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Sinister Bra- don't worry, mystique will return (just not this chapter). CD's seemed a little stupid, but i didn't blieve that there were whole people walking around Rogue's mind. That tome is a one way trip to the loony bin.

Saka- Sabertooth is very ugly. My story concept is actually very disgusting. I showed my beta reader a picture and they just went "eeewww"

Nettlez- ah statistics, I avoided that by taking Calculus myself.

Ish- love the long review! Yeah, i'm kinda mean to little Rogue. Don't know why, she is my favorite character. Here is my update, like a bunny but not on crack. I had a little trouble writing this one. The sequal dealing with intimacy sounds good, but Rogue would have to live through this story first.

JD- hope you got more sleep, lol.

Det- What fight?


'Ow' was Rogue's first waking thought. Her whole body was completely sore. It was like a car had hit her. No, she had been hit by a tree. The images of the crash flooded back into her brain. She groaned at the memory, forcing her eyes open. All that met them was white. No, that was wrong. It was grey, a rather unpleasant shade of it. Because grey was the only thing she could see from her current position, Rogue convinced herself to sit up. It took a hell of a lot of convincing. Her vision spun in front of her as she finally made it to an upright position.

Every part of her body felt heavy and stiff. She had probably been unconscious a long time. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as a chill wrapped around her. She realized that not only was she in a chilly room, but her clothes were badly torn, large amounts of skin exposed. It was very difficult to keep her head up. Rogue noticed that her neck was oddly heavy. She raised her fingers up to touch cold metal.

"What?" she asked out loud, voice hoarse. Frantically she felt around her neck to find that she was wearing a metal collar. It was thick and heavy and horribly familiar to her.

The door to the room opened and Sabertooth stood in the doorway.

"You finally decided to join us, girly? Good. I have lots of fun planned for us." He walked towards her, smiling sadistically.

"Get the fuck away from me," she hissed, putting up her arms defensively. He looked at her humorously for a second before slamming her back down on the cot-like bed she had been put on.

"Go ahead my little Rogue, keep fighting, I love when you do that," he said, leaning down and giving her a kiss. As he pulled away, Rogue was thankful she hadn't eaten in a while as she dry heaved onto the spot next to her. He had tasted like blood.

"Little Bitch," he cursed and slapped her. Hard. Rogue felt blood trickle down in small drops from where his claws had dug into her face. "You will learn how to behave, girly. I promise you that." With that, he left her alone in the room with only her thoughts to occupy her.

Was Mystique dead? In theory she had to be, with the car near explosion when she was pulled away. But then again, her darling mother had a knack for getting out of bad situations. Did she have that same luck this time? Maybe Sabertooth had grabbed her too- another prize for his collection. Was she being held captive here too?

Where was here? Rogue took a look around. Everything was solid gray, concrete grey. The room she was in was rather small; it highly resumed a jail cell, without the bars. No furniture or decorations where there, except for the cot she sat on. A single door marked the entrance and exit of the room. It was completely solid metal, not even a window. It could have been brass or steel, Rogue didn't really know. It seemed heavy if the loud clang it made while Sabertooth shut it was any measure. There was no chance for escape.

Gingerly, she laid back down wincing as sharp pains shot through her body. She closed her eyes and fell into a mercifully dreamless sleep. It was probably the only break she was going to catch any time soon.

Hours, minutes, or days later, Rogue had no idea how long, she was woken up by unkind shaking.

"Wakey Wakey, little girl." Sabertooth taunted, "I'm bored and you are going to amuse me." His hand traveled up between her legs to let her know exactly how she would be of entertainment. Rogue refused to go down with out a fight. With a violent cry she cracked her leg into his face. He gave a howl of pain, and angrily picked her up and through her into a wall. Rogue tried to stand and fight again, but her body wouldn't comply, collapsing under her at every attempt. Sabertooth walked over to her and positioned himself on top of her.

"You gonna fight anymore girly?" Rogue shook her head. There was no point in fighting she realized. She would never win and things wouldn't be better with broken limbs.

"Good girl." Sabertooth leaned down and kiss her again, this time pulling down her panties at the same time.

Evidently Sabertooth hadn't believed her when she said she would not fight back. When she awoke next, chains bound her. Not having anything to connect to, they were weighed down by heavy pieces of metal. She could move around the room if she put effort into it, but too far for too long. Rogue had no reason to put effort into it.

Rogue still had no idea how long she had been in there. Without a window, it was impossible to tell whether it was night or day. Her air supply, as she discovered later, was a single tiny vent in the corner of her ceiling. Sabertooth didn't offer in help in time telling. His visits were entirely random. Sometimes it seemed like an hour before he returned, but others it could have been a day. Every time he came, he had her. It actually stopped hurting after a while. Her meals were as random as Sabertooth's visits, though far more scarce. Simple stuff like bread, crackers and cereal were served with water. They always came only while she slept. Sabertooth never seemed to check if she was asleep by coming in. There was probably a camera somewhere. Rogue didn't care. How much more violated could she get?

At first Rogue held out hope that the professor and the x-men would some how find her. That any minute they would break down that door and bring her back to warmth and safety. But they never came. Rogue called for the professor. She called and called. She screamed for Logan, Kitty, Kurt, anyone. But they never came.

All the while Rogue had no idea why he held her there. He could abuse anyone to be his little pet but he chose her. He surely would want someone prettier, better looking than her. From what she could tell no one knew she was here. How was this revenge on Logan if he didn't know what was going on?

All she heard second after second was silence. If mystique was captured, she was either far away or sure as hell quieter than Rogue. Rogue had taken to thinking out loud in fear of losing her voice completely not to mention her sanity (that was quickly waning). She also finally started forcing herself to move around her cell, dragging the weights and chains behind her as exercise. If she didn't, she could lose the ability to move as well.

When she neared slumber on the cot, she realized how stupid her efforts were. Who cares if she died fit and loud rather than mute and paralyzed? She died either way. Yet every time she woke up, she talked and walked. It was the only action she could take in her life. The only control she had over her situation.


A/N

Ummmm...don't hurt me. Please. I'm sorry. I know I have got a lot of angry people probably on hand. It had to be done.

Rogue is my favorite character.

I swear.

I'm sorry

Next chapter up soon.