Warnings: NCS themes, and general angst, misery.
A/N: Updates may be slow. I have two weeks of finals to study and complete. Doesn't it sound like so much fun?
O world! O life! O time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more,---O nevermore!
Percy Bysshe Shelly (excerpt from A Lament)
A muffled sob came from Teela as she sat back to back against the cell wall, hunching over in pain. She had never known true agony until now, at the hands of Skeletor. The misery was still fresh, raw, burning through her insides. Bruises were riddled all over her body, ranging from black and blue to deep cuts, oozing out streams of blood. Trying to fend off Skeletor had proven fruitless, though she did manage to get in a few good hits, drawing blood. But that only enraged him, causing more brutal abuse to her body.
The vicious attack had left her in complete shock and it replayed over and over again in her mind, bringing fresh tears to her sore eyes. She never imagined living through a nightmare like this. Shivering, she rummaged for what was left of her tattered clothing and desperately tried to cover her nude form.
Clenching her eyes shut, Teela vainly tried to push aside the memories of the assault, but doing so only seemed to make them stronger, forcing her to relive the dreaded moment. The feel of his rock hard body crushing her chest and belly, squeezing the air out her lungs, was still present. The scratches stung bitterly as he tore at her suit, sending chills down her spine as the freezing floor came into contact with her flesh. The way he had shoved inside, so rough and unexpected, still lingered. Screams, her own, still echoed within Teela's mind from the agonizing intrusion. Her insides burned and ached, feeling as if the tissues were shredded with each forceful shove and slam. After feeling like ages, he stopped, but something had spurted inside her. Disgust swarmed in her gut. Skeletor's seed, his seed had entered her. The nausea became overwhelming, nearly causing her to retch.
Tears trickled down her crimson cheeks. Teela had always prided herself on being strong; yet, she could not fend off Skeletor. Her soul was shattered. How revolted she was with herself, at her inadequacy.
The girl's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter. Skeletor's minions had returned from the battle and were now stationed at the cell door, leering and chuckling at her predicament. Evil-Lyn was obviously amused, her face lighting up at the sight of the battered girl.
"Hm, tell me girl, how does it feel to be Skeletor's whore?" Evil-Lyn inquired.
The room echoed with hilarity, causing Teela's cheeks to flush even brighter. Hate and anger filtered in.
"I don't know," Teela snarled. "Maybe you should tell me."
The witch's eyes grew wide and her teeth bared in a vicious scowl. Beastman stepped toward the cell, preventing Evil-Lyn from enacting her vengeance on Teela, drawing out a set of keys.
"Maybe we can have a little fun with her," Beastman snickered. "You know, slap her around; burn her with pokers, stick needles under her fingernails, all the good stuff."
"I don't think Skeletor wants us to touch her," Tri-Klops replied.
"Skeletor won't mind," Beastman answered. "Besides, her body already has enough cuts and bruises that a few more won't make a difference." He glared evilly at her. "Why does he get all the fun anyway? I want a shot at her too. As long as we keep her quiet, Skeletor will never find out about this incident."
Teela tensely griped her garments, shifting uneasily within her prison. She couldn't deny it; she was afraid. There were far too many present to put up a decent fight. The cell door creaked open, sending tiny shock waves through her form, adding more pain to her abused body. Having to suffer at the hands of Skeletor was one thing, but to endure the same from his servants seemed even worse.
A yellow orb shot out from the tunnel, striking Beastman in the side. The creature was sent flying into the air, smashing into the stone wall, leaving a large, cracking dent where he struck. He fell in a heap, trailing smoke from his singed fur. Skeletor appeared from the darkness, glaring venomously at his servants. All awkwardly backed away from his presence. He stormed past the others, wrapping his hand around the scruff of Beastman, hauling his massive form into the air.
"She's mine, furbag!" Skeletor growled, before tossing him aside. He faced the others, eyes shinning red. "If I catch any of you down here again, without my permission, I will mount your mangled carcasses on the eastern wall! No one touches her, but me! Now get out! All of you!"
They immediately complied, followed by a limping Beastman. Skeletor spun to face the cell, taking a step forward into the opening.
"Why, I do believe it is time for another session," Skeletor laughed. "Perhaps, you can behave a little better than last time? That way, I won't have to hurt you.....that much."
Tying the ripped clothing securely around her chest, Teela stood, giving Skeletor his answer. She knew that she was no match for him, but she would not lie passively on the ground and let him do his will. No, she would not allow it. Her pride, her dignity, had been nearly shattered, but she would fight to keep what little remained.
He advanced again, once more bringing back the nightmare. The fight was a lot shorter then she anticipated; she was knocked down to the hard floor when a fist slammed in the side of her head. The overbearing weight crushed her chest and abdomen again, causing her lungs to struggle for air and her stomach to lurch over. Sharp nails were gauging her flesh, tearing at what remained of her clothing.
Humiliation crept over her mind. She should be able to fight him off. She should be able to prevent this from happening; it should have been stopped the fist time. Teela struggled against the grip, thrashing about madly, hoping to buck him off. The weight, and his sheer strength, was too much for her to handle. Indeed, the girl possessed strength as well, but she was dealing with a force that contained powers beyond her reckoning.
A sneer came over Skeletor's face, and Teela ceased her fight. What was the point in continuing? She was defeated. Besides that, she could see the hint of sadistic glee plastered on his face at her vain attempts for freedom. She would not give him that pleasure, though she strongly wanted to rip him apart for this act.
"Aw, giving up so easily girl?" Skeletor mocked, chuckling at the enraged tint in Teela's eyes. "I suppose it's for the best. You aren't getting away from me."
She clenched her eyes shut, waiting for the sheering agony to enter her body. It came quickly, exploding prickly pain all over. She couldn't focus her mind on anything else, only the stabbing misery forming in her pelvis. How it stung; how it throbbed. It repeated over and over in her mind. The pain intensified, though, making her give out pained squeaks and choked sobs. Crying was not an option for her; she wouldn't do that in front of Skeletor. She would not show how he was gradually breaking her.
She did not understand why this was happening. What did Skeletor hope to gain by committing this act, besides trying to shatter her spirit? Perhaps, sooner or later, she would find out his full intent, but it didn't really matter now. The male above her was becoming more and more violent with each passing second. It felt as if she would bleed to death by the time he was done.
'Let it end!' her mind screamed, pleading with some unknown force. 'Make it stop!'
And it did end, with Skeletor sighing in satisfaction. Blood was seeping out; she could smell the coppery substance and could feel the warm trickle oozing onto the floor. Her entire body ached, and Skeletor was slumped over on her, applying his full, crushing weight, making her feel as if she would suffocate. In her mind, she actually prayed for death. It seemed far better than being trapped here, with the monster always tormenting her.
Her stinging eyes, close to spilling tears, gazed back at the window. Where were He-Man, her father, and the Masters? They should have arrived by now to free her. She was beginning to doubt that she would ever be released from this hell.
"I think I've grown to like you, girl," Skeletor murmured. "After my plan succeeds, and I take over Eternia, I will call on you again. Perhaps, it will be even sooner, depending on my mood."
"Why?" she wanted to voice, but it only came out as pitiful groan.
"You make a delightful toy," Skeletor chuckled.
An object; that was all she was to him. Something that was just forced to lie on the floor, spread its legs, and give a moments pleasure. Disgust ran through her. She didn't deserve to be treated in such a manner. She also deserved someone far better than this demon, to have claimed her virginity.
Darkness swept over her eyes and Skeletor's voice slowly drowned out, welcoming the comfort of nocturnal abyss. A loud crash woke her, and upon lifting her head, she could make out several shadowy figures in the distance. She recognized them, but did not show signs of joy. Yes, her saviors had finally come, but they had arrived too late.
To be continued.