Trigger warning : implied rape.
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Olivia woke up in the middle of the night. Two men entered her cell wearing masks on their faces. They forced her to lay on the ground, one man holding her arms. The second one try to escape her legs kicking none stop in front of her.
"Stop moving. We were told you needed convincing to talk. Maybe you won't hold back your tongue after we've used you."
"Let me go! Do you know who my husband is? When he'll find out…"
"Shut that pretty mouth," he said as he took a knife out of his pocket and put it to her neck.
She stopped moving; she knew nothing would stop them. She was pushed to the ground and tried to relax her body as much as possible, hoping it would hurt less. She looked the man over her holding her arms dead in the eyes and tried not to break eye contact. How could men do such a thing?
She felt her skirts being raised to expose her thighs, a hand caressing her skin before she heard the noise of a buckle hitting the floor.
…
Bordon had sent a courier to fetch Tavington the minute he saw Olivia being taken. Since he was in the middle of an ambush, he was hard to get to and was only reached after he got back to camp. He was watching for the gate to open, feeling like he failed Tavington. He had one job to do; keep Olivia safe and he could not even do it. He tried to plead with Cornwallis but O'Hara would not let him in his office. The only thing he was able to do was to negotiate with Captain Roberts to bring dinner to Olivia in her cell.
As soon as he was informed the tragic detention of his wife, Tavington rode as fast as his horse would allow him. The night had fallen when he reached the fort. He jumped down his horse before he even stopped inside the fort. Bordon had been standing guard outside for the colonel to come and he met him as soon as he entered.
"Where is she?" Tavington yelled.
"In the basement cells," Bordon replied.
He entered the mansion and turned left, running down the stairs as fast as he could. The door was locked but that was not about to stop him. He took a step back and broke the door down with his shoulder. The lock broke very easily. His eyes needed a moment to accommodate to the darkness of the cell but he heard panting.
He turned his head to the right and saw two men over Olivia's body. She was lying on the ground, unmoving. He didn't even know if she was conscious or not. He took his sword out of its sheath and ran forward. Overwhelmed by his anger, he didn't think. He was an excellent swordsman and easily dragged his sword trough the chest of the first man raping Olivia. He lost no time attacking the second man, who had been holding Olivia down. In only one motion, he slit the second man's throat.
Bordon barely had the time to follow Tavington in the room that he saw both men dead on the ground. He had brought four other dragoons with him, not knowing what resistance they might have faced downstairs. He blinked his eyes and sighed; Tavington was impulsive and strong, but he never expected him to kill in cold blood like he just did.
Tavington's breathing was fast, adrenaline flowing in his veins. He put his sword back on his belt and his eyes focussed on his wife, still unmoving on the ground. The first man's body had fallen over her and the second man's blood had spattered all over her. He dropped to his knees next to her and pushed the body over to her side. The moment his hand caressed her cheek, her eyes focussed on him, tears started to fall from her eyes.
"Liv, can you hear me? Are you all right?" he said, concern in his voice.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out. He helped her to sit down, her hands were shaking. He looked at her state, her skirts rose to her thighs.
"Are you hurt, my love?" he asked.
As she blinked, more tears felt from her eyes. She turned her head away from him, feeling unexpectedly feeling ashamed even if she had nothing to reproach herself. She could not feel pain, like her soul had left her body during the assault. She had only blurred memories of the last moment.
"Come here," he said warmly as he wrapped her arm behind his neck.
He grabbed her in his arms and felt her face nuzzled in his neck. His heart seemed to be breaking in small pieces. Bordon looked at him before he reached the staircase.
"Go. We'll take care of this. I'll send Wilkins and Browns to guard your quarter," he replied.
Tavington nodded and started to climb the stairs. On his way, he had to walk through several hallways and floors. He never stopped, even if people were staring at Olivia's bloody face.
The only thing that made him stop his way was when Cornwallis exited his office and shout out at him.
"Colonel, what is this?" he inquired.
"This? This is my wife that was falsely accused of espionage. She was rapped while being detained downstairs. This is how you treat your officer's family?"
"Please, William, can we go?" Olivia whispered.
"This is not over. I'll be back and if you are lucky, I will have time to calm down," Tavington concluded.
He turned around and walked the last hallway toward his bedroom. Wilkins and Matt were already waiting in front of his room. Matt opened the door to let the couple inside and closed it behind them. He understood they needed a moment alone. He would have the time to talk to Olivia later about the very interesting conversation he had with Mr Bailey this evening.