A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds. Reviews please! It would be such a great thing right now. I can't believe I'm on chapter 27 with this story. I mean, I know the chapters are short but...wow. I just got to chapter 40 on my Law & Order: SVU fanfic. This is a delight, and there are many more to come!

Crème Yvette

I sighed, giving myself one last look in the mirror. A week later and I was about to have sex with Donny again for the first time.

The past few days he had taken care of me. Stayed in my room with me, helped me get dressed, held me when I cried, helped me get to sleep.

It did seem like he was really warming up to me. He didn't seem like the marriage type at all, but hey...he proposed!

I looked at the faint bruises that remained all over my body. The cuts that had only half-healed. I was disgusted. I was hideous. How the hell did I expect Donny to make love to me?

I sighed and slid my silk robe back on before opening the door and walking back into the bedroom.

Donny was laying across the bed, resting his hands behind his head. As soon as I entered the room he shot up. No doubt from the way I looked.

I got in bed beside him before pulling up the covers.

"Turn off the lights." I commanded.

"What...why?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Please just do it." I pleaded.

He sighed before getting up and flicking off the lightswitch, leaving us in complete darkness. It was one of those cloudy nights where even the moon remained hidden.

"Ow!" Donny exclaimed as he tripped over something his way over. I felt bad, but I would feel even worse if he saw me like this.

He crawled in bed beside me, fumbling around to find the knot it my robe. I stopped him, grabbing his hands and pushing them back before simply grabbing the bottom of the robe, lifting it up and only exposing the part of me that was needed.

"Is something wrong?" Donny asked.

"No." I responded quickly before grabbing him and pulling him on top of me.

Donny groped around, trying to get out of his pants. I wasn't worried about him trying to find his way inside of me. One thing I had learned was that when it came to sex, if a man was seven galaxies away blindfolded and hard he could find his way inside of you.

After finally getting his pants off, Donny fumbled around momentarily. I helped out a bit, spreading my legs apart furthur and grabbing his waist, guiding him into me and gasping loudly. Whatever had been done down there, it hurt like hell right now.

"Are you okay?" Donny asked, stopping halfway. It hurt, but at the same time I was throbbing with need. I needed him. All of him.

"Just wait a second." I breathed, closing my eyes tightly and grimacing, glad he wasn't ab;e to see me.

"Okay." I said before clenhig the sheet tightly as he pushed all of himself inside of me.

It was pain. It was bliss. It was a thick mixture of both. Unlike all the times I had been dominated, whipped, spanked, cut, choked, this pain wasn't pleasure, because never before had it been in such an uncomfortable place. At the same time though, Donny was careful. He checked to be sure I was okay, hesitated before each movement, as though the wrong thing would break me.

"Jesus I can't do this." he suddenly stopped.

"What? Why?" I panted, so close to coming that I could kill him if he didn't start fucking me again.

"It feels like I'm fucking raping you. You're barely even wet."

I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't find the words. I wanted this, needed this. I didn't know the full extent of what had been done to me, and neither did the doctors, but I wanted to erase the memories of those horrible things. I wanted to create new ones. I wanted him.

"Please...baby, honey you don't understand. I need this." I pleaded, putting his hands on my face.

"You need this. Yeah, what about me? I'm supposed to sit here, listen to you in pain, and get off on that? You think I'm some kind of sick guy?" his eyes darkened with a strange anger I couldn't decipher.

"No. Baby, no. Please I just...please. Just make love to me. That's all I want."

Donny looked down at me, muttered something before slowly pushing again.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, tightening them as he quickened. Suddenly he began grunting loudly, moving faster, recklessly, carelessly. It hurt-no killed.

"Donny." I whimpered, in am immense amount of pain. He ignored me, only thrusting faster.

"Donny please stop!" I choked, but he ignored me, putting a hand over my mouth. I knew he was about to come but I felt like I was about to rip open painfully.

"DONNY!" I screamed before pushing him off me with all of my strength.

I looked up at him. I could only make out a few features in the darkness, but he looked furious.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he roared before lifting his fist and bringing it down quickly on a pillow, mere centimeters from my head.

He grabbed it and threw it across the room before grabbing his clothes and storming out, leaving me sobbing and immobile on the bed.

It took a good half hour before I was able to move. I was just getting ready to sit up when the door opened and Hugo flicked on the light switch.

He took one look at me. Naked, sobbing, the sheets covered in blood, before walking over without a word.

He bent over and grabbed me, cradling me in his arms before walking over to the bathroom and placing me in the tub, turning on the hot water.

As he left I sat there, staring at the water running from the spiket. My fiance had raped me. He hated me.

The tears fell without me even really feeling them. Emotions ran through me. I was afraid. I was angry. I was shocked. Donny. My Donny.

It stung. It burned. It felt like something had been torn inside of me. Hugo returned before turning off the water and looking at me.

He grabbed my hand, which had been resting on the edge of the tub before giving it a squeeze and slamming it behind him, leaving me all alone in the world.

BIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIR

I was leaning down in the fridge before Aldo grabbed me, pulling me out and getting me with a punch to the jaw so fierce that it sent me reeling.

"What the fuck was that for?" I exclaimed, holding my jaw. Stars danced in front of my eyes. What the fuck was his problem.

"This is my problem!" he yelled before throwing a balled up set of bed sheets. I caught them in surprise, staring up at him in confusion.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked. He had to have been drunk.

"My problem is the blood on those sheets Donowitz! Blood from yer so-called girl that yeh raped half an hour ago!"

I stared down at him, my eyes making their way down to the ball of linens I held in my hand. Sure enough as I rotated, I caught a glimpse of red. I threw them to the ground before looking down.

I had tried not to think about it. I don't know what the hell happened. I just lost control. She kept driving me to fuck her, and I had been getting shit from Aldo all week for what had happened to her. He blamed me. It wasn't like I tried to rape her, it just...happened.

"I didn't mean for it to happen. It just...did."

Aldo's eyes flashed. The way they got when we was angry. If I got the chance I could easily pin him down my Hugo was standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

"It just did? You raped her Donny! You left her cryin' up there, bleedin'! Like an animal!"

"Why is it even your concern? You seem to be forgetting that she's mine, not yours."

That's what did it. Aldo grabbed my coller before throwing me across the room. I hit the counter, falling down to the floor. Damn, he was stronger than he looked.

He put a foot on me before Hugo walked over. None of us said anything, and Hugo crouched down beside me before hawking one right in my face.

His kraut spit landed right on my forehead. Bastard.

"Get the hell out my house." Aldo growled into my ear before getting off me. Both of the left, slamming the door.

What the hell had I done?

BIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIR

I watched Hugo sitting in the corner of the bathroom as I laid in the tub. He had yet to say anything since he first came in, and things were now getting a little awkward.

Not to mention the fact that none of the guys seemed to remember the fact that I was a woman now. I got barged in on naked all the time, and none of them seemed to even care. Not that I really minded either, it was just something I wasn't used to.

Wie sand Sie fuhlen? he suddenly asked.

(How are you feeling?)

I looked up, into his cold eyes, which were now full of something else. Emotion? Life. I never really knew he was anything other than...well, Hugo.

Wie scheiße. Wie sollte ich fühlen, werden? I sighed, resting my head on my knees.

(Like shit. How should I be feeling?)

Hugo chuckled, before opening his mouth to say something. Before he could, Aldo opened the door and walked in.

The two men looked at each other and Aldo whispered something before Hugo glanced at me and departed.

Aldo closed the door behind hi, walking over and putting his hands in his pockets. He sat on the edge of the tub.

"You ready to get out?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Can you walk?"

"Probably not." I sighed.

He leaned down, feeling around to get a grip on my body before lifting me out of the water.

I shivered in his muscular arms, not even caring about the fact that I was naked anymore. More humiliating things had just happened.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me to the bed and set me down carefully, gently, as though he would break me if he didn't.

"Let me get you a towel." he mumbled before returning to the bathroom.

He came back a few seconds later. The sheets on the bed were fresh. Stripped, as though everything that had just happened had been erased.

Aldo came back, putting the towel around my body and wrapping it tightly before grabbing a pile of blankets that was in the chair in the corner of my room. It was a warm early June evening, but I was freezing. Was it shock? Or just the bath.

I lay down, clutching the pillow. They hadn't gotten rid of those. It still smelled like him. Still smelled like my bat-weilding warrior. As I looked over I noticed a white stain on the floor. He must have came as soon as I pushed him off. I needed him here. Missed him.

I choked back the sobs, but it didn't work. Before I knew it I was grasping the pillow, spilling tears into it.

I didn't hear Aldo until he was sitting beside me, pulling me into his arms and rocking me gently.

He kicked his shoes off, pulling back the covers and getting into the bed with me,

"It's okay to cry. Just get up inside the nook there."

"What?" I sat up, chuckling lightly.

"In my nook. Get in that nook. Right here." he swept me into the space between his head and shoulder. I buried my face, allowing myself this once to let go.

The ring on my finger felt heavier than ever, and I couldn't help but wonder...would I ever get him back?