Alright Kids here we are again! Big Trigger Warning right from the get go. If you have problems with abuse skip to the next chapter. If you want to know what happens send me a message and I'll give you the gist. If you choose to read please stay safe!

This was a hard chapter to write for a lot of reasons. S&M when practiced under the guidelines, "Safe, Sane, Consensual" can be one of the most intense and amazing relationships you will have, but when any of those elements are missing it can cause irreparable damage. That's were this chapter comes from, if this isn't your cup of tea or if you are worried about where this is heading, just hang in there. I promise to bring back the happy endings ^_^

Now gather around Dear Readers and let the story continue...

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Emma tossed in her bed. The covers clenched in her hands, her knuckles white. She whimpered, chapped lips occasionally moved as if she were trying to find the scream that would wake her.

Brows furrowed, sweating , Emma dreamed.

She had been there for hours.

She could feel the tendons in her shoulders stretched beyond comfort, beyond safety. It didn't matter, she was young. The ache would fade. She would heal. The coarse ropes bit into the flesh of her ankles and wrists abrading them. The angry red welts reached beyond the ropes coverage. She had struggled. Mouth dry as she panted, each breath pulling in the scent of sex mingled with violence. It was an old smell to her.

She was in complete darkness.

She was not supposed to be.

Even the door creaked open and the sharp snap of the light switch was heard; all she saw was black. The blindfold bit into her skin.

She heard the distinct tread of heavy boots move towards the bed. They moved to the closet on her right.

Emma's brow furrowed. That was the wrong closet. She didn't want that closet.

There was a brief moment of rustling. Leather slithered against leather.

Emma shook her head frantically back and forth. She knew it wouldn't make a difference. She felt tension coil deep inside her gut hot and squirming. Her heart pounded in her ears. Emma's breath came in whistles. She felt the sweat spring to her brow.

The air was filled with a sharp sound.

CRACK!

Emma's world exploded in bright shards of pain. She felt her abdomen burn. She bit back a scream, refusing to give the bastard an iota of satisfaction or pleasure. They had been at this for hours. She hadn't made a single noise. Not a whimper, not a scream, and most certainly not the useless word that was supposed to end things, but only suceeding in making them worse.

This was not what she had wanted. It never was.

There was another crack in the air.

Emma braced herself. The pain exploded again across her lower abdomen this time. She felt a warm wet trickle from the newly opened skin.

Again the whip fell.

Four.

Five.

Six.

She broke.

Emma let lose a sharp piercing scream, as the bull whip sliced into her thigh.

Still it continued.

She lost count.

Finally, when she thought she would lose consciousness, it ended.

She felt thick fingers pushing inside of her, twisting till a ragged hoarse yell was ripped from her raw throat.

She knew what they would find.

She hated herself.

There was a chuckle, feminine. Emma paused. Feeling the shift in her reality. The warm scent of apples and vanilla washed over her. Then, two delicate fingers pressed against her nose blocking out the pleasant somehow comforting scents, and replacing it with the sharp scent of her own arousal.

She knew what would come next.

"This is why I always win. You'll always come back," words as familiar as her name, spoken in a smooth husky tone.

Regina.

Emma woke up screaming.

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The shower scalded her skin, she still felt dirty.

The scream had woke Snow up, and sent her running into the room of her only daughter.

"Emma! What...are you ok?" she asked striding over to the bed.

This was not her timed friend or the fair princess, the was the warrior. Snow's eyes were keen and alert, even though she had been in a sound sleep moments before, scanning the room for intruders and ready to do battle.

"Yeah, sorry bad dream, really bad dream," Emma said her voice shaking, and her lip trembling.

Snow face melted into a look of genuine compassion. Despite the difficult and often confusing relationship Snow had with Emma, she truly loved and adored her daughter. Often times she felt Emma kept her at arms length. She didn't understand why, but she tried to accept it. She was grateful now for Neal, knowing that she and James would be able to give him the love and nurture they had missed out on giving Emma. Snow reached out her hand and tenderly brushed the sweat straggled hair out of Emma's face. Emma allowed herself to feel the love in her mother's touch and leaned into the woman's hand. For a brief and insane moment she almost told her mother what the dream was about. However the thin wail of her new baby brother stopped the idea, and Snow's affection.

"I'm so sorry Emma I have to check on Neal. You'll be alright right? " Snow said already heading out the door.

"Yeah I'll be fine," Emma said still hearing her unsteady tone. It hurt her that her mother was already leaving, but she understood. Emma was a grown woman and could take care of herself. Neal was just a baby.

Snow gave her a distracted smile, and then shut the door. When Emma heard Neal quiet down, she tiptoed out of her room and into the bathroom. Turning on the shower she crawled in.

She had been in there for nearly an hour the hot water had turned icy. It all burned and now her pale skin a bright violent red.

The nightmare, a long buried memory, played over in her head, stuck on repeat. When she heard Regina's voice in her head mouthing the words she had heard over and over again, she hugged herself tighter. A small keening noise escaping her lips.

She was done.

She had to be.

It was too dangerous otherwise. This had to stop before it got started. She had promised herself that long ago. never again.

If she had to lock herself in her office at the police station, it had to end.

She was finished.