"God, my little fox, I am so sorry. I didn't want to do this, but if I
hadn't done it to you, one of these animals would have and who knows what
kind of damage that they might have done? Forgive me, please, Tessa. I am
so sorry. I can never make it up to you. I didn't want to break my
promise, but it was the only way to keep you safe." He holds her to him
tightly, softly talking to her, whispering nonsense, and attempting to
soothe her. While he is doing this, he is automatically scanning her body
for any damage that he might have done.
He picks his shirt up off of the floor and tenderly wipes the inner side of her thighs, where he can see trails of her blood and his seed. He also sees the bruises that his fingers had left when he had viciously tightened his grip to hold her open to his tasting. He silently called himself all the nasty names that he could. (Author's note: Innocence does not always equal ignorance.)
He had known that she was no virgin, but she had not had sex since she was raped as a young child and he had also known that he was too big for her, but there was nothing he could do about it. He silently cursed the terrorists.
The pair was forced to copulate in front of the terrorists several more times during the night and in the following days. When they were finally released back into the group, Lifeline makes sure that she is within arms reach of him at all times.
She is like an automaton, making him nervous. She'd gone catatonic, and he was nervous that she would ask for a transfer as soon as they got back to the base. He hand feeds her, knowing that her brain is in shock and is not processing anything at the moment.
Her brain had literally frozen. She would follow commands, but you had to be specific. He winds up treating her like a small child, the mentality that she has retreated into. He knew that she had been raped at an early age when she regressed back into herself.
When they were finally freed to return to the group, they discovered that the children from the surrounding wards were being held in the same room. At night, he'd hold her close to him on his cot and softly sing lullabies and tell stories to her and the children surrounding them. During the day, he told them more stories and kept them entertained, keeping their minds off of the situation they were in.
Day and night, the negotiations were never-ending. When a deal was finally hammered out, most of the hostages were released, but the two Joe medics were not in that group.
When the first shots rang out, and the bullets began to ricochet, Vixen surprised Lifeline by automatically shifting into medic and defense mode. He noticed that it seemed almost like it was a split personality. One moment, she was in full-blown catatonia, the next, she was like this, all business.
Bullets were flying all around them, but neither one of them said a word as they went about their business of tending to the wounded, no matter which side they were on. Vixen never said a word, but somehow, her young assistants had known what she was going to ask for before she did it, and handed it to her.
He watched her with hooded eyes, eyes that hid the pride he felt that he worked with her, even though she was the newest medic to join the Joe unit. There was also another feeling, coming close on the heels of the pride he felt. He didn't want to dwell on what that feeling might have been, although he was afraid that he had already solidified it in his heart.
He was afraid that he had fallen in love with her. She, the untouchable ice goddess, was the woman he had fallen in love with. He understood now why she was the "untouchable ice goddess", as the majority of the guys on the base referred to her out of earshot.
When the last of the terrorists was killed or wounded, the firefight played out, and the police had taken their statements and everything, Lifeline made arrangements to return to the base. Since Vixen was in no condition to do anything, as she'd gone back into shock as soon as the bullets quit flying, he kept her quite close to his side the whole time.
He picks his shirt up off of the floor and tenderly wipes the inner side of her thighs, where he can see trails of her blood and his seed. He also sees the bruises that his fingers had left when he had viciously tightened his grip to hold her open to his tasting. He silently called himself all the nasty names that he could. (Author's note: Innocence does not always equal ignorance.)
He had known that she was no virgin, but she had not had sex since she was raped as a young child and he had also known that he was too big for her, but there was nothing he could do about it. He silently cursed the terrorists.
The pair was forced to copulate in front of the terrorists several more times during the night and in the following days. When they were finally released back into the group, Lifeline makes sure that she is within arms reach of him at all times.
She is like an automaton, making him nervous. She'd gone catatonic, and he was nervous that she would ask for a transfer as soon as they got back to the base. He hand feeds her, knowing that her brain is in shock and is not processing anything at the moment.
Her brain had literally frozen. She would follow commands, but you had to be specific. He winds up treating her like a small child, the mentality that she has retreated into. He knew that she had been raped at an early age when she regressed back into herself.
When they were finally freed to return to the group, they discovered that the children from the surrounding wards were being held in the same room. At night, he'd hold her close to him on his cot and softly sing lullabies and tell stories to her and the children surrounding them. During the day, he told them more stories and kept them entertained, keeping their minds off of the situation they were in.
Day and night, the negotiations were never-ending. When a deal was finally hammered out, most of the hostages were released, but the two Joe medics were not in that group.
When the first shots rang out, and the bullets began to ricochet, Vixen surprised Lifeline by automatically shifting into medic and defense mode. He noticed that it seemed almost like it was a split personality. One moment, she was in full-blown catatonia, the next, she was like this, all business.
Bullets were flying all around them, but neither one of them said a word as they went about their business of tending to the wounded, no matter which side they were on. Vixen never said a word, but somehow, her young assistants had known what she was going to ask for before she did it, and handed it to her.
He watched her with hooded eyes, eyes that hid the pride he felt that he worked with her, even though she was the newest medic to join the Joe unit. There was also another feeling, coming close on the heels of the pride he felt. He didn't want to dwell on what that feeling might have been, although he was afraid that he had already solidified it in his heart.
He was afraid that he had fallen in love with her. She, the untouchable ice goddess, was the woman he had fallen in love with. He understood now why she was the "untouchable ice goddess", as the majority of the guys on the base referred to her out of earshot.
When the last of the terrorists was killed or wounded, the firefight played out, and the police had taken their statements and everything, Lifeline made arrangements to return to the base. Since Vixen was in no condition to do anything, as she'd gone back into shock as soon as the bullets quit flying, he kept her quite close to his side the whole time.