Hey, here's another instalment. Sorry it took me so long to update, work has been hectic this past couple of days :/ Big trigger Warnings for this chapter, not for the weak hearted..

Trigger Warnings: Non-Con and Torture...

Its been many hours since she lost her freedom, at being forced to march blind through rough terrain and never ending trees. Regina bites down harshly on the damp cloth between her teeth, a great anger building, the inner darkness she's been battling with for years is now pushing its way to the surface. Her arms are sore, her wrists are sore and her feet feel like they might crumble under her weight at any moment, Why couldn't the stupid peasants ride the horses stolen from my carriage?!..The sound of idle chat and laughing reaches her ears from somewhere further ahead and she sighs relieved, We must be close to camp, it would be heaven to finally get off my feet, even if it is in the company of thieves..They come to an abrupt stop and she stumbles before a firm hand tugs her back.

"Take her majesty to the supply tent and make sure your not seen by anyone but Stevens."

"What about the other guy?"

"Put him in the yard."

"And if Morrigan sees him?"

There's an uncomfortable pause and Regina frowns curiously, Whose Morrigan?...

"She'll know somethings up sooner or later. I'll make sure I get to her first."

"Good luck with that.." Luke mumbles under his breath.

"Problem?!"

"No boss." Sheepish, Luke shy's back before he and another quickly pull the Queen towards the back of camp and away from other prying eyes..

A large tent stands proudly beneath towering trees at the secluded part of the bandits camp. Guarding the entrance, a skinny man with brown hair and a dishevelled beard wraps his dirtied cloak around his slightly shaking limbs. He shifts from foot to foot trying to battle the harsh cold breeze but it only invites more frost under his poor winter clothing. Luke steps cautiously from the darkness spooking the scraggy man who quickly attempts to pull out his sword, But recognising his fellow bandit, the man pauses.

"Jesus Luke you scared the shit out of me!" The mans beady blue eyes widen at Luke's broken bloody nose.."What the bloody hell happened to you? Pardon the pun."

"Not now Stevens! Are there others on watch tonight?"

"No why?"

"Cause we have a special guest joining us. Now grab Hawking and haul that piece of shit out. Hes spending the night in the yard." Luke pinches his nose painfully, turning to leave with a grunt.

"I don't understand.."

"Oh just do it will you! And if anyone asks why, you say cause the boss told you so!"

"Y-Yeah course." Stevens quickly flees from his touchy superior as Luke marches toward the back of the tent, grabbing the restrained Queen from his fellow bandit and leads them inside the now vacant tent.

Inside is surprisingly spacious, crates of vast amounts of supplies house the back and in front, three wooden posts are forced into the dirt to stand around a meter high. The flaps are wrenched back and Regina's not so gently pulled inside, limbs continuing their fight for some slim chance at freedom. Her stomach churns, a starving rumble lost under the heavy footfalls of her kidnappers before shes suddenly pushed to her knees with a muffled grunt. They cut her bonds, quickly positioning her against a post and securing suspended arms over the back to clamp metal into delicate wrists.

"Enjoy your stay your Majesty." She can practically hear the smugness of Luke and kicks out hoping to hear a satisfied grunt but all she hears is an amused chuckle as feet disappear into the distance and shes finally left alone. Pain from her throbbing lip finally registers and she winces when dried blood tares a little, I'd almost forgot about being slapped, he must have split my lip the filth!..She hears shuffling ahead and frowns in darkness, is someone watching me?..

Morrigan considers herself a fair fighter, she never fights dirty, not even with magic on her side. Its been two days since she was dispatched to take out a small group of renegades from a rival faction. Now she's almost back at camp..Almost home..

It didn't take long to drive the renegades from her territory. Intimidation and a little light show usually does the trick, killing being a last resort but there's always one, a coward that pushed a young boy, perhaps only fourteen into her blade to save his own skin, The pathetic wretch deserved to be torn in half..

The welcoming orange glow from camp looms into view and Morrigan pushes the last few days clear from her mind, food and sleep, that's all she needs right now. Looking up she spots one of her sentries and raises two fingers, smiling to herself as he issues her return with a series of bird whistles.

The men in camp laugh together about their latest raid, mindful of only themselves and the drinking of ale and eating of roasted game as Morrigan slips passed and heads to her tent promptly. With the need to sleep and to take off her heavy set cloak, shes oblivious to their first prisoner tied to a post in the yard and a young boy darting across camp toward her quarters..

Candles flicker, illuminating the cosy tent and revealing a plain looking bed with scratchy looking sheets in the top corner. Beside it, two chests pile on top of one another, their contents a mystery and by the entrance, a wooden crate stands on its side with a large white basin atop. Morrigan steps toward the bed wearily, removing her black hooded cloak and burgundy balaclava before tossing them on the green sheets.

She thinks about her latest mission, the renegades who were easily frightened by her magic and the hidden anger that scared her more than any demon or even death itself. She knew from an early age about her magic, about her curse and her parents feared more of people finding out than the power she could wield. Magic's never scared Morrigan, but the darkness behind it and the ability to lose control so easily is what's prevented her from getting close to anyone, fear is just as dangerous as anger.. A body suddenly bursts through the entrance to her tent and quickly Morrigan releases a hidden blade from the cuff on her wrist but pauses.

"Jesus Puck! What did I tell you about just running in here without me inviting you first?!"

The young boy, messy brown hair and bright brown eyes shuffles back, eying the blade apprehensively.."I..I'm sorry, I forgot."

The steels quickly retracted with a sigh, Morrigan continuing to unbuckle the sword at her belt.."So what's it this time? Beaten Stevens at swordplay? Ralph at archery? Saw a Pixie? Must be big news for you to barge in here when I've only just got back."

Puck fidgets, rubbing his hands together, "I..He..I'm not supposed.."

"You haven't ripped open one of the tents again have you?"

Puck fidgets incessantly, "Ugh the Boss, he should speak to you about the heist..today's heist."

Morrigan narrows dark green eyes, "There was no heist today."

"Th-That's why he wants to talk to you.." Puck rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact and looking down at his scuffed shoes. Suddenly Morrigan's dashing forward and the boy's quick to step aside for the fuming woman to storm from the tent..

Its been over an hour since they left. Interrogation doesn't seem to be their fortay but I guess they didn't really plan on kidnapping the Queen..Regina shifts, trying to get comfortable on the bumpy ground when an almighty yell makes her jump and her heart leap into her mouth.

"BRENDON!"

Regina's pretty sure the furious holler echoed around the tent, so with nothing else to do, she tilts her head, trying to eavesdrop on the tense conversation from outside.

"Did you go through with that heist?!"

"I guess you found out.." Brendon clears his throat.."It was going to be a big take, our Intel seemed good."

"Seemed?!"

Regina frowns, This must be that woman that big oaf spoke of, Marian...Moyra, no...Morrigan..

"It...didn't go exactly to plan."

"Why? What the hell happened?!"

"We got the goods but it wasn't what we thought it would be."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!"

Regina feels the grin growing on battered lips, Looks like someones being put in their place. Serves the bastard right, he can suffer for a while..A scuffling is heard ahead, footsteps drawing closer and stopping by her side.

"Hello again your Majesty."

Regina tenses, that disgusting half whit is back!..Morrigan and Brendon's arguing can still be heard in the distance as her heart begins to race, her stomach rolling violently, clearly they didn't send someone to retrieve me..

"I don't think we got to finish our last little encounter."

Regina's blood runs cold, panic setting in as the hood is ripped from her head and she blinks rapidly trying to make out her sudden surroundings. A hand caresses her hair and she flinches away violently from his touch.

A whimper mingles with the sound of chains as he pulls the metal and Regina's arms over the top of the pole and a beefy hand roughly pushes her on her back..

The Fucking Moron! There's a reason the heist was called off!..With a traitor in King Leopold's court, the bandit factions have become very wary as many raids and sudden arrests have increased over the past year.

Morrigan glares at a sheepish Brendon, her anger simmering.

"Well? What did you get? Weapons? A Fucking Dragon egg! What?!"

A long silence has her breaking eye contact long enough to notice their prisoner tied to a post in the yard. The gears turn in her head and she frowns.."What?.." Green eyes flicker between their prisoner and the sheepish giant in front of her before everything clicks into place, "Wait, you kidnapped someone?!"

"Maybe." He pouts like a toddler and it only infuriates her more.

"Brendon I swear to god!"

"Shes worth a fortune, we'll be set for life if it works."

"If Brendon, If it works! Who is she?"

He lowers his head, mumbling under his breath and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Who?!"

"The..Queen."

Morrigan freezes, He's got to be Fucking joking!..

"Morrigan?"

Her face is eerily placid, her anger gone in an instant making Brendon fidget.

"The Queen? As in her royal highness? Wife to King Leopold?" Brendon nods.."I take it shes in the supply tent?" He nods again and Morrigan releases an extensive sigh, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, How can I be related to someone so stupid!..

"She leaves tomorrow."

"What?!"

Livid green eyes snap open, "You heard me! This has to be one of the stupidest things you've ever done! Did you once ever consider what danger kidnapping the Queen would put us in?! Its not like we can hide from an army here and that's exactly what the king will send once he finds out bandits kidnapped his wife!"

Brendon's mouth hangs half open ready to protest but he clamps it shut and looks down defeated. Morrigan softens, her anger receding, To be fair it wasn't such a bad idea, but this is the freaking QUEEN! If the woman was a lower class noble then maybe the plan would be worth it..

"Whose guarding her?"

"Stevens and Hawking."

Morrigan looks passed her fellow bandit leader towards the supply tent and frowns further when no one is guarding the entrance.

"No they're not."

"Yes they are, and Dermit's cleaning her Majesty's busted lip."

Something isn't right..Both bandits quickly storm over to a pensive Stevens and Hawking watching them at the other side of the campfire.

"Why aren't you two guarding the prisoner?!" Brendon's lips press into a tight line and both men stare like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Dermit said that we were supposed to report to the armory."

"And since when does Dermit start issuing the orders around here?!" Brendon squares his shoulders and aggressively advances on the pair making them take a clumsy step back.

Steven swallows harshly.."I..We didn't, he said you had last minute orders and changed our rounds. We..We reported as you ordered."

"Clearly I didn't.."

Morrigan quickly slaps a hand to Brendon's firm bicep.."Sh..."

They're all quiet immediately, Brendon looking in the same direction as her, the supply tent. Faint muffled crying drifts across the night's breeze and without another word, Morrigan's sprinting towards the tent.

With muffled cries getting louder and louder, her heart beats faster and faster, disturbing and haunting images flash through her mind before Morrigans bursting through the flap only for fears to be confirmed. The bloated body of Dermit rocking on top of the Queen is enough for her last three meals to spew from her stomach.

Dermit, startled by the sudden intrusion, whirls, alarmed eyes shining as he clumsily climbs his weight off the body beneath and backs off cautiously. Morrigan stares unbelieving at the broken Queen. Brown puffy eyes plead to her desperately as ailing limbs attempt to curl in on themselves with a sobbing whimper. Morrigans disgust quickly twists into anger, rage, fury, green eyes shimmering a vibrant red as she welcomes the darkness to overshadow the light.

Brendon finally rushes into the tent, erratic wide eyes witnessing the sick crime before refocusing on the angry waves beating into him from Morrigan.

"Morrigan look at me! You need to calm down, this wont.." His appeal is met with nothing as Morrigan slashes her arm upward and the supply tent is split in two.

Brendon ducks, rushing frantically towards his men.."Everyone back! Stay away from.." Dermit's body is suddenly thrown through the air where he crashes into bark on the other side of camp.

The sick fucking bastard! Hes going to suffer!..In her peripheral Morrigan catches a shadow cautiously crouch down behind her, so with temper flaring, she whirls, hand raised and ready to strike but pauses when shes met with Puck and the terrified Queen. Slowly her hand lowers, shimmering red eyes darting from injury to injury on Regina's body. The disturbing image of Dermit on top of the woman replays through her fractured mind before fire returns to crimson orbs,The filthy fuck! Time to skin me a whale!..

Morrigan turns to find her target rising from the ground on shaky legs and snarls when he quickly attempts to flee into the forest. With a flick of her wrist, branches and vines criss cross, lapping over one another and successfully cutting off any means of escape. Thorns reach out, wrapping themselves around Dermit's wrists, legs and throat, lifting the heavy weight man a few feet from the ground with a cry.

"You fat piece of shit! You think you can just take what you want?!"

"I just..." Dermit's quickly cut off when vines slice deeper into his throat.

"I'm going to rip out that disgusting tongue, or maybe I'll remove your filthy hands first!" Red eyes flare wickedly, Morrigans darkness satisfied with every whimper from the terrified man.

"Morrigan, you don't have to.." A sharp hand raises, silencing Brendon abruptly as red eyes burn into the fat man dangling in front of Morrigan.

"You know, I might chop your dick off and feed it to the wolves. There's so many good options." Morrigan grins darkly, her magic peaking and Dermit's eyes widen further.

Taking a step back, Morrigan flicks her wrist and flashes pearl teeth when there's a harsh whiz and a loud crack. Dermit screams in agony, the back of his shirt and white skin ripped open as four more cracks echo around the camp in succession, an invisible force taring across the mans spine and sating Morrigans anger. In the midst of the thrill she finds herself darting forward, ripping his shirt to expose flabby muscles and grabs his chin roughly to make weary eyes look at her.

"Doesn't feel so good when its the other way around does it?!"

A determined hand launches forward and the tips of her fingers are magically forced into Dermit's chest. He howls in pain, red electricity fizzing around Morrigans forearm and snaking into open wounds. After a few satisfying seconds of torture, she pulls back.

"W-Wait...Please.."

"Aw whats the matter? Too much? Want me to stop?!" Crimson tipped fingers force themselves back into burnt skin, crackling magic shocking him further as again the forest is rattled by his torturous cries.."Did she beg you to stop?! Did you listen?!"

Once again burning fingers claims his chest, pushing Morrigan's magic to its limits as sweat beads her forehead, He needs to be taught a lesson!..

Brendon clenches his fists at the madness and takes a confident step forward.

"Boss?" Luke attempts to reach for his determined boss but is brushed off.

Just a few feet away from Morrigan, Brendon's heart is racing and his palms are sweaty. He reprimands himself for his cowardice but reminds himself he's not dealing with a psychotic killer, he's dealing with his sister. Taking a final step closer, he places an uncertain palm on Morrigan's shoulder.

She quickly retracts her torturous hand and firmly grabs the limb suddenly attached to her shoulder. With a twist, Morrigan whirls, her dangerous gaze settling on determined green eyes peering up at her from Brendon's hunched position. Breathing heavily, her grip tightens, mind clouded by a vengeful shadow as it considers including Brendon in Dermit's fate. The tension is thick, a heavy silence only occupied by the crackling of the campfire until she stiffens, her senses slowly returning and fear edging its way back in, what the hell's happening?!..

Brendon looks up with such care and tenderness, smiling weakly and causing Morrigan to drop the limb quickly. Red eyes dart to the frightened faces in camp before finally settling on Puck and Regina, The Queens shaking..They're both terrified...Her eyes fade back to their normal shade of deep green, a rough hand gripping her aching skull as she quickly steps away from Brendon and a bloody Dermit.

"..I..." Morrigan stares, her mind, her sense of time all jumbled.

"Morrigan..."

Brendon's gentle voice ushers tears into frantic green eyes but Morrigan refuses to let them fall. Shaking her head emphatically, the vines and branches holding Dermit retract letting his body thump callously to the dirt.

Brendon waves his hand behind him, never taking his focus off of his distraught and confused sister as Luke slides up behind them.

"Take this sack of shit and throw him in the river. Make sure you dump him passed the creek."

Luke continues to stare at the tares in Dermit's back, shifting and fidgeting anxiously before Brendon glances at him furiously.."Luke! Fucking get rid of him will you!"

"Yeah..Yeah course."

With a heave, Dermit's weighty body is lifted and dragged out of camp as a disturbing atmosphere blankets camp.

I cant take this anymore, the feeling of everyone's eyes..Morrigans focus is glued to her shaking and bloody hands, the memories of the torture she inflicted slowly returning to her.

"Give the Queen my tent, tell Puck to stay with her. She doesn't leave."

Morrigan quickly slides passed Brendon only to be stopped by a gentle hand wrapped around her bicep. She stops, turning towards the man but her eyes betray her as he attempts to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. With a quick step back, she pushes the comfort away, she doesn't deserve it, she doesn't even deserve pity, I need to leave now..Emotional green eyes glance one last time at the reserved Queen before Morrigan's whirling and fleeing into the forest...