her screams mixed with those of Relena inside the Caravan. Her screams stopped when Forbit rammed her head against the pole and lashed her legs. She bit her bloody lip until her legs gave way and her body's weight pulled her arms tightly… she might have bitten through her lip if she hadn't screamed from the pain and clenched her aching jaw instead.
With a vengeful rage like none other Forbit beat her until she saw white with each lashing, until she couldn't hear anything because of the blood in her ears, until her back was raw, clotheless and almost skinned, and until she passed out.

Relena was breathing heavily and shaking with profound confusion mixed with exhaustion and fear. Her bloodlust was gone as instantly as it came, and so was her energy, so now she was depending on her adrenaline, which her fear provided plenty of. As baldy warily eyed her like a cornered cat, she thought through her options of escape. Her straw knife was useless, the buckets were too far to reach, and the wet skin was useless. She was a good distance from her attacker, yet he still stood between her and the door. She knew she couldn't attack him with her hands because he was stronger… but, she considered, maybe that meant that he was slower.
She eyed an area where she might be able to run through if she were fast enough and didn't dally, but ran as fast as her legs could carry her.
She had forgotten about her ankle. Within three steps she was ready to cry from the pain, but her body couldn't help but favor her ankle as white flashes and spots lanced her eyesight. The result was that she was much, much slower than she had intended. With one last cringe of pain as she knew her bad ankle would roll on her next landing all of a sudden she was thrown back before her ankle could reach the ground.
She had been rammed in the side of the head by the hefty slaver, and now she was sailing across the room in the opposite direction of the impact on the side of her head, which muddled her brain, but she was reawakened when her body skidded across the wooden floor for at least a meter and splinters the size of fingers tore into her. When she rolled to a stop and stared at the ceiling, it was the first time (as she could feel every inch of her body enflamed in stinging pain) that she considered just giving up.
Something like inner strength, or hope, or determination bubbled up inside of her and she put that notion aside. She tried to lift her throbbing head from the ground and winced when it felt like she had been shot in the head with an arrow. Her body was moving slower and weaker than ever, and just like that, he was on top of her.
He pinned her arms with his hand, and her legs with his legs and left her with nothing to do but scream, so she did scream. She only stopped screaming when he tried to kiss her, and when he failed, he licked her with his sticky, gross tongue. He licked her cheek, and painful as it was for her, Relena thrashed her head and torso so much he couldn't get to her ear, but he managed to trace her jaw down to her nape and defile her there for a time while she protested with screams and panicked jolts.
He pulled his head back and began to use his free hand to fondle her, and pinch her breasts painfully, and then lick there. She screamed profanities and threats and anything nasty and hateful she could think of, she screamed for help, and screamed bloody murder. Her only moment of hope was when his sweaty palm slipped as he was sucking her breast and she freed one hand to claw at his head and get him away from her, he only took her seriously when she was about to claw at his eyes and pulled back. His full weight resting on her legs had caused them to go numb with pinched nerves and lack of blood so she could no longer even struggle there. With a large smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes her tore her hand away and up to her other hand, where he switched hands and went back to besmirching her.
"Y'know," he whispered, "Yer struggles make it even more arousin'." With that, all her hope died.
She lost most of her voice in her raw and swollen throat at some point and could only sob as he touched her clit and caused sharp pains to pull at her abdomen. When he prepared to complete his rape, and discarded his pants, and touched his hardness, she suddenly found her voice and began screaming with as much ferocity and desperate anguish as she could. In the end though, he took her, with no mercy, and if Relena thought that she had felt pain before- the meaning was redefined as he invaded her body, shredded her soft inner tissue, and rammed into her forcefully. By that time she tried to scream but her mouth would only open silently.
When he finished with her he left her there shivering, alone, in the darkness where it was completely and deathly silent to curl up on herself and sob brokenly.







I won't ramble on… but I need feedback on this chapter- so review it. Oh, and by the way, if you flame me- I will eat you, bc this is very necessary for the fic, all will be clear… in a long time. ^.^ As always, I don't mind negative CONSTRUCTIVE comments.
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