Hey guys! I decided to split this chapter in half because it was getting too long and there were going to be too much intense feelings. I have to admit: the first scene on this chapter was the hardest scene I've ever written. Also, somebody asked me about prompts and I just wanted to tell you: I gleefully accept prompts (seriously, I love them) and I store them in a file. There are about 10 prompts in that file right now. So, it might take a while to write them all, but please, be patient with me :D
Alison looked down as the two guards by her side walked her through the hallway. She was currently wearing an orange jumpsuit, but she's never felt so exposed in her life, not even when those college party boys raked their eyes over her body.
"Hum, I smell fresh meat!" - One of the prisoners announced and the other inmates all crowded up to watch her arrival. Usually, this kind of attention would've flattered her, but now it scared her to death.
"You're hot, blondie!"
"Ain't that the DiLaurentis chick? The one who murdered her classmate?"
"Let's see how much time the Princess will last here"
"I wanna bang her so hard!"
Alison whimpered and began to panic. Her guards both grabbed each of her arms to stop her from attempting to run away or do something.
"You're gonna die here, blondie" - The guard whispered wickedly in her ear before throwing her in her cell.
The day later, Alison was busy doing laundry when she noticed something strange: one inmate was talking to a prison guard and then the other prisoners left, leaving her alone in the laundry room. Her sharps senses, mostly due to leaving on the streets alone for almost two years, told her that something was very, very wrong.
Suddenly, the door burst open and four inmates walked in and surrounded her. She tried to stay calm and figure out a way out, but Alison knew she didn't have the strength to fight them off. Another one, apparently their leader, walked into the room and pushed Alison, making her back hit the washing machine.
"We're gonna teach you a lesson, blondie" - And then she slapped her, making her stumble to the ground. The other four girls quickly pulled her up and held her so their boss could land more hits - "Not so powerful now, aren't we?" - And she punched Alison on the guts, making the air escape her lungs for a second before hitting her on the ribs.
"Let's play with Barbie, ladies!" - The leader ordered before joining her minions and pushing her against the washing machine again, more fiercely this time. Ali felt a sharp jolt of pain coming from her right elbow and feared that it might have been broken.
One of the minions pulled her up by the hair - "Won't you say something, blondie?!" - The old Alison DiLaurentis rage flooded her veins and she spitted on her. The minion wiped her face in disgust - "YOU BITCH!" - She growled before kicking Alison on the ribs.
"Calm down, ladies" - The leader stopped the group from spanking her, but Alison knew this was far from a charity act. She walked up to Ali, pulled her by the hair and whispered in her ear - "You're hot, Barbie, I gotta give you that. If you be my bitch, they spare you"
"Keep dreaming, Ogre!" - Alison spat, unwilling to give up her dignity (or whatever left of it, after her friends handed her to the police on a silver plate).
"Bad choice, Barbie!" - The inmate wickedly grinned and thrashed her against the wall - "Bad choice" - Her minions came to help her and kept Alison tightly pinned while she tore that orange jumpsuit away. Alison tried to fight them away, but the prisoners were far too strong for her - "Line up, ladies!" - And she pushed three fingers into Ali, making her wince and dig her fingers on the wall at the searing pain - "Open your legs to me, whore"
This was the worst kind of torture Alison had ever experienced. The prisoners took turns while raping her, earning satisfaction each time she screamed for help or cried in pain - "Stop, please!" - Alison begged as tears streamed down her cheeks and she felt herself burning in disgust.
"Look, she's got a scar on her thigh" - And the prisoner slapped her on that place, making her feel more humiliated than ever before.
"Let's give her more scars! She'll be ugly and no one will want her!" - One of then picked up a hot iron and pressed it against her left elbow. Alison screamed in pain and her arms failed her, making her fall on the ground.
But that didn't stop her assaulters. One of them pulled her sharply by the hair while two inmates dug their nails on the soft flesh of her stomach. Then, she screamed again as she felt the burning iron being pressed on her back and her knees failed. Even so, her leader (who was having her second round) kept thrusting inside of her for an additional sting of pain.
"I owe you now, bitch" - She leaned down and whispered in Alison's ear - "I say the words and you open your legs to me" - Alison couldn't help but nod and it destroyed her… she didn't even feel human anymore, she was just a doll and the worst thing was: she couldn't help but think that she brought it upon herself. Maybe if she had been kinder to people… Maybe if she had respected people, this wouldn't have happened to her.
Someone knocked on the door and Alison was afraid that it might be another inmate who wanted to use her body, but it was only the prison guard... the same one who whispered that she was going to die there - "Time's up" - Of course a corrupted prison guard had allowed, maybe even overlooked, the whole scene.
Her assaulters left her scarred on the ground and left with a smile on their faces, as if they were having a nice walk at a park. The prison guard walked up to her but, instead of offering her any kind of help, she just ordered in a stern tone - "Get up, DiLaurentis!"
"NO!" - Alison screamed to an empty room. Her heart was stomping out her chest and her breathing was incredibly erratic. Damn, another nightmare!
Ever since she got out of jail, Alison dreamed of that nefarious day. She's come to an agreement that she hadn't developed PTSD or something because another prison guard (not the corrupted one) noticed her scars and her catatonic state and reported her case. Then, she was transferred to an isolated cell, away from her assaulters, and Mike Montgomery began to visit her, asking all about Mona. Her mind shifted to another big problem and she repressed the memory. Sometimes, Alison even wondered if it was only a scary nightmare.
However, the scars on her body told her wrong, Ali thought as she went to the bathroom for an early shower. She had scars on her lower back, on her stomach and on left elbow; also, her right elbow would sting from time to time in chilly days. Therefore, the once arrogant Alison DiLaurentis became self-conscious and insecure about her body. There were days just after the girls escaped from the dollhouse, when her trauma rose to surface again, that she couldn't bear being touched by someone else, even her father.
She tried to drown her traumas by holding onto faith and going to the church and, while it did help her recover some of her self-esteem, it did nothing to change her image of her own body. Alison was truly grateful for Lorenzo for trying, she really was. But, no matter what she did, the thought of him going further than kissing her was unbearable.
When she went to college and began living with Emily, she began to occupy her mind with other things and, eventually, she developed an intimacy with the brunette way before they started dating. Alison thought that their timing was perfect because neither she or Emily were psychologically okay to get in a relationship after their traumas and catching A. Even so, Emily was the only person whom she allowed to have any kind of physical contact with her for a good time.
However she's never told the vet about being rape. Instead, she hid behind the lights excuse to conceal her scars while Emily told her all about the dollhouse. It's not that Alison didn't trust her girlfriend – far from that, it was that the memory was so humiliating itself and Ali couldn't allow herself to not be strong in front of the brunette. She knew that Emily had noticed something, but she hadn't put two and two together and Alison shut down any attempt she made to talk about it.
The cold water ran down the scars on her stomach and Alison cried. Despite all these years, this raw memory always left her horrified and disgusted at herself.
"Can I come over later?" - Emily texted Spencer as soon as she got home. Her making out session yesterday with Alison got her all pumped up and full of ideas and.. well, only Spencer could help her with this one.
"Sure! I can pick you up for dinner! :D" - Spencer's answer was surprisingly fast considering how much work the state attorney had. Emily wondered if her friend was actually seizing an opportunity to question (interrogate) her about what happened at their meeting. Emily could give her all the explanations she wanted, as long as Spencer had something to offer in return.
She walked to the kitchen, expecting to find pancakes on the pan or something but there was nothing at sight. She couldn't help but feel slightly let down by that; she kinda expected that Alison would make her breakfast or leave a note or… something. Sure, they had connected yesterday night and the night before, but they were still lacking on intimacy. Sleeping with Alison was amazing, but Emily missed loving Alison. She knew that their rebuilding was a process and that they had to keep trying. That's why she prayed tonight worked out fine.
"Spencer invited me over for dinner. I'll be out tonight" - She texted her girlfriend and hoped Alison was as enthusiastic about her surprise as she was.
When Alison arrived home, she headed straight to the shower for her second bath of the day. She hadn't been able to scrub off her nightmare of her skin the whole day. Her state was so terrible that she made foolish Grammar mistakes while writing her articles (and her boss almost fired her for that). Luckily, Aria had an appointment with her gynecologist, so she didn't have to come up with some sort of explanation to her friend.
Alison had received Emily's text, but she didn't answer. Honestly, it was all good that Emily was going to be out tonight because she knows that the brunette will pick up that something is wrong and will ask her about it and Alison will deny it because she feels so disgusted at the memory to even admit it to herself. Then, Emily will complain that Alison won't open up and she will argue that they don't have to share everything and then Emily will accuse her of "opening her legs" to someone else and, God, Alison can't even imagine the rest because it already made her heart shatter.
So, Alison decided to pretend to be asleep when Emily arrives home. Sure, she'll be throwing this whole sex week thing away, but she just can't face the brunette right now. If Emily asks her on the next day, Alison will just claim that she was tired and, oh, how the blonde prays she doesn't have another nightmare tonight.
Spencer arrived punctually at 6 pm to pick up Emily and drive her to the Cavanaugh house. Toby was working on a case, so he was only going to arrive late at night (if he arrives at all). Therefore, she and Emily were going to have a lot of time to talk about things.
"So… Is everything okay between you and Ali?" - Spencer bluntly asked as Emily was setting the table.
"We're going through some stuff" - Emily vaguely threw, knowing that it would make Spencer's curiosity itch.
"Define stuff" - Spencer arched her brow, unknowingly falling for Emily's trick.
"Only if you give me something in return" - The vet offered.
"Deal" - The attorney answered automatically, not even considering Emily's second intentions.
"Me and Alison, we've both had rough weeks and we were stressed. Also, we can't reach an agreement over babies or not, but..." - Emily trailed off, remembering those two nights.
"But..."
"We decided to have a sex week and it's doing us great" - She finished.
"That's great, Em!" - Spencer's reaction was more restrained than Hanna's - "I hope you two can talk it out on your issues"
"Yes, me too" - Oh, Emily would love that.
"So… what did you want from me?" - Spencer asked, remembering the vet about their deal.
"I was wondering..." - Emily seemed so bold when she was planning that out, but now she was choking on her own words - "I was wondering if you could lend me a pair of handcuffs" - She blushed.
"H-Handcuffs?!" - Spencer stuttered and coughed nervously - "Are you planning on putting handcuffs on Alison?!" - She began to picture the scene: Alison, who was almost her sister, with her wrists tied up and Emily playing bad cop or something even kinkier.
"K-K-Kind of..." - Emily rubbed the back of her neck and they both shared an awkward moment: Spencer didn't know what to answer and Emily didn't know what to say.
"W-Why don't you go to a sex shop and buy one?" - Spencer inquired, trying to regain her composure.
"B-Because I'm too embarrassed to walk through the front porch of a sex shop!" - Emily exasperated and blushed - "I-I thought that maybe… Toby is a detective, so I thought you might have some handcuffs..."
Spencer smirked. Sweet Emily remained sweet Emily - "We do have handcuffs here and I'm not allowed to lend them" - Emily's face fell - "But… it's for a good reason and I know that… you and Alison will take great of it" - The attorney almost slapped herself at the double sense of her last phrase.
"Thanks, Spence, you're the best!" - Emily gave her a tiny smile.
"You're welcome" - She dismissed it - "But no body fluids, okay?!" - She warned before bringing dinner onto the table.
Alison had delicious spaghetti with meatballs leftover and was currently washing the dishes when she felt hands sneaking up her waist. Her mind panicked and she dropped the plate on the sink.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" - Emily apologized, rubbing her waist with her thumb and pressing kisses on her neck.
"E-Em, you're home already?" - The blonde's heart raced. There was no way she could avoid a conversation and Emily seemed so eager for something…
"Spencer was not in a chatty mood tonight" - Emily pulled Ali's body against her chest while she kissed behind her ear.
"W-What are you doing?" - Alison tried to control her panic, but gripped the edge of the sink nonetheless.
The brunette spun her around easily in her hands - "Do I have to make it clearer to you?" - She arched her brow before fiercely crashing their lips together, Alison having no other choice but to reciprocate. Emily guided them away from the sink and pushed the journalist against the fridge before claiming her neck with her lips. Alison flinched at the aggressiveness of the gesture as it reminded her of something not quite consensual.
"Em..." - Ali pushed her away gently, beginning to think of ways to talk Emily out of this.
"I wanna try something" - Emily announced, spinning Alison around to make her face the fridge.
"Emily?!" - The blonde widened her eyes in surprise as she felt something cold envelop her wrists. Her girlfriend had pinned her arms above her hands and had put handcuffs on her.
"I'm taking charge tonight"- She declared before her hands slid underneath Ali's pajama pants and underwear to find her clit.
Alison hissed, but it wasn't out of pleasure. Her rape memory was now more tangible than ever, her nerves were wrecked and Emily looked at her as if she only wanted to fuck her. Moreover, the handcuffs around her wrists only made her feel more helpless and the fierce way Emily intended to take things tonight was making her panic rise.
The vet, on the other hand, noticed that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite say what. Alison wasn't squirming in her arms like she used to do and, if she hadn't rejected her advances for a fact, she hadn't said yes either.
"Open your legs" - She whispered, trying to test waters, and dipped one fingertip in, finding Alison like she had never before: dry and extremely tight.
When she heard those words and felt that daring fingertip inside her, Alison snapped - "EMILY, STOP!" - She growled. Her heart was beating so hard against her ribcage that it was becoming hard to breathe and tears began to strum down her face.
Emily backed away the instant Alison told her to stop. Shakingly, she found the handcuffs' key and set Ali free, though she didn't understand what was going on. Did she do something wrong last night? Did she do something wrong tonight? Was Alison okay? A thousand concerns flooded her mind.
As soon as her wrists were set free, Alison bolted upstairs. Emily dropped the handcuffs and followed her.
"Alison, what's wrong?" - Emily held her wrist as soon as they reached their bedroom.
"LET ME GO, EMILY!" - She snapped her wrist away.
"Are you mad because of something that I've done?" - Ali heard the brunette's voice crack - "I'm sorry if I was too forward or if I crossed a boundary or if it seemed that I just wanted to fuck you"
Oh Emily, always putting the blame on herself! - "It's not that" - Alison stopped running, but kept her back turned to her girlfriend.
"Then, what is it?"
Alison looked up as more tears streamed down her cheeks. There was no way out now - "I've had a nightmare about jail tonight"
Emily got confused. Ali had never got that emotional over her jail nightmares. Much on the contrary, she seemed to have dealt with it better than she has with her dollhouse dreams. Also, jail has never interfered with sex before.
"I didn't tell you everything about jail" - Alison turned around. She needed to face Emily to do this. She needed to see the brunette's reaction.
"You know you can tell me anything, Ali" - Emily took her hand and it was so tender, so reassuring, that she didn't have the courage to pull away.
"I was raped…" - She forced the words out of her throat - "… the day after they took me to prison" - All Alison wanted to do was break down, but she knew she had to continue - "A group of five girls surrounded me at laundry. They tackled me against the washing machine and beat me" - Ali closed her eyes as her right elbow stung at the memory - "Their leader wanted me to become her bitch, I refused and they… took turns with me" - She cried more, as she replayed the violence in her mind.
Emily clenched her fists while mindless rage pumped inside her veins. Who had dared to do this to Ali?! Her Ali?! Why didn't Emily protect her?! Why did she have to send the girl she loved to prison?! God this was all her fault!
"They decided it would be funny to torture me" - Alison kept her eyes closed and hugged her body as way of protecting herself from a past danger - "So they pressed a hot iron against my elbow and my back and they clawed my stomach. And then..." - This was the worst part of the memory, the part that always broke Alison - "Their leader said: I owe you now bitch… I say the words and you open your legs to me" - And she came undone, unable to control her sobs any longer - "And the worst thing is… that I agreed… because I only wanted it to end"
Emily's lack of words was unnerving and it made Alison open her eyes. What she found was the most heartbreaking sight she's ever seen: Emily crying with puffy red eyes and hand clenched, as if she had drowned in every bit of Ali's pain.
"This is all my fault" - Emily quietly whispered - "I sent you to jail. If I had believed in you, this wouldn't have happened!"
"Emily, don't!" - Alison couldn't take it. Her girlfriend, always so good, so pure, trying to shoulder this blame… Ali cupped her face, making those sweet brown eyes look back at her - "It's not your fault. I brought it upon myself and..."
"No!" - Emily interrupted, cupping Ali's face also. How could the blonde even entertain the idea that she deserved it?! - "Stop it, okay? We've all made mistakes, Ali. You didn't deserve this"
Alison hiccuped softly - "I was so scared!" - And Emily was so warm and so close to her that she couldn't control her need to bury her face in the crook of Em's neck. Emily wrapped her arms protectively around her and Alison was suddenly reminded that she was home.
"I won't let anything happen to you, Alison" - Emily murmured in her hair and kissed the top of her head - "Even in your dreams. I'll always be there for you"
"Thanks" - Alison pulled away slightly, just slightly, so she could still feel the brunette's warmth surrounding her.
"I love you, Ali" - Emily said it in such a sweet tone that Alison couldn't help but feel intoxicated by her voice. They were already so close that Ali didn't even notice what they were doing before their lips molded together in a chaste kiss so fulfilled with love it made her heart skip a beat. Emily had her trapped in an embrace, one hand deep in her golden curls and the other encircled around her waist. Ali kissed her back slowly, cupping her girlfriend's face and feeling delighted that Emily was letting her lead the kiss.
Her legs began to tremble and she couldn't support her own weight anymore. She tried to hold onto Emily, but the other woman was also shaking and they fell on the bed, Emily on top of her.
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I could ship that: Thanks! :)
Drea82581: Thanks! It was about time for Emily to make a move, :P
Guest 1: Don't worry... they will ;)
mcmeli: Exactly, they started taking things for granted. And now they're dealing with Ali's jail memory.
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hunter Blair: Thanks for the compliment! I'm glad you enjoyed Mirrors! :D Haha, I always think of new ways to explore the characters and make them test their limits, lol... Haha, be patient, girl! I try to update once a week, but it depends on how fast my fingers type, xD
Emison vs all: You're a really smart girl! The thing is: they're having sex, not making love - and while sex helps them connect with each other again, they're still lacking on intimacy.
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