Sorry for not updating in forever, again. I warn you now, this chapter will have rape in it; the rape itself will not be shown, but still. This idea has been stuck in my head for a while and I've been debating on whether or not to put it in, which is mostly the reason for my update status. Feel free to stop reading this story now if you do not feel comfortable with it because I really don't want to deal with flames. To all those who have kept up with this story so far: Thank you.

Normal

Thought

Flashback

Dream

Elizabeth's POV

I woke up in a strange room and was just wondering how the hell I got there when my mind became completely clear and I noticed that my wrists were tied to a bed.

What in the world? Who moved me while I was sleeping?

"Hello, Elizabeth, you little bitch," I heard a cold voice say, but with extreme smoothness. I knew who it was, just by the nearly loving way he said it.

"Damnit Lucifer, what are you doing?" I asked with a snarl, looking up at the man.

"I know about the amulet. You won't be using it again," he said, and I started thinking of how he could punish me. I just hoped to God that it wouldn't involve any of my friends or the baby getting hurt.

"Don't worry about those friends of yours, or the little one. I have a much better punishment in store for you. Since pain obviously doesn't work, I'll use pleasure to show you your place. Oh, and those ropes stop you from taking any of your forms, so don't even try," he said, smiling. He then bent down and kissed my sweet spot: the spot where my neck met my shoulder. I bit back a moan, and he smiled.

"So, you like that," he said, beginning to lick the spot.

"N-no, now get off me!" I said, attempting to struggle.

"Hmm, no, I don't think I will," he said, removing his shirt.

"Oh dear God, please no. Please don't do this," I said, tears threatening to fall. He looked at me with satisfaction.

"It's to late for that, bitch," he said before tearing my cloak off.

Hours later

I was in my cell, lying on the straw. I felt sick to my stomach, and I just wanted to die. He was right, he used pleasure to punish me. I had actually liked it. Not what he was doing, no, I mean, nobody likes having sex against their will,being raped, but the sensations were what I liked. I hated that I liked them, but I did all the same. That wasn't the only thing. He took the amulet. That bastard took my only chance at escape, quite possibly my only chance at sanity.

Syrus, I'm so sorry. I, I, I had sex with the devil! I've failed you. I'm unfaithful.

I finally let the tears fall, and broke into silent sobs. Suddenly the baby moved, as if scared, worried. As if it were trying to figure out if I were all right.

"Shh, shh, it's okay. Mommy's here. I'm okay, and I'll make sure no one hurts you. It'll be okay. Shh, go back to sleep." I said, all the while gently stroking my slightly swollen belly. It seemed a little sappy, but it also felt so right.

"Must be the maternal instincts kicking in. Hmm, oh well, if anyone thinks I've gone soft, I'll show 'em that they're wrong, won't I little one?" I said, feeling a very small kick in reply before the movement stilled. I chuckled.

"Sleep tight, little one. I'll keep you safe, just like my mother did with me," I said before feeling more tears fall.

Mother, if only you Father and Cedric were alive to see this. Well, I'm sure that you already know, being that Cedric knew before I did. Still, I wish that you could be able to hold your grandchild. That is, if I ever get to. I have to get out of here.

With that last thought, I blanked out. Not asleep, but not quite awake either. I was just going to where I never died, never went to Hell, and never got raped. A place that, sadly, didn't exist outside of my mind, and barely existed there.