A/N- Alright!

Layla is being kept in Cameron's quarters, Link is devastated, and Celia is Layla's new servant/sitter/friend and is very mysterious. We need to find out more, ne?

In this chapter, you Cameron haters…get ready to hate him more, oh BELIEVE ME you will hate him more by the end.

Let us venture!

Warning: There is sexual content inthis chapter. Not FUN sexual content either. Watch out.

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Layla spent long, sleepless nights and restless, boring days in Cameron's quarters, She and Celia would converse a little, but mostly all Layla could do was stare at the fish. One day, Celia was being especially quiet while she knitted. Layla was concerned.

"Celia...you're quiet. What's up?"

"Who is that stunning man who walks around the fortress?" Clicky click.

"Hm? Well you know who Cameron is…stunning eh? Tall, green tunic, golden hair that hangs in his…brilliant…blue…eyes…?" Layla finished dreamily.

"Yes, that's him!" Celia answered cheerily. Cli-click-clickety

"That's Link, the soon-to-be hero of us all. He is the Chosen One who will save Hyrule from Ganondorf's evil clutches." Layla recited. She heard this in her head quite often.

"Now I know where I remember him from! He defeated the Shadow Spirit that came from the well! I remember that clearly now. Yes, he's very admirable." Cli-cli-cli-cli-clickety

"Yeah..."

"Yet he looks different than when I last saw him. Paler, less energetic. You all don't have him...PRISONER, do you?" Celia seemed concerned.

"Oh, NO! Link, a prisoner of the Gerudos? No, we consider him one of our own."

"Do you? That's interesting. I wonder why he looks so sad all the time…" Clickety clickety click click.

"Well, Link and I...were in love once…" Layla began softly and slowly.

"You were? But Cameron..."

"Cameron came into my life at the worst possible time, right after Link and I had fallen MADLY in love. It was...oh it was terrible." Layla said, her voice breaking.

Celia slowly laid down her knitting. "Tell me more." She said with concern in her eyes.

"Well, I was a prison guard, and Link and I were battling. He cut me with that damned sword of his and then I got angry when I saw he had a Gerudo Pass. I ran into the desert and ran into him again. We battled in the desert, and when I saw him leaving the building I had taken refuge in…he looked so...heroic. He had this PASSION, you see. It was like...he knew he'd save us all and he wouldn't let anyone stop him.

"I followed him to the Spirit Temple because he had taken my scythe and, so, we ventured through it together. During which he saved me from a Like-like and we defeated the evil twin sisters Twinrova together. We got back and got in an argument about who saved who's butt...petty really, and I was so broken up about it and I refused to believe I loved him, and then, I was moping in the rain, and he came out and looked at me with those big blue eyes and told me he loved me and...and kissed me…"

Layla's eyes had began to water and two very silent, tiny tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked down at Layla's golden-eyed sadness.

"That's...beautiful..." she said. "What happened next?"

"Well, soon afterwards, Nika called us in to speak with her, and she gave Link his quarters, and then she told him she wanted time alone with me. I knew something was wrong then. She introduced Cameron and, I mean, I knew he was bastard right away. And after that, I mean, Link and I...we've just been allowed less and less time together and now...I'm stuck here..." Layla slowed down and two more tears reached her pillow that she was gripping.

"That's so...amazing Layla, like a fairy tale. Who knows what will happen next?" Celia wondered aloud.

"Hm. Only the Goddesses know." Layla laid back in the bed and thought about Link for some time, before finally getting the first sleep she had in 3 days. Three days no sleep, and two weeks without Link by her side.

Celia continued her knitting, finishing up the skirt, when Cameron walked in.

"Ah, Celia dear, here is your pay, and—oh, is Layla asleep?" he stared past Celia at the sleeping form of Layla.

"Yes, Cameron." Celia replied.

"I may just have to take advantage of this, she's such a bitch when she's awake, she'll never obey me, that's the problem with women these days, all 'Oh, I'm independent.' Hah! Without men, women could never survive." Cameron ranted.

"Cameron!" Celia exclaimed, perturbed at his speech.

"Oh, terribly sorry, didn't mean to offend. Now now, run along, I must get some sleep." Cameron shooed Celia and she walked out. She stomped into a certain hideout and glared at the person she reported to.

"Well?" they asked, raising an eyebrow.

"There is a FUCKING special place in HELL for people like him!" Celia said.

"I know." Said the employer of our dear Celia. "He's an asshole." A hand brushed hair out of an eye.

"Ooh!" Celia marched into the other room and changed. "He deserves to die."

Our mysterious character let out a charismatic chuckle. "I know, I know. Goodnight, 'Celia'."

"Goonight."

(I'm so evil, you will NEVER guess.)

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Layla woke up the next morning, and went towards Cameron's bathroom to shower. She took of her clothes and took a quick shower, washing away the dirt and grime, and troubles...she wished she could stay in here forever, or just drown.

When she heard Cameron stirring, she quickly turned the shower off and wrapped a fluffy white towel around herself. She walked out and hoped Cameron wouldn't catch her, but alas.

"Ah, if it isn't the Queen to be. How are you today, dear?" he asked, advancing on her.

"Uhm...uhm...fine…" Layla wound the towel tighter around her.

"That's wondrous! Cleaning that heavenly body of yours, I see..." Cameron placed his large, Princely hands under Layla's chest and bounced them. Layla slapped his hands away, feeling molested.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled at him.

"Now, now, no reason to be shy. Why don't you join me in the shower for one more?" He asked, smirking with his perfect white teeth. "One can never be too clean."

"Yes, one CAN. Now get out of my way, I need to dry off."

"Alright, alright." Cameron stepped aside and into the bathroom. He shoved the door to the bathroom closed and locked it.

(This room has a locked door…shifty eyes)

"God, he makes me so fucking mad!" Layla shrieked, when she heard the water turn on.

Layla walked a ways and stopped. Oh god, her CLOTHES WERE STILL IN THE BATHROOM! She ran back to the door and banged on it over and over and over. Cameron wasn't going to open it; he'd rather see her have to scavenge out some other clothes. Well, what was she to do? Sit here in her towel so he could MOLEST her when he came out? Not likely.

She scampered over to the entryway to Cameron's quarters and peered around. Well, it seemed like nobody was watching, they were all training. She skipped along the edge of the buildings, darting into a dark entryway whenever she reached one. Damnit, why did Cameron's quarters have to be SO FAR AWAY from the infirmary? Zara would give her some new clothes…She continued her journey across the compound and was just about there when she turned and saw Link.

It seemed like he had seen her for quite a while now and had been watching her, wondering what the hell she was doing out in the compound like that, in a towel that was WAY TOO short for being out in public. Layla blushed, smiled coyly, and blew her one thick piece of bang in the center of her forehead out of her eyes. Link looked like he was in utter pain from the separation from her. She winked and fluttered inside the infirmary, looking around the oddly empty room and instantly called for Zara. Zara came rushing out immediately.

"Layla? Uh...skimping on the clothes today…are we?" she inquired slowly.

"No, Cameron locked my clothes in the bathroom and now he's in the shower and if you think I'm going to sit around in a towel waiting for himto come out and molest me…" Layla stopped, she needed no further explanation. Zara nodded, handed Layla a spare pair of clothes she got out of a drawer and pointed her in the direction of the bathroom so she could get dressed. Layla dropped the towel in the bin and dressed herself in the goldenrod tanktop with the white shorts that stopped at the knee (you know, like guy shorts X3). When she came out she thanked Zara and turned out of the infirmary. She was quickly grabbed and a hand was place over her mouth to keep her from making a noise. Layla struggled against her captor and tried to bite the hand silencing her until, "Chill, Layla, it's me, Link! Geez…" sounded from behind her. Layla struggled once again, but now because she wanted to hug Link. Link held her tight, still. "Not here, look…" he pushed a piece of paper into her hand and shoved her into the light where she walked calmly back to Cameron's room. She sat on her bed and unfolded the paper, and there, in Link's untidy cursive, were the words:

"I'll see you tonight." Embelished with a tiny heart next to it and him name signed below. Layla squealed and hugged the paper to her chest.

(I don't know how she knows it's his handwriting, or if Link even knows how to write, even, but I mean…he can read, can't he? You know, he reads like street signs and stuff in Hyrule field.)

But…why tonight? What was happening tonight? Layla stopped thinking about that and began to wonder at the fact that Cameron was STILL in the shower. Right when Layla finished this thought, steam poured into the room and Cameron stepped out in a towel, his pale skin shining with water. Layla stared. He was…taller than she thought he looked in clothes. Cameron caught her stare.

"Oh my, staring are we? Like what you see, dear?" He joked, striking a pose.

"Please!" Layla spat. "You fucking wish." She shoved the note under her pillow while Cameron was distracted with finding clothes. He was speaking.

"I'm off soon, Layla, you see I have a meeting, my father is coming to discuss with me the wedding and well, I'm not going to be home until tomorrow morning. Celia is busy so, I'm going to lock the door to this room and if you TRY to get out, you will be severely punished, understand?" Cameron glared and Layla nodded silently. Link must know about this meeting. Cameron left in about half an hour, blowing Layla a kiss that she severely rejected, sticking her tongue out at him girlishly, and flopped back on her bed. Link would have to come by moonlight, and that would take a long time…

She turned towards the wall and traced crevices, waiting for the day to pass by.

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Hours later, Layla sat on her bed, laying her cheek on her fist and staring as the fish swum around eachother in the aquarium. Well, she had nobody else to talk to.

"Oh, fishies. I just don't know what to do. I mean, I LOVE Link, he's the love of my life, but...I'm obligated to marry that BASTARD Cameron, and every time I see him the pain that he's not Link gets worse and worse. I miss him, fishies. What do you think I should do? ...Of course. I'm an idiot. You are FISH, you cannot TALK." Layla sighed and laid on her back on her bed, a small sliver of the window showing. Suddenly, a darkness covored the window, and Layla was going to sit up when she saw a gauntletted hand too small to be Cameron's come through the window, working at the bars.

"Link?" Layla whispered, backing up from the bed and standing up. Link looked up and stared at Layla, looking very apprehensive and a little surprised. He smiled at her and pulled at the grate covering the window, with a final hard tug he pulled it off and told Layla to stand back as he landed, catlike, on the floor in front of her. With no hesitation, Layla grabbed Link and hugged him, swiping off his hat and hugging him, running her hands through his slightly long, golden hair. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed as if that were sealing the feeling of him inside her forever and she would never have to let him go. Link grabbed her hands and kissed every fingertip, afterwards softly putting them to his face.

"Layla, I've missed you. How is he treating you? Are you alright? He hasn't…you know…done…anything to you, has he?" Link attacked Layla with concerned questions. Layla laughed, happiness in her eyes.

"I'm fine, Link, but what about you? I'm sure I missed you just as much as you missed me, but I mean what are you doing to your time?"

"Oh, I don't know. Going around getting stuff, shooting at the gallery, you know. Finding something to do to get my mind off of this. I even got something for you from our old friend Malon." Link swiped out a condensating bottle of ice cold Lon-lon Milk. Layla gasped.

"Oh, THANK you Link! I haven't had anything to drink except for WINE for such a long time, I was beginning to think I'd be permanently drunk." Layla said, taking a small drink of the Milk and putting it under her bed. She hugged Link and put her chin on his shoulder, standing there swaying with him, so comfortable in his arms. She suddenly heard a noise outside. She gasped.

"That must be Cameron. Quickly! Go back out the window!" She warned him.

"…I love you." Link gave Layla one last, firm kiss before getting out the hookshot and shooting out the window, replacing the grate just in time. Cameron came in and called to Layla that he was back early. He turned to hang up his coat when Layla noticed she still had Link's BRIGHT GREEN hat in her hand! She quickly stuffed it into her pillowcase so that Cameron wouldn't see and resumed her former sitting position on the bed. She looked out the window, at the last disappearing strand of beautiful golden hair and mouthed, "I love you too."

"How was your day, dear?" Cameron asked, twirling and landing in front of her.

"Boring as hell, thanks to you." Layla muttered.

"Aw, I'm sorry, I know you miss that dear Celia." Cameron's usually perfect speech was slurred and by the way he was acting, he was obviously drunk. Layla backed up against the wall, wishing him away.

(Alright Cameron bashers, you will hate him more now! Now now now!)

Warning: Slightly explicit material ahead, please be forewarned.

Cameron was staring.

"What? WHAT??!!" Layla growled at him.

"You know you are incredibly beautiful?" he reminded her.

"You tell me that every day, and I know you don't mean it." Layla said with dissent.

"Oh, no. I mean it. I mean everything I say." Cameron said, holding up his hands showing Layla his palms. That was he GAYEST, literally, GAYEST stance Layla had ever seen a man take. He was SMASHED. Layla was afraid of the things he had told his father about her. Then again, that may work to her advantage, he may think she was terrible and not allow Cameron to marry her.

"Uh huh." Layla tunred away from Cameron but was suddenly grabbed up by the wrists in his iron grip.

"You know, dear, it's never too early for the honeymoon to start." He slurred. He was gripping Layla tighter now. Fuck, she knew what was gonna happen now. He threw her down onto his larger bed.

"No, stop it, Cameron, you're hurting me!" Layla complained. "Please, don't!"

"Be quiet, wench. I need an heir to the throne and YOU WILL GIVE BIRTH TO HIM!"

"No, please, Cameron, stop it!" Layla pleaded with the the Prince as her tugged at her clothes. Tears came to Layla's eyes as she felt her BORRWED tanktop come off and then her shorts come off as well. Cameron held her down as he kissed her roughly, allowing Layla barely enough air to stay alive and undressing himself.

"No, stop—please—CAMERON!" Layla gasped. He wasn't going to stop. "I'm...I'm still a virgin." She whispered to the occupied and not listening prince.

(That's not too far to go for PG-13, is it?)

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Hours later, Layla was back in her bed, covered in sweat and feeling dirty. She was raped by that bastard. Raped. The word played out in her head as images of the traumatizing affair haunted her. She had cried through the whole thing and was still crying silvery tears of torment swum down her cheeks. What was she going to tell Link now? He had just asked her if he hadn't done anything. So much irony. She was curled up into a little ball as gray and pink patches of sky glowed in the window.

She hadnt slept a wink all night. She laid on her bed in a pool of her own blood and shivered as the night passed. She had great bruises on the inside of her thighs, her wrists, and lower arms. Cameron hadn't gone easy, and he hadn't wasted any time in impregnating Layla. Layla bit her lip and let more tears run down her cheeks in rivers of suffering. Her first child would not be Link's, but Cameron's. She felt like a whore.

Cameron got up later and took a shower. Soon after Celia arrived he departed and Layla informed Celia that she was taking a shower. She got up and entered the bathroom turning on the shower to full heat getting herself soaked. She washed up her her arms and finished off the rest of her body. The bruises between her legs however, hurt so much that her eyes began to water. She looked down at the black and blue on her once perfect, golden skin and slid down the far wall of the shower. She curled up with her knees to her chest and laid her head down atop her knees. She lifted her head back up against the wall and took a deep breath, and sobbed.

Her life was going all wrong! Why did he rape her, why, why, why? Layla rubbed her hands down her face and knew she must look stupid, her face all screwed up while she sat in the corner of the shower, crying, but she didn't care. She cried and cried until she felt like there was no more water in her body to cry out. This reminded her of a few lines of a sad, sad poem she had once read.

Sometimes you can cry until there is nothing wet in you.

You can scream and yell until your throat rebels and ruptures.

You can pray your heart out to whatever gods you think will listen.

But you know that if it ever did relent, it would not be because it cared.

(By Nny, from JTHM by Jhonen Vasquez ;;)

She laid in the shower and let the hot water pour over her until she felt cleaner, to a point, and looked in the mirror, making sure her eyes were not red. Layla had never thought she was ugly, but not particlarly pretty either, although most of her Gerudo friends and men of the towns told her she was gorgeous.

She stood back and looked at her reflection. She had big, golden eyes and caramel skin with fiery red hair. She had wavy bangs with one wild, thick strand in the middle that never seemed to behave. Her hair went down a little past her shoulders now, but usually she had it up in a large gold ring, and it swung freely behind her head. Then of course came her body with her narrow shoulders, large chest, lithe, muscular stomach and widening waist with normal-sized hips and fit legs ending in small feet. She guessed she was quite pretty.

She turned the corner and walked over to her bed, pulling on her normal outfit, her whitew halter and her flowy skirt with the waist made of pure gold. She laid her hands behind her head and stared at the ceiling as it began to spin slowly.

"I'm so tired, Celia...I didn't sleep a wink."

"Oh? How come, Layla?" Celia inquired.

"Mmmnh... it's Cameron..." Layla said, not thinking about what she was saying, falling asleep.

"What do you mean, it's Cameron...?" Celia persued.

"Mh…last night...horny bastard...rapist..." Layla accused before falling silent.

"Rapist?" Celia gasped. Did that mean he had raped Layla? That bastard! Celia decided this was a very important matter and laid down her knitting, stealing out of the room and to the hideout where her employer was waiting.

"What are you doing back?" they asked.

Celia panted. "Layla...Cameron...last night..." she waited until she got her breath back. "Last night, Cameron RAPED Layla." She announced.

"HE DID WHAT?" the person Celia reported to stood up and stomped a foot on the ground, knocking over a wooden table with Sake on it. "He raped her? You mean...Layla's PREGNANT?" the person exclaimed.

"Sadly yes." Celia hung her head,

"Oh god...just...go back before Cameron finds out you're gone." They pointed her out.

"Yes." Celia nodded and scampered back to Cameron's quarters as quick she could. When she walked in, although, Cameron was back, holding her knitting as Layla sat on her bed, waking up.

"I have good news...and bad news." Cameron said maliciously. "Bad news. Celia, you irresponsible little wench, you are FIRED." Cameron hissed. "But Layla, dear, the good news is that in two days, our wedding is to commence."

"Two days?" Layla gasped, now fully awake.

"Yes, isn't it wonderful?" he sighed.

Layla scoffed. "For you, maybe!" Cameron glared at her. "I mean...yes...wonderful." she looked up and gave the retreating Celia a look that said 'I'll miss you.' And Celia nodded before completely exiting the room. At which point Layla hidunder her covers until she and Cameron fell asleep.

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The next day, Layla woke up before Cameron as usual, clutching Link's hat. When did that happen? She brought the hat to her face and sniffed. It smelled wonderful, like sage, (sage, like, the herb, not the sage like…six sages or whatever) like the forest. Link had the exact same smell. Layla left a note on the mighttand next to Cameron's bed, telling him she was going to the infirmary and left with a swish of her skirt. Cameron could come get her when he woke up.

She exited the room and walked into the bright light of the compound. She crossed the sandy ground and strolled into the infirmary. Today there was people inside, bleeding and groaning and all sorts of things. This moment, Zara walked out, looking tired, and bid her patient goobye before catching sight of Layla.

"Layla! Back again, I see! What do you need now?" Zara asked, laeding her towards one of the rooms in the back.

"What do I need? What do you need? You look like you were hit with a truck!" Layla exclaimed. Zara gave her a sad smile.

"Oh, well, I'm fine, really, Layla, overworked is the word you might use."

"No, I sense lies in the soul of Zara." Layla joked. She then held her stomach and winced.

"What's wrong?" Zara exclaimed, holding a hand out to Layla.

"I...okay, Zara...there's something I have to tell you, bot you have to promise to believe me and to not tell anybody else, because they'll think I'm making it up." Zara nodded her assent and Layla continued. "Night before last, Cameron came back from meeting with his father, smashed, and...well...then he..."

"Then he WHAT?" Zara pushed.

"He raped me, Zara." Layla moaned. Zara gasped andheld Layla as she quietly shed a couple tears of relief. She had finally told somebody. Zara sighed against Layla's hair and spoke.

"I guess you have the opposite problem of me, Layla." Zara said. Laya looked up.

"What do you mean."

"A couple months ago, I went to a suitor to get pregnant, and well, now, I'm still not showing any signs, I'm still even fit. Layla, I-I'm infirtile." Zara proclaimed, taking a deep breath and lettingout slowly.

"Oh my God, Zara..." Layla got up and hugged Zara close. She knew that the thing Zara ever wanted the most in her whole life was a baby, and now she couldn't have one. She was infertile, and Layla was raped. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't." Zara said. "It's really...I'll get over it." Zara sniffled. Just then, heavy footsteps were heard in the room and Cameron stomped into the room where Zara and Layla were communing.

"Come on." Called the Prince, picking up Layla by the arms. "We're going to see Nika about the wedding again." He said. Layla waved goodbye to Zara and obediently walked next to Cameron as he set her down.

Things around here were getting really fucked up.

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Well, there you go. Still more mystery, angst, Cameron-evilness, and romance, not necessarily in that order. Well Cameron-bashers? You gonna take that sitting down? Didn't think so. Anyway, review lots, and I'll let you choose. Should Layla be sooo traumatized by this rape that she and Link need to go through a whole healing process before they can ever be happy again and make for a great plot twist, or do you think Layla should just automatically be better already. I won't tell you which one I'd choose, it's your decision.

Love and hugs!

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