Geralt hasn't found them yet and Jaskier is in trouble. Will he make it?

Has attempted rape and forced seduction, if this bothers anyone please feel free to skip this chapter.

Much love,
MaidenP

The knight leads me further into the woods, his hand gripping my arm hard enough that I'm sure to have bruises tomorrow. I stumble over a root and fall to my knees. He yanks on my arm and I scream, the bone twisting painfully in his hand. He hauls me to my feet and shoves me forward, my knees aching from the rough ground. He directs me to a secluded corner of the forest and pushes me to my knees, his hands pulling at his armor. I tilt my head and look around, searching for something, anything, to use against him. My hands are still bound behind me and I wiggle my wrists. The rope cuts into my flesh and I groan quietly. I bow my head submissively and peek up at the knight, fluttering my lashes at him.

"Can you cut my ties? It would be more enjoyable for both of us." The knight scoffs, his hands stilling.

"So you can try to run away? I don't think so." His chest plate falls to the ground with a sturdy thunk and I wiggle my fingers as I think. I put on my most innocent face, pouting my lips in a seductive manner and scoot closer to him.

"I won't run away, you still have my friend. Please? I may as well enjoy myself." He pauses, his eyes narrowed as he searches my face for any hint of a lie. I lick my lips and nibble my bottom lip. He strokes my jaw, his fingers cold against my skin and nods.

"Fine. If you try anything I'll let my men have her, until there is nothing left." My heart stops and I choke on my saliva. I nod mutely and he grins, his eyes shinning with glee. He cuts my ties and I rub my wrists, the skin raw from the rope. He shucks off his shirt, his smooth chest on display. I can't help but notice the differences in similarities. Geralt is battle hardened and delicious. The man before me is lean and soft, his skin unmarred. He's not ugly per say but I still find him disgusting. He pulls at my vest, his hands tearing my ties in his haste. I shiver slightly, my skin pebbling. He rubs his hands over my chest, his fingers cold. Bile rises in my throat and I have to force it down, plastering a flirty smile on my face. I grip his hips and push him down, straddling his legs.

"I know when to behave. I have to do what's best for myself." I kiss his jaw, his chin scratchy. He grins and palms my ass, his grip rough.

"You're a good little bard, aren't you?" He murmurs quietly, his hands tugging at my pants. I hum and shove my hand in his pants, grasping his cock in my fist. I have to force myself to stroke him, my stomach churning with shame. He groans and thrusts his hips up, his eyes fluttering closed. I continue to stroke him, his skin sticky with seed. I lean further up on him, pressing kisses to his throat. His head's tilted back, his eyes closed as he fucks my fist. I slide my free hand across the ground, blindly searching for anything to use. My fingers brush a thick rock and I grip it tightly, my fingers aching from the force. He thrusts against me, his cock pulsing in my hand. I lift the rock and he opens his eyes just as I hit him upside the head. He yelps and grabs at his face, blood spurting from between his fingers. I roll off to the side and push myself up, sprinting towards the tree line. A hulking shadow looms over me and I'm thrown to the ground, landing harshly on my side. I try to catch my breath as I'm tossed onto my stomach, my arm pinned behind me.

"You bitch! You just killed your little friend." The knight hisses and leans over me, his hand twisting my arm tighter. My shoulder screams in agony and I push against him.

"Let me go!" He pushes me into the ground, his body heavy atop me. I try to push my free arm under me but he's to heavy. He grips my hair and pulls my head back. his forehead is caked with blood, his skin torn open from the jagged edges of the rock. He pushes harder on my arm and I cry out in pain.

"Stop, you're hurting me!" He huffs, his eyes glinting in the darkness.

"Your going to hurt a lot worse when I'm through with you little bard." He pushes on my arm and I hear a sickening pop. Agonizing, searing pain spreads through my arm and I scream, tears streaming down my face. He releases my arm and it falls uselessly beside me, a raging fire burning under my skin.

"You just couldn't behave." He grumbles, his hands jerking at my pants. Fear spikes through me when I feel him tear my waistband. Geralt isn't here to save me this time. I push up with my uninjured arm and manage to shove him back, his distraction working to my favor. He snarls and grabs my neck, forcing me back down into the dirt. He screams and jerks away from me. I roll over and see a blade sticking out of his shoulder and a livid girl behind him. Ciri's hand glows and she blasts him back, her magic sending him sprawling through the dirt. She rushes over to me, dropping to her knees beside me. She cups my face, her palm cool against my ravaged skin. I can feel blood running down my face, probably from where he shoved my face in the ground. My body aches and my arm hurts like nothing I've ever felt.

"How did you get free?" Ciri helps me to stand, my legs wobbly.

"That guard let me go, said he couldn't condone the abuse of girls." She wraps her arms around me, her slender frame shuddering. I hug her back with my good arm and press a kiss to her hair. The knight groans, his hands gripping his head. Ciri turns to face him, her eyes burning with hatred. I grab the leftover rope from my bindings and hand them to Ciri.

"Tie him up, we have to get out of here." I stand watch, Ciri's blade poised as she makes quick work of tying him up. He moans, his shoulder flowing blood. He blinks blearily up at me, his eyes unfocused. Ciri lands a swift kick to his groin and he grunts, his eyes closing in pain. She dusts her hands off and loops my good arm around her shoulders. I lean against her, thankful for the support. She leads us through the forest, searching for somewhere safe to rest.

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Geralt's POV:

My fist crushes the nose of the man in front of me and he falls to the ground with a pitiful whimper, clutching his face. Yennefer has immobilized the other goons, her fingers glowing with magic. I grab his filthy tunic and haul him upright. He whines and covers his head.

"Where are they? Tell me and I might let you live." I shove him against the wall, my fingers closing around his throat. He scratches at my hand, his fingers digging into my skin. He wheezes, trying desperately to gather air. I bang his head on the wall and snarl.

"Tell me!" The man begins to cry and holds up his hands.

"To the north of here, a small clearing in the woods. He has them there." He weeps, begging pathetically for his life. I look at Yennefer and she nods, her eyes burning. I tighten my grip on his throat and crush his skull against the brick, his eyes rolling into his head and blood pouring from his nose. He slumps to the ground, his body lifeless. Yennefer whispers a spell, her hands glowing, the men burning brightly, their screams filling the air, before turning to ash. She bends down and burns the other body, her magic perfuming the air around us. She slides her gloves back on and brushes the dirt from her skirt.

"To the north. When we get close enough I should be able to sense Ciri." We mount our horses, pushing them into the darkness. I pray we aren't to late.