It was night. Amber could tell without even opening her eyes. Without even having to see the man rummaging through her things, spreading her thighs and feeling his uneven nails digging into her stockings. She knew it was well into the evening. Probably closer to morning at this point.
The smell of alcohol and charred meat was strong, but nothing could stomp out the smell of a beautiful summer night that brought about the soft kiss of the cooler wind and the sorrow she felt deep in her heart.
She turned her head, her moves sluggish and lethargic. The violent shocks had lingered in her system and her side… Why was it so painful?
His hand caused her to gasp in shock, Amber reacting with pure horror and disgust. He was touching her!
"No." She managed to say, trying to control her breathing against the pain, doing her best to summon her strength. Inching away from his rough hands. "You can't… I'm a-a…"
His tongue was against her thighs. He was nuzzling himself in between her legs over her clothes. Amber hadn't even had her first kiss and yet, this man was trying to kiss her in the most intimate of ways.
There was a hard slap to her face. "I'm trying to be a gentleman, and you say no!?"
She was suddenly sitting up as her headband was used as a handle. Her mind was quicker than her mobility and she met eyes so vile and cruel that she attempted to flinch away. The movement was slow, her body still suffering from the shocks that could have killed her if they continued.
Fingers raked against her neck and her face was suddenly in his. "Oh? You want to say something?"
Tears fell hard and fast. Why was he doing this to her? She helped him. Why would he turn on her?
Amber couldn't believe the situation she was in, she refused. She had saved herself despite all the crushes and admires she had, she had saved herself for Jean and the knights, to be an Outrider.
This man was going to try and take that from her.
He could read it in her eyes, in the way she tightened up and the emotions coming through with the way her lips twitched.
"This is gonna be easier than I thought. Maybe it's because you really do need a man to fuck you, hmm?" He chuckled. Stroking her cheek, doing nothing to stop the tears, relishing in the fear and pain and sadness Amber had.
The young woman did nothing, said nothing. Her eyes still tearing and quickly turning puffy and red as the archer stared straight through him.
The treasure hoarder scoffed.
This wasn't the turn on he had been hoping for. Something was lacking. The chick was hot, but he hated her more than he found her attractive. Everything she represented. Every part of her being, he absolutely loathed.
Everything about her pissed him the fuck off. They were both vision users, so what the hell gave this bimbo the right to prance around as if there was nothing wrong in this world!? What gave her the right to trample on the little men like him just trying to survive!? What gave her the right to say no!?
In a sudden fit of rage, he slammed her down by her neck, cracking her skull against the hard ground of the small cave he had set up camp in much earlier.
The sound and eye roll from the knight nearly passing out finally caused him to get aroused. This was what he needed. He needed to toss her around by his own hands. He had vision, but so did others like the trash below him did. That's exactly what she was. Fucking trash.
It was so much better to use his hands, to exert his physical strength that she could not counter. Not after he had done his job to weaken her, at least.
"Not so high and mighty now, huh, little bird!?"
Amber winced at that, the sudden force from earlier had caused her to bite down onto her lip, blood filling her mouth. "Don't call me that."
That was Jean's nickname for her. Only her grandpa and her Master could call her that. Not some lowlife like him!
His eyes nearly burned holes through her. Evil, angry, filling the girl with so much fear. Amber considered herself brave, but she had never seen the look he gave her in any monster she had faced.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her back up just as Amber managed to regain her motor function and kick at him. A couple locks were yanked out of her hair, Amber biting back the scream she wanted to let out. Her whole body was begging her to stop. She needed more time to shake the brain fog that he had given her and to gather her bearings.
Unfortunately, she didn't have that time.
The kick was hard despite her mental lag. The force nearly making him roll upside down. He hadn't expected for her to fight! Didn't she understand!? He was going to have her pay just for sharing the same breath he did. He wasn't going to let this girl go.
She was scrambling, trying to see through her stupid tears and dizziness from her bleeding head. She could shoot! If she took one good shot then she'd be free! She felt the bow materializing in her finger tips and grip. Her heart was pumping, things around her were moving slow.
She gripped onto her bow and -
Her fractured ribs were now broken. He was taller than her, and even though he hadn't had much weight to him, neither did Amber.
They were both lurched towards the wall with his tackle. A rock jutting out of the cave wall knocked the wind out of her once more, piercing her skin and causing her to arch forward into angry hands.
They were both bleeding, her crimson heart staining her hair red, her bow falling to the ground, and she was shoved against the wall face first. She could barely make out his face, only noticing the blood dribbling down his chin.
"I was gonna treat ya nice you little snake!" His voice was shaking with anger and hate. "But you just had to go fuck it up, huh!? Now I'll really hurt you!" Of course it was a lie. He was gonna hurt her regardless.
That's why she had to keep fighting, she had to try. For Jean, for the knights, for Mond.
He pressed his body deep into hers, forcing her off the ground. It wasn't as if Amber could stand anyway, she couldn't do anything. Dazed once more, the archer was drifting in and out of consciousness. It was as if the world was teasing her, she would come back at the worst times.
Her stockings were ripped off her thighs, fingers pinching and bruising her pale skin. She didn't feel her bloomers being taken off, didn't even know if they were ripped but her panties were near her knees when she came to again.
When had they been on the ground?
"Oh no you don't!" He gripped onto her jaw, forcing his fingers into her mouth by his own anticipation and recklessness. "You're going to stay awake for this. You're going to watch me and tell me everything I want to hear, fucking whore." He hissed.
Instinctively, Amber bit down hard. She was still fighting, even though it was a battle she had no chance of winning against. Her heart might beat red like everyone else's, but she was a knight.
Would she see her friends again?
A string of curses came from the man and he beat her, choked her, but the worst part of all, took her virginity.
He didn't even seem to notice, too busy calling her names, forcing himself on her, roughing her up to notice that Amber was already broken.
This was his first time forcing a woman to do this with him, and as time went on, it was clear he wasn't sure what to do with her. Prostitutes were a hit and split kind of deal. But to have a woman at his complete disposal and command. Well, did that make him a king? Perhaps it did. Maybe he wouldn't sell her. He'll keep this one as his.
She was the tightest and youngest and possibly hottest piece he ever had and she was all his. He ripped her messy and blood soaked headband down to her throat, giving him something to hold, to yank on whenever he felt like it.
She was a slow fuck though, and never stopped struggling. While it did turn him on, he could never really get into the rhythm he wanted. She had been dry, resisting even unconsciously and despite his vile and atrocious actions, the blood definitely disgusted him. He wasn't a murderer, after all.
At least… Not yet.
Even though he finally got everything he wanted in this moment, it made him even more upset as it fell back onto his own incompetence. He couldn't even rape a girl right.
Her stockings were a mess, her clothes were a mess. Every attempt she made to hide herself, to fight back, to show her knightly heart was never enough.
Amber never had a moment to think, to focus on anything else because the pain was constant and always coming from somewhere new. Despite his inexperience, his cruelty and physical abuse was destroying her.
Amber felt every inch, every scratch, every time he enveloped and bruised her skin with his rough teeth, every time he'd get into another anger fit and hit her repeatedly and every rock beneath her now naked body.
Her attempts to push him away were as useless as her tears. Every single thrust further into her felt as if her very essence was being pushed out of her body.
The man wasn't as strong or as agile as he had thought himself to be, forcing the young woman to bare his weight as he catches his breath and hesitated with his orgasm.
He didn't want it to really end, after all. He was a king and if he wanted to use her forever, he absolutely would.
"You're mine, birdie. Why don't you just accept it?" He growled in her ear, his thumb trying it's best to cause some sort of reaction from her.
Her breathing was shallow, eyes half closed. His sweat was strong and so was the blood, but she knew hours had passed since he had first brought her here. She had experienced things she had always been too shy to even dream about.
At this point, the girl hoped that if her friends were looking for her, they'd either never find her or find them both dead.
The Crimson knight continued to bleed her crimson blood and by the archons, she would rather die a hero than die a victim of this man.
But as her luck would have it today, it seemed as if she was would be having no choice.