AN: Here's where things get really fucked up. Trigger warning for Rape.

Disclaimer: Still don't own any of it - sadface.

Part 3

Jefferson smiled at both I the women as they pulled apart, fear clouding their eyes. He set down the tray in the nightstand. One by one he picked up each item, making a point to flash it in front of their faces. He wanted to see the terror flicker in their eyes as they waited for what was to come.

"Leave her alone…take me instead, please." Emma asked even before he offered her the choice. She tried to put herself in between the two, but he pulled her by the base of her hair to move her off the bed and out of the way. Emma bit her lip to stifle her cries, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

"Thats not the plan… Pet." Jefferson said throwing Emma against the wall, putting her in a position where she was too far to help protect the brunette. He put down the small whip he was holding, and corking his head towards Remy on the bed.

"No…please…just don't hurt her." The blonde said attempting to change his mind. Remy jumped off the bed, backing away from him as he looked at her lasciviously.

"Jefferson…stop!" She begged as he kept walking towards the young doctor until her back was flat up against the wall. Jefferson smiled as he gripped Remy's shoulders.

"Now where do you think your going? Come on, we're gonna have some fun." He said leading her back forcefully towards the large bed that filled the center of the room.

Jefferson pushed her onto the bed, tossing her about like a rag doll.

"Don't you fucking dare tou…" Remy began to warn him, but the rest of her treat was silence by a sharp slap across the face. He briefly turned his attention to Emma, seeing she had retreated to the far corner of the room. He then redirected his focus back to Remy, who was curled in a half fetal position on the bed in front of him. Reaching out he gripped her face hard with his hands, and leaned in trying to force her to kiss him. She wrenched her head back. Despite her kicking, Jefferson managed to drag the brunette's legs out from under her, opening her body up from the fetal position. He managed to control her legs, stopping them from kicking him, but then her arms flung wildly until they made contact. Jefferson wasn't used to putting up with such a fighter. Emma fought the first time, but he was able to break her quickly by threatening her son. He needed a way to hold her arms and legs down at the same time so that he would be able to do what he had planned to do to her, and that's when he turned to Emma yet another time, with a maddening grin.

"Emma…come here and hold her down for me…" Jefferson said from where he hovered over Remy. Emma just stood in the corner paralyzed. He couldn't really expect her to aide him in raping the poor girl. She simply shook her head, trying not to look into the brunette's crystal blue eyes.

"Come on Pet," He said as if he was coaxing a child. When she still didn't budge his tone dropped dramatically. "Get over here now." And with that, a long sharp pair of scissors were pulled off of the tea tray and held dangerously close to the Remy's neck. The blonde took several shaky steps towards the bed. She managed to pull herself up onto the kingsize mattress along with the others, and made herself as comfortable as she could be in the situation, at the head of the bed by the brunette's face.

"Now, I want you to ask for her hands…" He said with a devilish tone. The most fun part of this little game was how much hurt it caused. It would have been no fun just simply tying her up, this way he was able to see just how much this whole thing effected Emma. And just seeing the blonde's facial expression made Jefferson grin crazily with excitement.

Emma's stomach lurched as she looked down at Remy's face, which was full of fear. The brunette wasn't the only one being tortured however, and Remy could see the agony painted across Emma's face as she struggled forming the words.

"Ask her!" Jefferson demanded more harshly, causing both women to flinch.

"Give me your hands…" Emma said and Remy shook her head.

"Please…no, don't." She begged, breaking Emma's heart with her voice. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to be any where near this.

"Please…give me your hands…" She said pleading with the brunette. They both knew that Jefferson would use the scissors and part of Remy didn't care…but Emma couldn't see someone else she cared about die because of her, not after Regina…

"Please Remy…" she said in a soft, desperate tone, and finally Remy raised her arms, cursing at herself mentally for giving in. The blonde carefully held the young doctor's hands to the comforter, making sure she stayed in place while at the same time not trying to hurt her. Jefferson let out an unnerving laugh as he ran his hands over Remy's still clothed body, roughly squeezing her breasts.

'It's going to be ok…' Remy told herself. If she just closed her eyes she could make it all go away.

"Tell me it's not going to hurt…" She pleaded. Emma stifled a sob, however she was unable to hold back the tears as they trailed down her cheeks.

"I can't; I can't tell you that, I'm sorry…" Sobbed the blonde desperately.

"Pull up her shirt for me Pet…" Jefferson ordered and Emma's eyes snapped up to catch his.

"What…?" She asked sure she had misheard him.

"Pull it up…" He repeated emphasizing each word. Emma shook her head. This was going to far. She could feel the brunette trembling from fear beneath her touch.

"Either you pull it up…or I'm going to have to cut it off, and I've seemed to have lost my head. I'm not as precise as I used to be…can't be too sure the scissors won't slip." He said and the blonde's lip quivered as she turned her attention back to Remy.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry." She wanted to say she was sorry for picking her up in the bar. For taking her home. For showing her to this room. For holding her hands in place. For not stoping him. And now… For this. She moved her hands down Remy's thin body. What Emma would give to have one night alone with this woman, where she could do this and not feel bad about it. She took hold of the bottom of the brunette's shirt and pulled back revealing her stomach and breasts. Emma eased it off her arms, moving back to her head. She the snaked one arm around the woman's sleek figure, and unclasped her black lace bra. Once it had been fully removed, Jefferson leaned down enjoying the smell of fear that he produced between the two. The doctor's stomach turned as she felt the man begin to suck on her right nipple. The blonde ran her fingers through Remy's hair as Jefferson assaulted her breasts.

"Its ok…its gonna be ok…" Emma said as he bit down hard causing the brunette to scream out in pain. Jefferson just simply laughed as he licked around his bite mark. His hand was at her left breast twisting the nipple.

"I know it hurts…I'm sorry." Emma whispered again softly to Remy. Jefferson traced a path with his tongue down towards the brunette's navel…sickening both women.

"Unbutton her pants…" He said and Emma wanted nothing more than to grab those scissors from him and…. but she knew what she would get in return for that attempt would be far worse then anything that was happening now.

"Jefferson…Can't you just do it." The blonde asked wanting to get Remy's degradation over as fast as possible.

"I'm not going to tell you again Pet." He yelled and with that, he moved further down the woman's body so that Emma could unbutton her pants. She looked up at Remy and tried to smile to comfort her, but only managed a pained expression. Reluctantly she unbuttoned the pants and silently asked Remy to lift her hips so she could take the jeans off her. Emma gently placed her hands on Remy's thighs as she helped her slide out of her skin tight jeans, causing a small, involuntary shiver to run up the brunette's spine.

"Ask her to spread her legs…" Jefferson said lasciviously, and Emma cringed. She looked at the brunette and mouthed 'Its ok, I'm here'.

"Spread your legs…" Emma mustered with all her strength. Remy looked at Emma she tried to put herself back where they were just a few minutes ago…but seeing Jefferson over her shoulder shattered the illusion.

"Please…" The blonde said putting her hands on Remy's knees gently opening her legs. The soft touch of the woman caused a tingling feeling to shoot straight to her center. She laid her head back looking up at the ceiling. When did he stop fighting? She asked herself.

"Good pet…now back up and hold her hands." Jefferson shooed her back, and reluctantly Emma slid up Remy's body, and once again took custody of her hands.

"Its ok…it will all be over soon." She said hoping for not only Remy's sake but also her own. She heard the unmistakable sound Jefferson's zipper coming down. Emma forced herself to look to see what he was doing to Remy as she whimpered in Emma's grasp. Jefferson slid his finger along the brunette's opening, noting that his play toy was wet. He looked up at Emma, knowingly as he moved his finger up to the Remy's most sensitive area. He could tell all too well that there was something starting between the two of them. Something that made his game all the more fun. Remy bit her lip at his gentle movements.

"It's ok, Remy…I'm right here." Emma whispered gently kissing her head as Jefferson got a kick out of watching the brunette's face flush as he stroked her. Remy just wanted him to get it over with.

"Please make him stop…" She asked not sure which was would be worst…brutality or this humiliation.

"You know I can't…." She said noting that Jefferson had increased his pace with his fingers. He was now thrusting fingers inside Remy while he moved his thumb along her clit. She bucked her hips into his hand, begging to gain more friction. It made Remy sick that he was able to use her body against her.

Jefferson watched both women as they cried, helpless. He grinned satisfied with himself and now fully hard, he positioned himself between her legs…thrusting in without warning. Remy's head tried to sort through what all was going on. Emma's voice in her ear calmed her mind somewhat, but it did little for the pain her body was now enduring as he mercilessly thrust himself inside her.

"Tell me her you like it when I touch you…" Jefferson said driving himself deep inside Remy while nearly crushing her body. Emma looked up at him in disgust as she listened as he viciously stripped away the brunette's humanity. She looked down as saw the distance in her eyes.

She sat there running her fingers through Remy's hair, wishing that she could block out the sounds of her brutalization. Emma cried silently as she held Remy's arms above her head, not that she was doing much to keep her from moving, for she had given up fighting a while ago. It was one thing to have know this was going to happen tonight. It was another thing to be in the room, hell, in the bed as it happened. Emma listened as Jefferson's breath began getting heavier with his thrusts.

"Its alright…it's almost over…" Emma whispered to mostly herself before she heard Jefferson's low groan as he forced himself deep within Remy letting his fluid fill her. The blonde watched as Jefferson zipped himself up and withdrew from the bed. He looked down at his handiwork, pretty pleased with himself.

"I'll be back later to play with the rest of my toys." He gave Emma a wink then bent down over the side of the bed to kiss Remy on the forehead. She flinched away from his touch slightly, but other than that she didn't move, didn't put up a fight. She was broken already.

Emma could barely look at her without tears coming to her eyes. Earlier that night Remy had gotten into a fight with the butler because she was too defiant to simply tell him her name, and now? Now she was just excepting her fate?

He made his way towards the door, but stopped short when he Heard Emma's tired voice from behind him. "This isn't even about Grace anymore, Is it?" Emma questioned his motives, standing on her knees in front of Remy on the bed. Her eyes were red from crying, and she struggled to keep her voice from shaking more than it already was.

He scowled at her for standing up to him. "No? Then tell me Pet, what is this all about then?"

"This is about you feeling the need to be able to control one thing in your life because you were unable to control what happened to her. Your sick Jefferson. You need help." She couldn't read the emotions in his face, and it scared her more than she already was.

He took several pointed steps towards her and slapped her hard across the face, the blow knocked her over. She half lifted herself from the surface of the bed, just enough to look up at him as he spit at her, "I'm not crazy, Emma." Jefferson left the room, carrying his tray of toys with him.

After he left, Emma weakly crawled over to Remy who was still laying there in the same position she was before.

"Rem..." The blonde started slowly reaching for Remy's hands. The other woman pulled away from Emma's touch however.

"Please don't touch me…" She asked and Emma's tears fell again.

"Please let me take care of you…" She pleaded but the brunette just shook her head, slowly sitting up.

"You can't…" Remy said as she pulled further from Emma's reach.

"Why?" She asked not only wanting to hold Remy, but wanting the brunette to hold her as well.

"You helped him…how could you help him?" She said her breaths coming in tearful gasps. Emma's heart completely broke at Remy's tone.

"I had to…he was going to kill you." The blonde said and again Remy shook her head.

"You should have just let him…kill me." She said but Emma moved forward slightly not wanting to scare Remy anymore than she already was.

"I couldn't be responsible for someone else dying that I cared about…" She said. Remy's head snapped up quickly.

"I feel dead inside already…" She said and Emma carefully reached out and stroked The brunette's hand.

"But you're not dead…neither of us are…and we're gonna get out of here…I promise." Emma said and after a moment, Remy looked up at the other woman, noticing a certain fire in her eyes that she hadn't seen before. Emma finally found a reason to fight again. The brunette nodded her head and collapsed into Emma's chest, not caring as she pressed her naked form against the blonde.

"Now come on, let's get you cleaned up." Emma said, however she made no effort to move. Instead she just held the crying woman close to her, waiting until she was ready to get back up and fight.

AN: I hope you guys liked the story so far. I have a few things planned for the next few chapters. Get ready for some of Emma's flashbacks, and discovering why Jefferson really is keeping them there. Remember to review. If I get reviews it tells me someone is out there reading my stuff, and it makes me want to write more. Also, if there is anything you want to see done to the two of them, I am taking requests :)