Hey all, in case chapter 1 didn't give it away, this is a dark fic. Particularly the first few chapters inside the doll house.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains graphic descriptions of sexual assault. No plot is lost by skipping this chapter and moving directly to chapter 3. All explicit scenes will be marked going forward

**Chapter 2**

***Aria's POV***

I woke up feeling suffocated, there was a heavy weight pinning me to the bed and I couldn't even pull away as I was pushed so forcefully into the mattress. The room seemed a more tolerable temperature, but the feeling of hot breath on my face kept me from enjoying the shift in temperature. I reached up to push the heavy form off of me, feeling it shift slightly as it breathed. As soon as my hands made contact with the chest of the person on top of me, they reacted, grabbing my hands and pinning them to the mattress on the side of me. I squirmed beneath the form, feeling the cuts on my body open from the movement. I whimpered in pain from the force of the hold on me.

A sharp pain stung across my face, they had struck me. I stopped moving in shock, surprised that I was slapped. One hand pinned my wrists to the bed while the other slowly moved across my arms towards my torso. I stiffened when the feeling of a hand traced over my shoulders to where the comforter was trapped between my body and the mattress. My eyes popped open and there was a slight light in the room, barely enough to see but I could make out the general shape of the figure on top of me. Rough fingers slid along the edge of the sheet, before the fingernails scraped against my skin and the thin comforter was roughly yanked away from my skin.

"Please don't." I begged as his hands grasped at my now exposed breast, his grip tightening painfully at my words.

The hand left my breast and struck me across the face once more, but I wouldn't be silenced, not now. I whimpered again which earned me another slap across the face. I could feel the heat rising to where I had been struck and tears filled my eyes from the burning. When I didn't make another sound, his hand went back to clutching at my breast. I closed my eyes, feeling the tears slide down the side of my face. He removed the hand pinning my wrists to remove the sheet from my torso, pushing it down to my hips, and immediately I tried to push at him. My hands were slammed against the bed again and I felt blood fill my mouth as I was punched in the face. He struggled for a minute, with one hand pinning my hand and his other fussing with something, what I couldn't tell. Then I felt stiff leather dragged across my wrists, before being tightened. It was his belt which now secured my wrists, the edges digging into my flesh painfully.

"Move again and this will hurt." A harsh voice hissed in my ear, the sound completely unfamiliar to me.

Up until that moment, I had never heard Charles' voice. I whimpered at the realization that he didn't care if I could identify him anymore, I was never leaving this prison. Pain flashed against my face again as he struck me once more for making noise. I bit my lip, not wanting to be hit again. His hands left my wrists then, travelling down my body and groping at every inch of exposed skin before reaching my hips where the thin sheet still covered me. I closed my eyes at the sound of the fabric tearing, the air coming in contact with my nether regions. His hands spread my thighs apart so that I was bared to the world. I let out a gasp when I felt his fingers touch my lower lips. One of his hands immediately moved up to my face, covering my mouth and making it difficult to breathe.

His other hand continued to explore me, before suddenly he plunged a finger into me. I cried out beneath his hand at the violation, which only caused his hand to push further into my face, completely blocking any air from getting into my nose or mouth. After pushing into me a few times his finger left and began working at his pants. I felt my head begin to spin from lack of oxygen and tried gasping for air, even though his hand was suffocating me. My lungs burned for air and I began thrashing on the bed as my chest spasmed in desperate attempts to get some oxygen in. I didn't want to die, not like this.

He paused in his movements, before removing his hand. I took a deep breath before relaxing back into the bed once I stopped gasping. He didn't cover my mouth again, instead brushing away some of the hair that was in my face from my thrashing. For a moment, he regarded me so gently that I calmed down, thinking perhaps he would stop. He stroked my hair for a moment, before his hands wandered back to my breasts, fingers pinching at my nipples painfully. I bit my lip, stopping any sound from leaving my mouth. He palmed my breast, before painfully squeezing each of my breasts til I almost cried out from the pain. His right hand stroked over my stomach gently, thumb rubbing back and forth over my belly button. Suddenly, he leaned forward, his cock released from his pants now pressing against my entrance. My body tensed at the realization that he was going to rape me and I couldn't do anything about it. I closed my eyes, bracing for the pain while he aligned himself with my opening. I knew that it was going to hurt, but even mentally preparing myself for it didn't stop the pain that seared through me as he pushed in with a violent thrust. My mouth popped open from the pain, thankfully no sound emerged, while my eyes slammed shut in an attempt to fight it. His hands gripped my hips with enough force to leave bruises and he pounded into me, giving out harsh grunts every few thrusts. I tried to leave my body behind, focusing on my family and friends so that I wouldn't have to feel this. But he kept digging his hands in harder, pulling me closer to him. I tried moving back away from him, but it only made him grab harder. My bones felt like they were grinding together and would break with the force he was exerting on me.

Tears rolled down my face as he continued to fuck me, I pushed my tied hands at him trying to get him to stop. He grabbed my wrists and slammed them into the headboard before grabbing my throat with his right hand and squeezing it harshly. My eyes flew open and I looked at him, realizing in horror that he was wearing a mask. His thrusts sped up, making the burning pain increase. He must have been getting closer as his hand moved from my throat to my hair, pulling it harshly so that my back arched painfully. His other hand dug harder into my hip as his thrusts began stuttering and he stilled in me as he came inside me.

He stayed buried within me for a few moments, his roughness forgotten as he stroked at my hair once more, brushing it away from my face. He noticed the tears which still ran down my face and he gently wiped them away. His hands ran along my body once more before he pulled out moving back so that he could refasten his pants. As soon as he was away from me, I pulled my body tight, curling into a ball. He rose from the bed before reaching for my wrists and removing the belt which held them together. He grabbed the belt before leaning down so that he could stroke my hair.

"You're mine." He whispered into my ear.

Then he left the room, the door clicking with a lock when he left. I grabbed the sheet, covering up my nakedness, and curled further into my ball. The tears ran freely down my cheeks and I sobbed until sleep took me.

**End Chapter**