I can't tell you where Regina's back story came from but it jumped into my head and didn't leave. It's an extremely heavy chapter so ...

TRIGGER WARNING: Prostitution and rape.

You can always jump over the flashback (the part in italics) and the paragraphs after the flashback deal with what happened afterwards.

Chapter 2

The days of doing reckless things should lay long behind him, but apparently he still acted on instinct from time to time, and this time his instinct had practically screamed at him to help this woman.

She was a complete stranger. He had never seen her before. He was absolutely certain. He had an excellent memory but something felt familiar when he looked at her as if he knew her after all. But that wasn't possible.

He pushed himself off the wall and walked slowly towards her, his fingers itching to reach out and brush over her cheek, to feel her hair slip through his fingers, and he clenched his hand into a fist.

Was he completely insane now?

She would probably slap him if he touched her and she would have every right to do so.

-/-

She woke up to fresh linen under her cheek, felt a light blanket move over her skin as she turned, and she couldn't keep a soft sigh from escaping. But then she opened her eyes and a man stood directly beside the bed. She shrieked and scrambled backwards, almost falling out of the bed on the other side.

"Stay away from me," she screamed, pulling the sheet around her, staring wide-eyed at the stranger in front of her.

He was holding up his hands, a small smile playing over his lips as he stepped back several steps. Leaning leaned against the table a few feet away, he crossed his feet at the ankles and folded his arms over his chest, saying quietly, "I'm not gonna hurt you."

She raised her eyebrows, wondering if he was telling the truth or if he only wanted to lull her into a false sense of security before he would attack her and force himself on her. She shuddered, the dark clouds of her past rushing back to the surface, and her heart raced in her chest as her eyes flitted over the room, trying to find the best escape route.

-/-

"Easy there." He tried to soothe her, keeping his voice calm, sudden anger rising up in his chest.

Someone had hurt her. He could see the naked fear flashing over her face and his protective streak made itself known again, making him ball his hands into fists. But he forced himself to relax, to not scare her more.

"Go away!"

"Hard to do when you are staying in my apartment," he told her, holding his hands up as she jumped out of bed. "But there is no need to worry. Like I said ... I won't hurt you."

"And why should I believe that?" she huffed, wrapping the sheet more tightly around her, her dark eyes blazing at him. "I don't know you."

"I'm Robin Locksley," he replied. "This hotel belongs to me."

"Locksley? The Robin Hood Locksley?"

"Well, I'm not Robin Hood. Obviously." He smirked, seeing her shoulders relax slightly when he didn't make a move towards her. "And I lack the bow and arrow but yes, my full name is actual Robin of Locksley. My parents apparently found it amusing to name me after the bandit."

"What do you want?"

"I want nothing from you. You broke down in my hotel lobby and I told my men to bring you up here to rest."

"Why?"

"Honestly ..." he paused briefly, reaching up to stroke over his scruff as he watched her. "I have no idea."

"You have no idea?" Her voice was laced with incredulity and he shrugged his shoulders.

"It's a hunch, and considering that I made my fortune listening to my gut I will not start to ignore it now."

"I don't understand."

"There is nothing to understand. Just know that there are still people in this world who actually are genuine. So take your time. Take a bath, call the room service. Make yourself comfortable. We could talk later, alright?"

He didn't wait for an answer and just turned around, hoping she would still be here when he returned as he closed the door behind him.

-/-

She stared at the closed door, not able to believe what had just happened. Her fingers trembled around the sheet, and it was just yet that she realized that she was still wearing her clothes. He had apparently only slipped her shoes off before putting her into bed and suddenly she also realized that the sheet smelt like him, an aftershave that smelled like forest and somehow that soothed her frazzled nerves and she let the sheet drop back on the bed.

But when she remembered what had happened the last night sudden dizziness overwhelmed her again and she had to sit down, pressing her hands against the table.

She was broke. Completely broke.

Her stomach flipped and she gulped hard, willing her stomach to settle again. She didn't even know where the bathroom was and she would not puke all over the floor. She forced herself to take in deep and slow breaths, trying to keep her anxiety in check but it wasn't really working.

The care facility her mother was in was only paid for the next two months and she needed money fast. Her heart slammed hard against the ribcage as she realized she did only have one option left. She had to go back to selling her body to men.

But alone the thought made her sick and she pressed her hand against her stomach, clutching her eyes shut, hoping the pictures wouldn't come back but she failed and a strangled sob escaped her throat as she flashed back to the reason she couldn't be a prostitute anymore.

-/-

She gritted her teeth to keep the scream in as he lashed the whip over her ass. He was whipping her harder than usual but it brought good money if she let him get a little kinky, and she never minded a few sore spots now and then, but this time he took it further.

"You know, your pimp told me that I can get everything with money," he drawled into her ear, his spit hitting her face and trailing down her cheek, and an ice cold feeling of dread rushed through her as his fingers dug into her ass, his thumb brushing over her puckered opening. "I paid him well, and now I can fuck you like I always wanted to."

She screamed, knowing that no one would hear her, but she still screamed as he shoved the plug in her ass without really preparing her. He had just plunged one lubricated finger into her beforehand and had pushed it in and out a few times before he had wiggled the anal plug in front of her face, and she had fought against the bindings but they wouldn't budge an inch, and then he had slapped her ass really hard, giggling like a mad man as she had yelled 'no' over and over again but he hadn't cared, pushing the plug into her as deep as he could and it burnt, unbearable pain racing through her.

"You slut!" he yelled, the whip coming down on her, ripping her flesh open as he worked the plug in her ass, and suddenly the plug was gone and she inhaled a sharp breath, hoping he had had enough, that he would leave, but he hadn't.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass now until you bleed, and then you are gonna suck me off."

She almost blacked out as he raped her, pushing in her ass a few times and then plunging into her pussy, alternating every few thrusts. Tears were streaming down her face and she desperately tried to be somewhere else, to block everything out, but it hurt too much to detach herself.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and pressed a knife to her throat, telling her he would kill her if she would bite him, and then he shoved a vibrator into her and the plug back in her ass, binding her legs together, the leather of the cuffs biting into her skin as he tightened them. She screamed until her voice turned hoarse as he widened the plug further and further and further, her muscles cramping but he just kept going, slapping her hard with his hand, widening the plug again before flipping her around, the muscles in her shoulders burning as the cuffs fastened to the bed and around her wrists rattled and he pressed her head into the mattress, positioning himself above her.

"Come on now, slut. Let me fuck your mouth while your ass is spread wide by the plug and your greedy, little cunt is wrapped around the vibrator."

His cock was smeared with her blood and lube but he forced her to take him into her mouth, and she almost suffocated as the bile rose up her throat when he shoved his cock harshly into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat over and over again, his grunts echoing through the room as he held her head in place so that he could plunge until the hilt into her and she felt him stiffen, preparing herself for his cum to spurt down her throat but he pulled out, his fingers still digging into her head as he came, spreading his semen all over her face.

"Yes, just like that." He shoved his cock back into her mouth and forced her to lick it clean before he let go of her head and stumbled off the bed, looking down at her with a wild glint in his eyes. "You were worth the money, slut. Really worth it."

-/-

He had left her like this, her face covered in his cum, both vibrator and plug still in place, and she had laid there until her pimp had come in with a huge grin on his face, telling her that they had just made a huge chunk of money. He didn't even blink an eye as he had seen her on the bed, not even showing the slightest hint of remorse that the client had just raped her in the cruelest way possible.

He had loosened the bindings and had yanked the plug and vibrator out of her without even caring if he was hurting her further, throwing them on the ground beside the bed.

"Clean yourself up, Regina, and then come to my office to get your share."

She had just sat on the edge of the bed, her whole body shaking. She hadn't even been able to wipe his cum off her face. It had taken her a long time before she could move and she had stumbled into the bathroom, turning on the shower, rubbing at her skin until it turned bright red. Her whole body had been aching, her ass burning from his rude thrusts and she'd shivered as she'd spread soap over her core, reminding herself to get some antibiotics since he had fucked her ass and then her cunt, not caring in the least how unhygienic that was. She had tilted her head back, letting the water spray into her mouth, trying to get rid of the taste of blood and fecal in her mouth, feeling strangely not connected to her body as the shock had set in.

She had dressed herself on autopilot and walked into the office, stretching out her hand for the money, not saying a word as she had turned around and left. Forever.

Her pimp hadn't searched for her and she hadn't thought he would. There were enough women who needed the money as much as she did and were willing to prostitute themselves. He didn't need her.

She didn't go to the police either, knowing it wouldn't do her any good. She had heard the stories. The police didn't believe prostitutes. For them you got paid for it, so you couldn't be raped because you let strangers willingly fuck you.

She had spent a lot of the money for the medical tests she needed since he hadn't used a condom, and six months later she at least knew that he hadn't infected her with a STD of any sort. But the rest of the money had been used to pay her mother's care facility, and waitressing didn't bring enough to pay all the bills.

She was broke and she had to go back to being a hooker but she didn't think she could do it, not after everything that had happened. She stumbled up from the stool, rushing to the other side of the room. She yanked the door open, being grateful that she found the right room, and she just made it to the toilet, retching until her stomach hurt, silent sobs racking her body as she slipped to the ground and curled into a ball, breaking down completely.