A/N: Hello! I'm alive! As some of you are already aware, I go to school, and on top of that I recently moved and got a new job, so my little story was placed on hold for a moment. Well everything is good to go now, so the normal updates will continue! Sorry to make you wait so long :( . I also apologize that this chapter isn't as long as my usual, but that is because there was too much going on, and to jam pack it all into one chapter would have been a little messy. I will have the next chapter up soon though, so don't worry! Well, enjoy!
WARNING: This chapter does contain some uncomfortable sexual situations. If you are squeamish, you might want to skip this one. Honestly though, you know how I write, and this is definitely and adult fic, so you should know what to expect from me by know :)
Chapter 18
So Long
It had nearly been four months.
Almost four long, agonizing months.
She was surprised that she was even sane enough to comprehend the dates.
The sad thing was that she was actually becoming used to her little imprisonment.
The first month was the worst. Just like clockwork, every evening the Nuetra known as Egen, would escort her to have her pleasant "meetings" with Kara. She had fought fairly well, but was no match for the smaller woman when she was in animal form.
It was horrible. In Kara's twisted, messed up mind she was getting retribution.
It was the same horrible routine. Rogue would get badly injured, and then Dr. Hummel would come along and heal her up, right as rain.
There were times when she wished the doctor wouldn't show up. That she would just let her die, and just put her out of her misery.
But damn that prompt woman! She would show up, with a look of sympathy on her aged features, and patch her right up with her own mutation. Rogue knew that the older woman had good intentions, but she hated her for them.
The only thing that kept her sane was the thought of her rescue. It was the only sliver of hope that she had left. She only had to envision his crimson eyes, and that thought would somehow make everything better.
She knew what happened to the people that lost hope in this place. They became lost souls, and she was determined not to join that specific crowd, although at times it did seem rather tempting.
Then a weird, fucked up twist of fate intervened.
In one of their little "sessions", Kara had left her to the point where she was almost un-repairable.
That dreaded evening Doctor Hummel apparently decided to grow a pair. She healed her, for what seemed like the millionth time, and spoke up.
"This can't go on any longer. You'll be dead before the week is through. If your body doesn't go first, your mind will. To be frank, I'm surprised you lasted this long. You are truly a strong, young lady."
All Rogue could do was gaze in the older woman's direction. "Finally found your conscious Doc? Better late than never, I suppose."
The Doctor decided to ignore Rogue's snappy comment, and hurriedly picked up her medical equipment. "I have always cared for your well being my dear. There wasn't much I could do in my position. But this punishment has gone on long enough. I'll see what I can do."
She exited the room, and Rogue heard the loud "click" of the metal door encasing her in her prison.
She huffed to herself and slowly raised herself from the bed. Just because she was healed didn't mean that she wasn't sore.
She slowly made her way to the small shower, and turned on the taps to a nice warm temperature.
She disrobed and stepped inside, tilting her head back, allowing the spray of water to surround her face. This was the only luxury she was allowed to have. She may have a nice, comfy little room, but the place was hell on earth.
It was always the same. As she allowed her body to soak up the water, her thoughts would drift to her teammates. She often wondered what they were doing at that exact moment. Were they still searching for her? Or had they just given up?
There were times when she was angry, just plan enraged that they hadn't found her yet. That he hadn't come yet.
But than again, it's my own damn fault.
She shouldn't have been so careless when she saw Kara that night. She knew that the woman was a certified psycho. Shaw was even smart enough to bring along his little lackey Nuetra that fateful night. The creature's powers inhibited her own, and he was able to shoot her up with that crap and knock her out.
She shook the awful memory from her head and turned the water off. She stepped out, and grabbed a towel and began to fluff herself dry. She then looked in the direction of the small set of drawers by her bed, and cringed. She was belittled in every possible way in this place. She had to wear the ridiculous corset attire during the days, and the only sleepwear she was provided was lingerie nighties.
She wished she could burn them all.
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Time slowly began to creep by.
The second month was even worse than the first, in its own twisted way.
The Doctor must have pulled quite a card with Shaw, because Rogue no longer received visits from the Nuetra, whom escorted her down to her own personal hades.
Instead, a whole different type of nightmare began.
It started one evening, when she was called out of her room unexpectedly. She was led through a chamber that she didn't recognize, and placed in a separate room all together.
The moment she entered, she knew what her horrible fate would be.
The room was dark in color, and the light was very dim. There was a large bed in the center, and attached to the headboard were handcuffs, along with other random sexual oddities.
She could deal with being beaten to the point of death, but not this. Anything but this!
Her mind instantly flashed to the one night of passion she shared with Remy. It was her first, and only time making love, and she had planned on doing it again with him.
If Shaw touched her, she would be tainted, filthy. She could never allow Remy to be with her after that.
She had kept it together up until this point. She frantically paced the room, and attempted to find something, anything to help her escape.
She was searching though the small nightstand by the bed, when she heard the familiar click of the door.
She held her breath as she turned around to face the man that would ruin her.
To her confusion and relief, it wasn't whom she expected to see.
A blonde woman, whom she had never seen before, made her way into the room. She didn't look like she was being forced, and she strutted her way across the room as if she had done it a million times.
Rogue couldn't help but blush and feel uncomfortable at the woman's attire. She had on a very lacey, very see through bra with matching panties, and she definitely wasn't lacking in the "sex appeal" department.
The woman headed over to a dressing table, and plopped down on the seat. She attempted to primp as she stared at her own reflection.
Rogue was more than confused at this point.
The woman stared at her in the reflection. "Haven't seen you before. You new?"
Rogue had to remember to breathe. She quickly mumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about…"
The other woman slowly turned in her direction. She looked her up and down. Then a slow smile appeared on her face, and she almost looked angelic. "You're a looker. You must be getting' top dollar. What's he payin' ya? "
Rogue realized immediately what was going on. The woman in front of her was hired to satisfy Shaw's other "needs".
Rogue uncomfortably looked in a different direction. "I'm here against my will. I would rather die than lay with him."
The blonde raised an eyebrow in her direction. "You're not willing?"
"NO!"
She didn't know why, but at that moment tears began to swell within her eyes.
The blonde woman almost looked sympathetic. "He hasn't had an unwilling partner for some time now. It ain't that bad. You might actually enjoy it."
"That's impossible."
The blonde woman shrugged her shoulders and turned back towards the mirror. "If you say so. My name's Tanya by the way. What's yours?"
Rogue didn't feel like exchanging small pleasantries with the woman in front of her, so she remained silent.
The blonde again shrugged her shoulders. "Hey, I'm all for the anonymous type, but I would like to know your name since we will be in the same bed together."
Rogue froze. She knew that the woman was in here for the same reason she was, but it finally dawned on her why there was two of them.
Then she heard the worst sound that she could possibly hear. The sound of the door click…
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That was how the whole second month went. But, she never gave in. She never allowed him to violate her. She fought and scratched and bit, and it seemed he never made her submit to him.
But it was still horrible. Every night she was beckoned, and every night she thought that would be the night that he would abuse her…rape her.
But it never came. Apparently, he liked the willing participants that were paid for their services, but he would never let her leave.
No, instead he got off having her in the room when he did those things to those women.
She hated it. She hated his grunts and the noises they would make. The smell that filled the room was enough to make her sick.
The worst time was when he forced her to participate in a different way.
He had chained her up, and she was certain that tonight was going to be the night she was dreading. She braced herself for the worst. And was oddly confused when it wasn't him that approached her.
The pretty blonde started placing kisses on her face, and placed one delicate kiss on her mouth.
Rogue crammed her lips shut. She knew he was trying to humiliate her, and she hated to admit it, but it was working.
She attempted to struggle as the woman kissed a trail down her chest, but it was useless. She refused to let him see her act so weak.
That night the woman's mouth was placed on the most sensitive spot on her being, and she hated herself.
She hated herself for letting him hear a hitch in her breath.
She hated herself for even showing the slightest sign that she reacted to his little head-game.
She tried to keep her composure, but she felt herself unwillingly building up to the expected.
As she orgasmed, she cried for the first time since she had been prisoner.
She cried for herself. She cried for Remy. She was only supposed to do that for him. Only him. And she betrayed him in the worst way.
She turned and looked at the monster that was steadily watching them. He had an evil sneer on his face, and at that moment she knew he had planned this all along.
Just as he promised, he was breaking her.
After that incident, he had informed her that he would not be relying on her services any longer for the moment.
He had won, and he knew it.
He lead her to her room, which was something that he had never done before.
Before he locked her in, he informed her that he "made sure that she was no longer a concern to the X-Men, and that she would never leave this place. She would submit to him, and she would obey."
She wasn't exactly sure what he meant by it, but that last thing she was going to do was question him.
After that, he pretty much left her to her own devices. Although, she was occasionally visited by Sinister for "specimen samples". She thanked God that he wasn't as interested in her as Shaw was. It wasn't pleasant, but she would rather be experimented on than sexually abused.
She knew she was slowly losing it. Her hope of rescue became dimmer and dimmer as the days passed. That's when her psyches started to act up.
She no longer possessed the strength to keep them locked. He had caused new mental damage, and it was as if the psyches knew it.
Occasionally, it would be someone that she loved or missed, like Kitty or Logan. The sound of them made her cry, and she thought her mutation was cruel for giving her false hope. The Nuetras and inhibitor serum stopped her mutation from working, but they couldn't prevent all the static from all the different people she had absorbed in the past from acting up.
Ironically the one psych she longed to hear never showed up.
She felt abandoned.
She knew he was probably upset about the "incident", and she became desperate for his sarcastic, yet cool composure.
Then one day, it finally hit her. They were never going to find her. How could they? She didn't even know where she was, how could she expect them to know?
She would never be able to tell him that she loved him again.
The thought was too much.
She once again felt the familiar pang of heartache swell within her chest.
She didn't want to fight it any longer.
She felt herself drifting off into a peaceful darkness as the stronger psyches fought for control of her mind…
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Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Damn his head hurt. Did he drink last night? He reached out to turn his alarm cock off, but his arm wouldn't work properly.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
He slowly tried to open his eyes, and noticed that it took awhile for his eyes to adjust to his surroundings. His lids were so heavy, that he had to take a break.
What the hell did I drink last night?
He opened them again, and was confused at the small machine next to his bed. It had a series of numbers and lines on it.
He quickly put two and two together, and he didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know that he was in the med-bay, but why?
He slowly turned his head, and noticed the small brunette asleep in the chair next to the bed.
Why was Kitty here? Where was Rogue?
He attempted to sit up, and found that his body didn't seem to want to cooperate. He wondered how long he had been out.
At the sound of movement, Kitty opened her eyes. For the first time in three months, Gambit was conscious.
She smiled warmly at him, and scooted closer, taking his hand in hers.
"Hey. How are ya feeling?"
Remy looked at her with a dazed expression on his face.
"What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"No…where is Rogue?"
Kitty tried to hide her look of worry. "I think I should get the Professor. He can answer your questions better than I can."
She quickly left the room, and after much effort, Remy finally sat himself up in his bed. He then started to take out the numerous tubes and needles that were stuck in his body. He was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"I'm glad you have rejoined us Mr. LeBeau. You gave us all a bit of a scare."
Remy raised his hand to his head. "I…I cant remember."
"That's an expected side effect, since you were in a induced coma. I can help you with that. First, let me explain what happened to you. You must do your best to try to stay calm. After I am done, I will attempt to help you regain your memory, with your permission of course."
Remy hesitantly nodded his head.
"You were in a bombing accident while on a mission with Jean and Logan. You almost didn't make it, but thank to your mutation, you heal a bit faster than the normal homo sapien, or even mutant for that matter. We had to put you in an induced coma for you to heal properly. Among many broken bones, you also had a pierced lung and quite the skull fracture. Amazingly, your body has repaired itself quite nicely."
Remy just stared at the man in front of him. He knew he was telling him the truth, but why couldn't he remember any of it?
"What kind of mission were we on?"
The professors' look changed. "I'm sure once I tell you why, your memories will trigger. Promise me that you won't do anything brash just yet."
The way the professor was speaking had him worried. "Tell me."
"You were trying to find a lead to the where abouts of Rogue."
As soon as the words left the older mans mouth, a rush of memories surged within his mind.
He remembered everything. Her kidnap, the mansion, the bomb...everything.
He quickly threw the sheets back, and swung the lower half of his body off of the bed. He placed his bare feet on the cold tile floors, and immediately fell.
"Gambit! You must be careful! Your limbs haven't been used in almost three months!"
The professor's words registered in his brain. He had been out for three months? His only concern was her. Surely, they must have found out something by now.
He slowly raised himself from the floor, and carefully planted his feet to hold him steady, while leaning on a near chair for support.
"Where is she? Is she here? Is she okay?"
The professor's features saddened, but he remained silent.
Remy immediately felt his heart sink within his chest. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
He lost his composure. He grabbed the professor by his collar, and almost lifted the man from his wheelchair. "WHERE IS SHE?"
At that moment, Wolverine rushed through the doors, shoving Remy back and causing him to stumble. "What the hell is wrong with you Gumbo?"
Remy didn't have time for games. "Where is she Logan? Where is she?"
The gruff man could hear the desperation in his voice, and slowly retracted his claws.
He just shook his head and turned away from him.
It was at this exact moment that Remy expected the worst. He had never seen Wolverine upset about anything, and at the mention of Rogue's name, he actually looked like he was going to cry.
The professor slowly wheeled his way to him.
"About a month after her disappearance, Rogue's communicator suddenly became active again. This meant that we had the capabilities to finally locate her."
Gambit already knew where this was headed. He shook his head, begging the professor to stop. He didn't want to hear the rest, but the professor continued.
"We tracked it to a wooded area in the Midwest, and we found her. She….she was…" The professor could barely seem to get the words out, but he continued. "She was deceased."
To be continued...
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