A/N: Ooh, this chapter is pretty good too. Warning though: if you are
greatly disturbed by violent sexual crimes, you may want to skip this. I
tried not to be graphic, but different people have different limits.
Otherwise, I think I did a rather good job writing this. Oh, and
discombobulated. I had to say that, sorry.
My mother gave me the most disgusted glare I had ever seen, and then turned away. She stepped back into the lounge, letting the door swing close behind her. I stood there, my hands folded across my chest, looking at the place where she had been, just a moment ago. I would not see her again for years, and it seems now that I would much prefer the circumstances that night to what was to come, oh, how I wish it was that...
I know not what to do now. I was alone, in this busy city, at night...and pregnant. I decided the best choice for me would be to simply go back, bear the punishment, and get on with life as best I could. How would I tell Riff? Would he even understand? He couldn't be more frightened than I was, could he? Yes, he could. I must never underestimate my brother, especially in matters concerning me. He was always afraid for me, always more concerned than I, myself was. I had to get back to the castle as quickly as I could, I couldn't bear to think of my brother in distress over me.
Time rushed by as I hurried back to the castle. It seemed to me that time was going faster than I was, so that it reached the castle before I did, and I ran in a sort of dream-like state, not slow-motion, simply without time. I didn't sleep, I didn't need to sleep. I just ran.
I was right. I tried to quietly sneak into my room, as a teenage girl who missed her curfew would, but, alas, I was caught. Frank grasped my arm, and hurled me to the floor. I hit the banister in the entryway with a thud.
"Where were you?" he screamed? "I thought I told you there were no days off? You were gone for four days! Four days! Didn't you know you had work to do? Your brother had to work twice as hard while you were gone, does that please you? Well, he worked so hard, he's fast asleep, and I don't think he'll hear you screaming for him." He said this last sentence with a smirk on his face.
He stepped forward. I didn't even bother raising an arm to cover my face; I knew it would do no good. He lifted me up again, and I closed my eyes, expecting him to throw me down again. Instead, he threw me over his shoulder, and carried me to his bedroom. He tossed me upon the bed, and fell on top of me. My clothes were ripped off, my collar almost choking me before it tore. My corset, garter belt, panties; it was all gone. He tore into me before I had a chance to inhale, to even try to yell out. There was no pleasure in this, like there was with Riff, no soft caresses, whispered words, lingering kisses, this was pain, pure pain. This was rape.
When he was finished, he rolled off of me. He lay but a moment before turning over, his hands wrapped around my neck.
"If you ever, ever speak of this to anyone, mark my words, missy, that will be the last think you'll sa-"
The door swung open, and there stood Riff-Raff, and Cyproheptidine. Riff rushed over to the bed, and without so much of a glance at Frank, he lifted me gently into his arms, and carried me to my room. He tucked me into bed, and then sat down, to watch me fall asleep.
My mother gave me the most disgusted glare I had ever seen, and then turned away. She stepped back into the lounge, letting the door swing close behind her. I stood there, my hands folded across my chest, looking at the place where she had been, just a moment ago. I would not see her again for years, and it seems now that I would much prefer the circumstances that night to what was to come, oh, how I wish it was that...
I know not what to do now. I was alone, in this busy city, at night...and pregnant. I decided the best choice for me would be to simply go back, bear the punishment, and get on with life as best I could. How would I tell Riff? Would he even understand? He couldn't be more frightened than I was, could he? Yes, he could. I must never underestimate my brother, especially in matters concerning me. He was always afraid for me, always more concerned than I, myself was. I had to get back to the castle as quickly as I could, I couldn't bear to think of my brother in distress over me.
Time rushed by as I hurried back to the castle. It seemed to me that time was going faster than I was, so that it reached the castle before I did, and I ran in a sort of dream-like state, not slow-motion, simply without time. I didn't sleep, I didn't need to sleep. I just ran.
I was right. I tried to quietly sneak into my room, as a teenage girl who missed her curfew would, but, alas, I was caught. Frank grasped my arm, and hurled me to the floor. I hit the banister in the entryway with a thud.
"Where were you?" he screamed? "I thought I told you there were no days off? You were gone for four days! Four days! Didn't you know you had work to do? Your brother had to work twice as hard while you were gone, does that please you? Well, he worked so hard, he's fast asleep, and I don't think he'll hear you screaming for him." He said this last sentence with a smirk on his face.
He stepped forward. I didn't even bother raising an arm to cover my face; I knew it would do no good. He lifted me up again, and I closed my eyes, expecting him to throw me down again. Instead, he threw me over his shoulder, and carried me to his bedroom. He tossed me upon the bed, and fell on top of me. My clothes were ripped off, my collar almost choking me before it tore. My corset, garter belt, panties; it was all gone. He tore into me before I had a chance to inhale, to even try to yell out. There was no pleasure in this, like there was with Riff, no soft caresses, whispered words, lingering kisses, this was pain, pure pain. This was rape.
When he was finished, he rolled off of me. He lay but a moment before turning over, his hands wrapped around my neck.
"If you ever, ever speak of this to anyone, mark my words, missy, that will be the last think you'll sa-"
The door swung open, and there stood Riff-Raff, and Cyproheptidine. Riff rushed over to the bed, and without so much of a glance at Frank, he lifted me gently into his arms, and carried me to my room. He tucked me into bed, and then sat down, to watch me fall asleep.
