TW: noncon, threats.

She fell asleep anyway.

Evie's eyes snapped open when she realized what had happened, bitching herself out on the inside for falling asleep. It was dark out the window still, so at least she probably hadn't been out for very long.

And then again - panic - because she realized the light was off. She didn't turn the light off, because that would have been stupid. Nearly as stupid as falling asleep. She was ready to bolt up in bed, until she heard a mumbling, and froze. It was Crane's voice, she realized. He was in the room with her, somewhere, watching her sleep and talking to himself. Straining her ears, Evie attempted to hear what he was saying.

"Why are you here?" She could make out. "What are you doing? What are you doing here, Jon." He murmured quietly, calmly, but also sounding almost drunk. Evie felt the bed dip in at the edge, and then his hand on her. She bit her tongue and held her breath.

Goosebumps covered her body as that hand traveled along her side. The bed moved again, as he climbed the rest of the way into it. He molded his body around hers like a shell, his arms drifting around her waist, gently brushing on her sides to rest his hand on her belly. A long, pleased sigh escaped him, and he rested his head on her shoulder, causing the hairs on her neck to stand on end.

"I know you're awake now." His tone was too flat to give away what he was getting at. He said he didn't want "creature comforts" from her, but given his actions, it was getting more difficult to trust his word on it.

"This moment feels awkward enough without speaking." Evie said coldly.

"I'm surprised you let your guard down enough to fall asleep here." His words were salt in the wound. Stupid. "Little girl, spending the night with a known...madman."

Embarrassment flooded her. She wanted nothing more than to die on the spot. What a stupid, stupid, stupid-

Crane continued. "Especially one who very much admitted he would have liked to have sex with you."

Now thoroughly mortified, Evie didn't know what else to do except stay very still and very silent, and hope he would leave.

But he didn't.

He sighed again, one of his hands moving down and slipping under her jeans, into her underwear. This had to be a trick - messing with her to see if she believed his promise. Any second he would stop and chide her for being so un-trusting. Instead she felt his fingers run down her slit.

"You said -" Crane clapped his free hand over her mouth before she could finish.

"This isn't...hurting you." He asserted - the statement felt more directed at himself than her. His fingers worked against her. He groaned, and she whimpered as she felt a finger enter her, then another, his thumb moving around her clit. Crane held her so tightly she couldn't move. It didn't even feel good, but her body was getting wet for him anyway. How?

He wasn't done with her. When he felt he had gotten her "ready" enough, Crane pushed Evie onto her back. He seemed prepared for the reaction - the kicking, the pushing. He pulled the jeans and underwear off her with such force she thought her skin was being rolled off with them. Grabbing her wrists, he was freed up to wedge a knee between her legs, parting them for himself. How violent could Crane get? How willing was Evie to find out? Every girl knows that the more you struggle, the angrier the man gets, and the worse it will be. It was terrible to know that even though he was trying his hardest to do this awful thing to her, she needed to measure how hard she could fight back. Because even if she got him off her, she would still need to get out of the house. The best window for it required a knife to open - the others probably did too. The front door had five locks she wasn't familiar with. For a more unconventional escape, she would have to locate something that could break a window, and hope it wasn't double paned like the one in this bedroom. Once outside she would need a place to hide, and quickly. Without underwear, pants, or shoes, or a coat. It was freezing and snowing and there were probably still sentinels in the area, and criminals. One man doing this to her would be awful enough. On the streets that number might become three or eight or twenty.

Crane took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. He tasted like smoke and she was shocked to find how much more there was to hate about this.

Dozens of pleas ran though her head - she hadn't tried begging yet. Maybe it was because she was frantic, but probably because of who she was dealing with, the first one to make it out was "I'm scared."

A poor choice, as it probably just turned him on more, but it kept coming out. Like she had broken a dam, she couldn't stop it from leaving her lips the way an unconfined river stops for no one. "I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm so scared."

'Shhh." Crane silenced her with another kiss that was inappropriately gentle, considering. "Don't be scared. I'll take care of you - you don't have to be scared."

Oddly enough, he sounded almost as close to tears as she was, confusing Evie for a moment, enough to where she remained still for just long enough for his cock to start prodding around. She dug her heels into the mattress, pushing herself up in a weak attempt, even knowing she would hit the headboard almost instantly.

One more last-ditch effort remained, to see if he might pity her enough to stop. Her eyes were wide, and she made her voice as small as possible. "Please, I'm scared."

He leaned down for another kiss, and she felt sick as he began to slip inside her as he did. His body pinned her down further as she squirmed, still desperate for a way out, and then his hips suddenly snapped forward. Tears welled up in her eyes, soon spilling onto her cheeks – she couldn't stop them, just like she hadn't been able to curb her poor phrase for begging, or stop this from happening at all. Evie felt every muscle in her body seize up – she couldn't believe it. He was inside her. This was happening.

"Take it out." She sobbed. "Please take it out."

For a second, she thought he listened: he slowly began to withdraw from her, only to slowly push back in. He kept up the antagonizing pace while he kissed her neck, grabbed her hair, eventually pushing her shirt up so he could touch her chest. Evie kept still as the assault continued, wondering how long this could possibly go on for. If she could stop this, she wanted him to finish and get off of her as soon as possible – she wanted to go home.

With shaking arms, she encircled her attacker and pulled him to her. It was as close to consent as she was willing to allow, and it was far too much to grant him at that, but it worked. Crane picked up his pace with newfound urgency. The thrusts were erratic: some shallow, other so hard and deep she cried out. He wrapped a arm under her hips, pulling her even closer, going even deeper. Breathing heavily into her neck, he moved even harder for a few minutes, the frame of the bed smacking violently against the wall, before the pace slowed down again, and he stopped completely. Cold horror washed over Evie when she realized he actually came inside her.

She rolled off the bed the instant he climbed off her, she felt the wetness oozing down her thighs as she staggered to the bathroom, not locking the door behind her. What did that matter? The lock on the bedroom door hadn't deterred him. She started the shower again.

The water didn't feel hot enough to make her clean, but she stepped under it anyway, dumped out the rest of the shower gel on her body. Scrubbed every inch of herself raw. Put the shower nozzle between her legs, letting the water jet inside of her, hoping it would flush out the traces of where he had been.

He actually came in her.

Every pharmacy in the entire city had been picked clean by the end of the second riot. She would have to sell everything she had just stolen and more to get a morning after pill. That or just...pray, or something.

Evie sank to the floor for a minute, willing herself to cry. She needed to gt this feeling out of her system before she went home, so no one else would know what happened. Knowing would just make everyone upset and sorry for her, and the times were already too rough to put them through something like this. There was nothing that could be done about it - even vigilante revenge was out of the question, considering who Crane was, and his new position in the city.

The tears weren't coming. Evie let the water gradually turn cold and then got out.

Clutching the towel close, she slowly opened the door, trying to see if he was still there. Crane was no longer occupying the bed, but his absence proved equally terrifying. Not wasting any time, Evie put her clothes back on - not the ones she came in, but not the ones he ripped off her either - and stuffed her neatly ordered finds into her backpack. Avoiding the bed altogether, she sat on the floor to lace her boots.

The house remained silent. Evie's ears kept pricking up, trying to detect any sound, any indication of where Crane was, and got nothing. Outside was overcast, but it was getting lighter, and safer to head home. Safe as she ever would be, anyway. Using the same tricks from hours before, she crept her way downstairs to the front door. Crane's suit jacket and coat were gone, indicating he might have already left. She placed her own coat over one arm and reached for the handle.

Locked.

At least half the locks looked undone. She fiddled with them anyway, trying different combinations, but it wouldn't open. Remembering a back door in the kitchen, she decided to try that out too.

Locked, and the deadbolt wouldn't budge. Was she really this unlucky, or had Crane done something to the exits? Since she was in the kitchen, she decided she might as well take the cereal. She stuffed the bags into her backpack and finished buttoning up her coat.

The windows were all painted shut and double paned, as she had expected, but the kitchen was devoid of knives, and she had packed everything onto the one she kept in her bag. It would waste too much time and effort to dig it out. Inspecting the front door again, it really did seem like it was unlocked...Crane must have hand another trick to this. Locked it from the outside somehow when he left. Evie frowned. He wanted to play games? She could play.

Stalking back to the living room, she went strait to the fireplace and grabbed the poker. The window by the door was the biggest one downstairs, even though very narrow. Taking a batters stance, Evie prepared to break it open.

"I wouldn't."

Surprised, Evie dropped the poker, producing a serious of loud, damaging thuds on the hardwood. She turned to face Crane, who was dressed for the day in the same haggard suit from yesterday, still unshaven and hair slightly more mussed.

"Am I free to leave or not?"

"Of course." He stepped past her." But first...walk with for a minute." He blocked her view of the door, definitely doing something extra to unlock it that she couldn't see.

Placing her thumbs under the straps of her much heavier backpack, she hoisted it up to a more comfortable position for running as she followed him into the morning drizzle, but snow is an ill-advised venture for running, though, and given his history, Crane seemed like someone who knew how to do it better than her. It still wasn't safe yet to provoke him. Evie stared down at the sidewalk while she waited for him to join her, then walked a step behind her as he led them away.

"I'm assuming your family hasn't had much luck with things, judging by how much you just stole."

"Lots of people haven't" Evie responded dryly, not letting him shame her over it. "The rations aren't even enough for everyone, and even if they were, they get raided almost as soon as they get here. The rest of us have to get creative."

"Well, the government hasn't been keen on wasting much money on our lost cause - it's understandable what you've done." He looked over his shoulder at her. "I could help you get more food, if you'd like."

"Well, you can't get something for nothing." Evie mocked. "So what would want for your 'help'?"

"You."

Evie was taken aback, and rather disgusted, but she continued to stare him down. "I would rather steal. Or starve." Hard to believe Jonathan-goddamn-Crane would turn out be the same kind of old fucking pervert every other man always turned out to be. He was what now, forty? Gross.

"Well I do have another option." He turned away, but Evie could tell he was smiling again. "Your family can go on thinking you're dead, and starve without you."

Evie stopped. What kind of bullshit threat..."I'm not staying with you. Why would I, after what you did." It hurt to acknowledge what happened, more so than she expected.

He stopped as well, and turned to her, with that dumb, creep grin. "There's no need to act like you didn't enjoy yourself, Evie."

"Don't say my name." Evie saw red. "I didn't," she clenched her teeth, "enjoy anything about it. No one would have."

Crane's expression clouded. "You're lying."

"Why would I lie?" She flinched as Crane approached her. He wasn't the most physically intimidating person, but he had given her plenty to fear.

"You're a liar." He hissed. "I heard you - I felt you. You played hard at first but you still wanted me in the end."

"I did what I had to to get you off me." Evie hissed back.

Crane glared at her, taking a deep breath to attempt to compose himself. "Perhaps you should come with me today. See what I can do. Or perhaps," he stroked her cheek, "we can go back, and I can show you what I used to do. I'm sure you know all about that from somewhere. A documentary, or some adorable...high school psych class," he spat out the words "high school" almost accusingly, like she had wronged him somehow for not being older, "I would rather not, of course. Not to you. Even if you didn't enjoy me, I still enjoyed you." His thumb brushed across her lower lip. "Very, very much."

His touch made her skin crawl, and the way he spoke so softly, though she could tell he was furious, was absolutely unnerving.

"You don't think I can get away from you?" She challenged, pulling away from him.

"I'm sure you could...but I guarantee it would be only for a short while."

Evie let out a snort. "You have no idea who I am or where I live."

"You said enough for me to know it's an hour's worth of obstacles at best, so go ahead. Run. I won't stop you - you can even have a head start. I'll even give you time for goodbye's...but you'll be back on my doorstep by lunch, and I can't guarantee the men I send for you will leave your family in the same living condition I'll request of you."

Now that was a threat.

Crane turned back around and kept walking, leaving Evie to contemplate his words. Odds seemed good as any that he was bluffing, but not good enough for her to bet on it, because this wasn't "some guy". He did have the resources to track her, and the men to send for her - men who would absolutely cut down her family in front of her face before dragging her, kicking and screaming, back to Crane. It wasn't worth the risk.

Realizing her stark lack of options, Evie reluctantly followed.