Chapter 47: Fire and Ice
Her mind snapped back to reality as the horse slowed down and there it was...the beanstalk. She didn't have much time so she dismounted the horse, thanking its rider, knowing full well that whoever it was...she was not Rem, but seeing as how she had inflicted no harm to the now blonde, she saw no reason to call her out on it.
She simply turned and slowly made her way towards her destination, trying not to focus on how bloody hot she was. Why did Emma's magic have to be so damn hot?! It felt like lava was running through her veins. Why couldn't her magic be cooler like her mother's...Ingrid's...Damn it, who was she kidding. Ingrid had completely monopolized the mother role and she loved her for that.
The Snow Queen had saved her life when the townspeople began to shift to the negative end of the emotional spectrum. She hadn't been kidding when she thought that she was going to be raped. She had come close once...about ten months after she had arrived.
She had just finished making Regina a gift to celebrate the first anniversary of the curse being enacted. The Queen had been working really hard to learn everything she needed to know and do as mayor. Artz had been helping her a lot and she was so proud of her new friend.
She had left the pawn shop about ten minutes ago when she was surrounded by a group of men. There was five of them and she tried to move past them without a fuss but they pushed her to the ground, the gift she had worked so hard on, shattering on the asphalt, but she didn't have time to worry about that because they pushed her fully into the ground, her right arm and part of her side being ground into the rather sharp shards below her.
She tried to yell for help but was soon gagged. She fought like hell to keep them off her, resulting in several bruises and a broken wrist...the wrist breaking as a result of them wrenching her hands behind her back and tying them tightly with two of their belts...so she started kicking only to have one of them slide in between her legs while another tied her ankles with two more belts.
She felt the tears coming...especially when they ripped open her shirt and shredded her bra. She screamed against the gag as they assaulted her breasts, the one in between her legs unbuttoning her jeans and sliding his hand inside. She felt his fingers inside her and she would admit that she started crying. She full on bawled when the last belt started being slapped against her exposed skin.
Her jeans were cut away with a pocket knife as was her underwear and the asshole started in with his tongue. Was this how she was going to lose her virginity… raped by a group of random men just off main street?
She tensed when the one assaulting her womanhood started undoing his pants and she stared in shock...because he was frozen...no, he literally turned to ice, his entire body crystallizing into a complete block of ice. The other four soon followed and she heard a snap and their frozen bodies disintegrated into piles of snow and she saw who had just murdered five men...The Snow Queen….what the hell?! It was too soon for her to be here!
When Ingrid tried to approach her, the red head panicked and started scooting back, only to cut herself even more on the shards around her.
'I won't hurt you. I will never hurt you. Please...let me help.'
Artz didn't know why she had trusted The Snow Queen but she was glad that she did. Ingrid took such good care of her and she commonly tag-teamed with Goldeneye to make certain that she was well looked after. Her adoptive parents...she snorted… the crocodile and the ice witch...she just loved her life sometimes.
She slipped on some leaves but managed to catch herself by grabbing onto a nearby tree and she was surprised when she pulled her arm away...scorched...the bark was scorched, blackened and sizzling. What the fuck?! She looked behind her and sure enough, there was a trail of scorch marks on the ground and everything she had touched.
Which begged the question...how were her clothes staying intact? Her papa, Goldeneye had made a good chunk of her wardrobe with her mum's help. Maybe they did something to the fabric...it did make her wonder if she should even try to climb the beanstalk in her condition but then she remembered the Queen of Hearts.
There wasn't time for her to recover. She needed to get that compass before that heartless bitch did...her thoughts shifted to the rather nasty wake up call...screaming.