This chapter is gonna be darker than the previous chapters, but trust me, it's for a purpose. Let me know if you would be open to the rating changing and things getting a little smuttier. Thank you for all the feedback. I hope you enjoy!

On this day, years ago, Daniel was killed out of cold blood. Anything Mary Margaret did angered Regina. She had been avoiding the snivelling schoolteacher, she shot her down each time she asked her to do anything with her, and she even debated breaking her heart.

She couldn't go there yet, she still had plans for her. She didn't want to hurt her, she wanted to destroy her. Leave her whimpering for more, even if she was sore and stiff as a stick. She wanted to be her drug, an addiction she couldn't kick out of her system.

Regina was finishing work and left her home office, dusting off her skirt before making her way to her liquor cabinet. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat on a leather armchair near the fireplace.

Ten seconds after sitting down, someone knocked on her door, and she knew it was Mary Margaret right away, by the way her knock was loud yet shy, three firm knocks. She was learning things about Mary that she didn't want to know. She grumbled before she tensed her sore muscles and stood up, sashaying to open the door.

"Mary Margaret," she grumbled. Mary Margaret couldn't hide the disappointment in hearing her name said with such disgust from her…whatever she thought they were.

"Regina," she said softly, before slipping in between Regina and the door and removed her coat in the house.

"I never said you could come in, did I?" Mary shook her head and went back outside with her feet touching the door frame.

"I thought I would come and see you. I haven't seen you in a week," she babbled on, her voice fading as she realized Regina wasn't paying attention to her.

"Fine," she interrupted, before aside and leading her to the kitchen. They sat down at her kitchen island in front of her scattered papers and pens. Regina poured her a glass of wine from the open bottle on the island.

"Work must be busy," Mary Margaret commented.

"Well, I don't have anything else going on, dear." Mary grabbed a black pen and flicked it between her thumb and forefinger.

"What did you want, again?"

"I…wanted to see you."

"Mm, why's that."

"Because a parent complained to me today and I just didn't want to be alone."

"Maybe you deserved it," Regina murmured. Mary Margaret drew back in slight shock.

"What?"

"You're not the only one with problems."

"Are you okay, did something happen to you?"

"Nope, I'm just seeing clearer," she said to herself so Mary Margaret couldn't hear her.

"So, how is work," Mary Margaret said in a trembling, squeaky voice she speaks in whenever she's nervous.

"Take a guess," Regina said, taking a sip of her wine as she gestured towards the stacks of documents.

"What kinds of-"

"Shut up." Mary Margaret closed her slightly open mouth and looked down at the pen. Yet, she ignored her warning.

"Well-"

"I said shut up," Regina growled, pulling her off the chair and against the nearest wall, holding her by her throat.

"You never do follow instructions, do you," Regina asked Mary's frightful and bulging eyes. She shook her head in Regina's grip. Regina kissed Mary Margaret hard, more ferociously and more primally than Mary had ever seen her. Regina's tongue slipped lazily over Mary Margaret's, biting down occasionally and waiting for her to gasp in shock and slight pain. When Mary Margaret's lips were red and swollen, Regina pulled her by the wrist onto the armchair she was sitting in near the fireplace.

Regina climbed on top and bit Mary's neck, down to her collarbone hidden by her blouse.

"Regina, why ar-"

"You never learn, do you," Regina commented, before pulling her face up and slapping her right across the face. Mary Margaret whimpered helplessly as she continued to grind on Regina.

"Even after slapping you, you're still seeking release. Why is that?" Mary Margaret went against everything her body told her to do and answered.

"Because maybe you're darkness is what I need," she said breathlessly. Regina cackled and sunk her hands down lower.

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Mary Margaret didn't remember barely anything about that last night, other than her beautiful torture and Regina's malice-filled smile. When she sat up from her bed, everything come flooding back to her. The marks on her body only confirmed it. Bruises covered her hips, neck, ass, and breasts, her legs ached whenever she stood up, and she felt like throwing up.

If she had gone on a school night, she would've been screwed, but luckily, it was a Saturday, giving herself a little more time to recover and get comfortable on sitting on a chair again. It was a little before noon before she felt herself grow nauseous, and vomited for the rest of the day.

She had never seen such blackness in anyone's eyes before. The raw anger in her terrified her. That was all the more reason to do it.

She wouldn't lie, it hurt, but it felt so amazing. Sure, she wouldn't be able to keep down any food or get up from her bed other than to throw up, but that was all worth it.

She had checked her voicemail, and Regina's number appeared on the screen.

I hope you had fun last night and I hope I didn't hurt you too much. I know I had a lot of fun. Call me later. Her voice rang out brought the apartment, before shutting off again. Her apartment fell silent, and she collapsed to the floor. She knew what she was getting tangled into when asking Regina on a date, but it never occurred to her that she could love her and hurt her so much.

She was sobbing on the floor with her head in her hands when Regina came into the loft unannounced. She immediately wrapped her up in warm arms and held her shaking body. She didn't know why she was here, or how she knew she was sobbing with her face in her hands and her aching body crumpled on the floor.

"I'm so sorry," Regina murmured into her ear, just above the bruise left from the night before. Mary Margaret only nodded before slumping back against her in exhaustion. She didn't realize how exhausted she was when she stopped thinking about her and throwing up.

"It's not you," she insisted through tears, but she didn't finish before she ran to the bathroom once more. Regina didn't follow her, only waited behind on the floor, with a sopping wet spot on her shoulder where Mary Margaret was crying.

She was an idiot for thinking she should be here with Mary Margaret. On any other day, she would've left her to fend for herself through whatever she was going through, but today, she knew she pushed her too hard, too soon. She tried convincing herself she was there to make sure she was okay. It worked, for the most part.

Mary came back, but instead of settling back on the floor, she pulled Regina off the floor and into her bedroom. She didn't feel comfortable in there when she wasn't digging her fingers into Mary's jeans, but all of that was gone when she could smell Mary Margaret's coconut shampoo beside her, pulling the floral sheets over both of them.

She wasn't sure what time it was when she left, but Mary Margaret was long finished crying into her black blazer.

"I'm sorry," Mary Margaret called out to Regina's back. She turned around at once and looked genuinely perplexed.

"Why are you saying sorry?"

"Because I'm wasting your time. You told me before not to waste your time." Regina smiled tenderly. Only the good and pure Snow White could apologize for wasting Regina's time after being tossed and thrown around the room multiple times with claws digging into her skin.

"I'll let it slip," she said jokingly, before leaving. Maybethis wasn't the way to go with hurting her. She couldn't stand the thought of tearing her to shreds like that again, but all she could think was dammit Snow White. You made me soft and weak. But now, she didn't mind it as much. Maybe she liked it. Maybe it was time to move on from Daniel, from Cora, from revenge. Or maybe she could find another way.

That could wait, though, as the schoolteacher's sleeping body curled itself into a ball, whimpering softly in her sleep, she couldn't leave her now.

She went back to the bed and wrapped her arms back around Mary Margaret's shoulders, Easing her warmth back across her stomach.

Forgiveness was in the cards for her. She could learn from her mistakes, the mistakes that cost her everything, and settle for Mary Margaret instead.

She didn't want to find out right now, she was too busy watching Mary Margaret's face smile tenderly in her sleep. Her chest rose up and down and her body was warm all over. Regina cooked closer to her and let sleep consume her.