Title: Please, don't.
Author: MysticDragon aka Missy D.
Rating: R for violence and attempted rape
Pairing: none really
Genre: angst, drama
A/N: This is a response to a doxymom 5-minute challenge on the slipstream Bboard.
"Please, don't." she whispered desperately.
Beka backed up slowly while looking around for a way out. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the still and bloodied figure of Dylan Hunt before she quickly looked back at the large predator advancing on her. She had nowhere to go and soon found her back against the wall of the Maru.
"Please, don't do this." She begged her attacker. "This isn't right. This isn't you."
"Oh, but my dear lady, it is no other but me." He said reaching out and gently caressing her face. She turned her head and tried to evade his groping hands but she no longer had the strength to fight him. Her entire body ached from the fight she had already put up trying to stop him from hurting Dylan. But she had failed and now she would loose the fight to save herself. Determined though, she tried once more to reason with him.
"This isn't you! It's the drugs, not you! You wouldn't do this." She pleaded with him to understand.
"How do you know what I would do?" he demanded. "Don't think I haven't thought of this before because I have. I have wanted this for a while now but have been forced to watch as you gave what should have been mine to another. But now I shall take what I want." He said suddenly pushing her against the wall and pressing a bruising kiss to her lips.
She struggled weakly, silent tears running down her face. That bothered her more than what he was doing to her. She hated people to see her cry, hated for them to see her weak.
Her attacker forced her to the floor, completely ripping her shirt off her body. Groping hands ran along her trembling body. She closed her eyes and prayed for the end of her pain and the betrayal of her body.
'She is right and you know it. This isn't you and it isn't right.' A voice in her assailant's head whispered. He paused for a minute to listen to the voice. He might have stopped had she not let a whimper of fear escape her. The sound drowned out the whisper and erased any thoughts he had except to take her as his own.
She felt his hands sliding down her stomach and reaching for the zipper of her pants. Swallowing down the rising bile in her throat she gathered the last of her strength and shoved upwards with her legs and arms. Her tormenter was pushed back slightly.
Angrily raising his fist, he hit her hard against the side of her face. Her vision swam and she closed her eyes waiting for next blow. It never came. She heard a loud noise and then felt a heavy weight settle against her. After what seemed an eternity the weight was rolled off of her and she opened her eyes to see Dylan kneeling beside her.
Sitting up she wrapped her arms around him gently, conscious of his many wounds.
"I thought you were dead." She sobbed against his chest.
"Yeah, me too." He tried to laugh but it turned into a wracking cough.
Beka sat back and looked at the man who had nearly stolen everything important to her only moments before.
"Is he dead?"
"No, just out cold."
"Too bad." She said bitterly.
"I know it doesn't mean much right now Beka, but it truly wasn't his fault."
"You're right Dylan, it doesn't matter right now. Not one bit."
Dylan's only response was to wrap her in a gentle hug as she cried.
Author: MysticDragon aka Missy D.
Rating: R for violence and attempted rape
Pairing: none really
Genre: angst, drama
A/N: This is a response to a doxymom 5-minute challenge on the slipstream Bboard.
"Please, don't." she whispered desperately.
Beka backed up slowly while looking around for a way out. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the still and bloodied figure of Dylan Hunt before she quickly looked back at the large predator advancing on her. She had nowhere to go and soon found her back against the wall of the Maru.
"Please, don't do this." She begged her attacker. "This isn't right. This isn't you."
"Oh, but my dear lady, it is no other but me." He said reaching out and gently caressing her face. She turned her head and tried to evade his groping hands but she no longer had the strength to fight him. Her entire body ached from the fight she had already put up trying to stop him from hurting Dylan. But she had failed and now she would loose the fight to save herself. Determined though, she tried once more to reason with him.
"This isn't you! It's the drugs, not you! You wouldn't do this." She pleaded with him to understand.
"How do you know what I would do?" he demanded. "Don't think I haven't thought of this before because I have. I have wanted this for a while now but have been forced to watch as you gave what should have been mine to another. But now I shall take what I want." He said suddenly pushing her against the wall and pressing a bruising kiss to her lips.
She struggled weakly, silent tears running down her face. That bothered her more than what he was doing to her. She hated people to see her cry, hated for them to see her weak.
Her attacker forced her to the floor, completely ripping her shirt off her body. Groping hands ran along her trembling body. She closed her eyes and prayed for the end of her pain and the betrayal of her body.
'She is right and you know it. This isn't you and it isn't right.' A voice in her assailant's head whispered. He paused for a minute to listen to the voice. He might have stopped had she not let a whimper of fear escape her. The sound drowned out the whisper and erased any thoughts he had except to take her as his own.
She felt his hands sliding down her stomach and reaching for the zipper of her pants. Swallowing down the rising bile in her throat she gathered the last of her strength and shoved upwards with her legs and arms. Her tormenter was pushed back slightly.
Angrily raising his fist, he hit her hard against the side of her face. Her vision swam and she closed her eyes waiting for next blow. It never came. She heard a loud noise and then felt a heavy weight settle against her. After what seemed an eternity the weight was rolled off of her and she opened her eyes to see Dylan kneeling beside her.
Sitting up she wrapped her arms around him gently, conscious of his many wounds.
"I thought you were dead." She sobbed against his chest.
"Yeah, me too." He tried to laugh but it turned into a wracking cough.
Beka sat back and looked at the man who had nearly stolen everything important to her only moments before.
"Is he dead?"
"No, just out cold."
"Too bad." She said bitterly.
"I know it doesn't mean much right now Beka, but it truly wasn't his fault."
"You're right Dylan, it doesn't matter right now. Not one bit."
Dylan's only response was to wrap her in a gentle hug as she cried.