Merry Christmas ya filthy animals.

Warnings: rated M for themes, lime, slight violence and OOC

Disclaimer: I do not own Miss Lindsey's book and the Austin & Ally characters

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Previously on the Captive Bride

Ally's room was at the opposite end of the hall from Dez's. She went into her room where a hot bath awaited her. She shed her clothes off and slid into the tub. The heat and the crowded railway car had made her feel sticky and wet, making it absolutely heavenly as the hot water and lavender scented bath soothed her body.

After her bath, Ally got dressed and climbed up her bed. The hot bath relaxed her and the warm blankets made her sigh. She lay there on her bed and let sleep overtake her senses.

Chapter 6

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Sometime in the middle of the night Ally was awakened from a peaceful sleep by a noise in her room. She opened her eyes to see a tall figure standing above her. Ally wondered what on earth Dez was doing standing beside her bed looking down at her in the dark.

Wait.

The guy had something covering his face and why on earth would Dez be in the room with something covering his face? Realization dawned on Ally, but before she could let out a scream, a huge hand clamped down over her mouth. She tried to push him away, but the man was too strong for her.

Suddenly, he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, crushing her body against his and running his free hand boldly up and down her side.

Dear Lord.

She thought frantically.

He's going to rape me!

Ally started to struggle violently, but her attacker dropped her back on the bed and quickly bound a gag over her mouth, tying it tightly behind her head. He pulled a sack over her head and pushed it down over her body, tying it around her knees. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder

Ally tried kicking her feet to throw him off balance, but he bounced her up in the air, so that Ally's breath was knocked out of her as she landed back on his shoulder. She could tell he was walking and she heard the bedroom door open and close. They seemed to be descending the stairs, she then felt a slight breeze touch her bare feet. They must be outside.

What is this man going to do to me? Did I come to this forsaken country just to die—and how will I die? Will I be raped?! Why did I ever—Dez! Oh, Dez will be devastated! I have to get away! Ally frantically tried to kick and squirm, trying to get away from the evil man's clutches. All that did was make the man walk faster.

Ally heard the man speak in a different language.

He must be a native!

The man handed her to another person who laid her over something. Ally kept squirming, trying to get away. She felt someone whack something beside her, making her yelp. Boisterous laughter soon followed. She then felt herself bounce up and down, like she was riding a horse, but she felt like she was a sack of potato, lying across the horse. A hand was pressed into her back, as if the person was afraid she will fall. Ally hysterically laughed in her mind, why would the man care.

Ally's heart was beating so fast she was afraid it would burst. Where was he taking me? She wondered, then it dawned on her. Of course—they would be going to the desert. What better place to rape a woman than the desert—where her futile attempts of screaming wouldn't be heard. They could easily dispose of her body too!

Ally listened closely to her surroundings, noting how there were multiple hooves clapping against the earth. They must be riding with other men. Was this going to be a gang rape?! Ally's thoughts screeched.

They rode for hours, Ally lost track of time. Her hair was tangled over her face and her stomach ached from the position she was in. They were taking her farther into the desert, but suddenly, they halted.

It's going to happen now, she thought frantically as she was lowered to the ground. When she felt no hands on her, she tried to run. Ally fell forward on her knees, forgetting that the sack was tied around her knees. Feeling humiliated, Ally started whimpering for that was all she can do. She would have been crying hysterically if she hadn't had the gag in her mouth. Her toes sank into the cold desert sand.

Ally felt the rope being untied at her knees and she lunged forward, trying to escape again, but strong arms pulled her back and she was trapped in between the man's arms and broad chest. She was imprisoned from the man's arms and she felt the man deeply chuckle. He lifted her up onto the horse then mounted behind her. She was at least going to ride upright this time.

But, why were they riding again? Why hadn't they done anything to her? Realization struck Ally. They must have been planning on selling her as a slave! That was probably it, she thought miserably. They would use her and sell her for profit. She had always said that she would be a slave to no man in marriage. But, now she would be a real slave—to a master who could do anything he wanted to her and have no say in the matter.

The hours dragged on slowly until Ally began to see light through the rough material of the sack and she knew it must be dawn. She thought of Dez and of his misery when he finds out of her disappearance.

Where were they taking her? Ally could feel the sweat trickling down her sides and legs as the day grew hotter. They were far out in the desert, Ally could feel the hot wind caressing her bare feet.

Finally, they stopped. Ally was lowered to the ground again, her legs a bit numb. The sun blinded her for a second as someone pulled the sack up over her head. When she could see again, she saw a short native. The man handed her a robe, a cloth and a rope. Ally looked at him questioningly and the man pointed to the cloth and said "Kufiyah." He then untied the gag from her mouth and left.

There were about 3 men; two short men and one huge man who was watering the horses. The native who gave her the cloth and rope then handed her some bread and water. Ally took the offering and gladly ravished the food. She was starving.

When Ally was done eating, the huge man came up to her and disposed of her trash. Ally observed the huge man and noted how he was much taller than most natives. He had the cloth similar to hers covering his face so she couldn't see what he looked like. The man then helped her put her robe on and arranged the Kufiyah on her head. He then led her to the shade and pushed her down the sand.

Terrified, Ally shrank from him. But the big man just laughed harshly and left to help his companions. They fed the horses under the shade and the rest of the men sat down to eat. The tallest man went to grab something and returned with a rifle. Fear consumed Ally as she saw the man walk with the weapon in his hands.

Is he going to shoot me?! Dear God, please! Dez would be so devastated.

I swallowed my eminent sobs and sat up straighter. To my relief, the man turned left and stood on a rock, obviously standing guard. Ally let out sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead then gathering her hair and putting it on her left side. She felt so exhausted her eyelids were drooping. Ally internally debated whether she should stay awake in case an opportunity for her to escape opens, but her fatigued body was slowly sagging into a fetal position, eventually, Ally succumbed into deep sleep.

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They rode for three more nights, resting during the hottest part of the days. They started to climb out of the desert. Ally could see trees around them, the air also became significantly cooler. They must be going high up the mountains, which explained the cooler weather. She wished desperately that this living nightmare was truly just a bad dream. Soon, she would wake up back in the boat, with Dez softly knocking on her cabin door, waking her up for breakfast. She truly wished that she was just in a state of deep slumber and couldn't tell her dream apart from reality. How she wished that this was just some twisted nightmare. But, Ally knew, even if she denied it, that this was reality. She was truly kidnapped by barbarians and only God knows what's in store for her future.

A fire blazed up ahead of them, catching Ally's attention away from her deep thoughts. One of the men with her shouted something and the group slowed down, passing through the trees that had shrouded them into darkness. They arrived into some sort of camp. There were five tents, one larger than the rest, circled around the fire. Shadows danced around the camp for the fire was the only source of light. Four men with huge smiles on their faces approached the men who surrounded Ally, soon engaging into conversations filled with what seemed to be pats of congratulations and hearty laughter. Ally's gaze landed behind the chattering men. There were women peeking their heads outside of the tents, but they remained where they were.

Ally was lifted off her horse and was placed on the ground. The cold ground was soothing to her sore bare feet, tingles of pleasure shook her spine as she felt like melting into a puddle of goo. The idea of running right then entertained Ally's mind, but she wasn't stupid. She knew for a fact that she wouldn't get too far with all the people that lived in the camp seemed to be against her escaping. They were faster and stronger than her, especially in her weak state. If she wanted to escape, she'll have to think of a clever plan, outsmarting them seemed to be the ideal way to escape.

The tallest of the men that captured her led her to the largest tent and deposited her unceremoniously on a backless couch with low, rounded arms at each end. Quickly, Ally tried to compose herself by pushing her tangled locks away from her face and rubbed the dried off tears from her dirty face.

Ally scanned her surroundings and found the tent to be quite large inside, multicolored rugs adorned the floor. The tent was curtained on three sides with a sheer material through which she could see the bright flames of the fire, illuminating the inside of the tent. The fourth side of the tent was draped with a heavy material, slightly draped aside, making Ally see another room.

The main room (she assumed it was), was sparsely furnished. Another light blue, velvet couch faced the one she was sitting on, near the back of the tent, with a long, low table in between. A small cabinet was at the corner of the tent with a jeweled goblet and goatskin on top of it. Small, colorful pillows were scattered on the couch and on the floor.

Ally's tall captor stood from a distance in front of her, his broad back facing her as he removed his kufiyah and robe. He laid them on top of the cabinet and poured something from the goatskin into the goblet. The man wore some knee-length suede boots, a short tunic and loose fitting trousers tucked inside his boots.

"I can see that you're going to be very hard to manage, Ally-cat."

Ally was startled to hear the man speak in perfect English, irked with the pet name he'd given her, but his voice sent shiver down her spine. Something at the back of her head kept telling her that she's heard that voice before, somewhere.

"But," the man continued, "you're here now and you know that you belong to me, perhaps you will not try to run away so often."

How dare he? The audacity. Ally's eyes widened and her mouth hung open in irritation, but what added to fuel her anger was when the man faced her, hazel eyes boring into hers with his messy, mop of blonde hair and a smirk adorning his face.

Ally's sputtering state had him chuckling. "I've been waiting to see that look on your face, ever since you left me that night, Ally."

The petite girl's body shook in anger, her cheeks flushed, eyebrows knitted together and an accusing finger pointed at the man he believed was the demon's spawn.

"You!" She screamed. "What are you doing here and how dare you kidnap me and bring me to this forsaken place? My uncle will kill you, Austin Moon!"

"So, you're not afraid of me anymore, Ally? Just a moment ago you were crying and shaking. I don't think I would mind you begging and pleading for my mercy." Austin's eyes glinted mischievously as he looked down on the woman he desired.

"I would never give you the satisfaction, Mr. Moon." Hatred shone through Ally's eyes. She then stood up and demanded, "now, will you please tell me why you brought me here? If it's a ransom you want, my uncle will give you anything. I would like this matter handled quickly so I may get out of this place and your sickening company."

He smiled at her. His hazel eyes hypnotized her. Those golden flecks just held her on a trance. Why did he have to be so damned handsome? Ally thought irrelevantly.

"I suppose I should enlighten you about why I've brought you here." Austin sat down on the couch across form her and motioned for her to do the same. He sipped on his goblet and quirked an eyebrow. He seemed to be intently studying the young woman in front of him, languidly swirling the wine in his goblet.

"I don't usually explain myself to people, but I guess I can make you an exception." Austin smirked, as if he was trying to humor her. He leaned on the couch's arm and paused before continuing. He looked more serious and looked at Ally closely. "You see, Ally dear, the first time I laid my eyes on you in London, I knew I wanted you. At first, I tried it your way, I declared my feelings to you and asked for your hand in marriage. When you refused, I decided to have you my own way. Then, I sent your beloved uncle to this country the night you refused me."

Austin's words slowly sunk into Ally's mind, leaving the brunette in a state of shock sparked with anger.

"So, it was you who had my uncle sent here!"

"You will not interrupt again until I am finished. Is that clear?" Austin asked brusquely.

The cold glint in Austin's eyes had Ally nodding. Something about his demanding tone told her that she had no other choice. It was almost bone chilling. Plus, she wanted to know more, her curiosity demanded she hear him out.

"As I said, I arranged for your brother to be sent here. It was only a question of knowing the right people. If you had stayed in England, I wouldn't have had too much trouble taking you away and bringing you to my home there. But, you would've found it easier to escape there, unlike here. It's the way of the people of this land to take captives so don't expect anyone helping you in this camp." Austin smiled wickedly at Ally. "You're mine now, Ally. The sooner you realize that, the better it will be for you."

Flying off the couch, Ally paced furiously. She has never met someone so selfish and barbaric! "I cannot believe what you've told me! How could you possibly imagine that I'd marry you after what you've done to me?"

Austin's response wasn't typical. His head tilted back as he laughed. "Marry?" He scoffed. "I offered you marriage once, I will not again. I do not have to marry you to have you in this land." He came to her and took her in his arms. "You may call yourself my slave, but not my wife."

Just when Ally thought Austin couldn't be any more barbaric. "I will be no man's slave! I'll kill myself before I submit to you." Ally screamed, squirming and failing to get out of his tight embrace.

"Do you think that I'd let you kill yourself, after I've waited so long for you?" Austin murmured huskily. He lowered his lips to her and kissed her passionately, holding her head with one hand and both her arms with the other.

The touch of Austin's lips upon hers had Ally's body heated. Heated with hatred or...heated with want? The sensation was per say, not horrible, but it disgusted Ally more to even think how his kisses jolted something within her like some unquenchable fire. She went limp in his arms, but before she could manage to kick his nether region, Austin picked her up, his laughter ringing inside the tent.

"That little trick of yours won't work again, Ally."

Austin carried Ally through the heavy curtains to his bed. When Ally saw his intent, she began to fight in earnest, but, he dropped her on his bed, caging her body in with his. Austin's body heat radiated and Ally could smell him. His fresh and earthy scent was so unutterably manly that it had Ally's body weakening. She beat on his chest but to Austin, it felt like a mere infant's kicks.

"I think now I'll see if your body matches your beautiful your face."

Panic was etched upon Ally's face as Austin untied the robe she was wearing. He threw his leg over her to still her kicking and with one rending tear, he ripped her nightdress apart.

Ally screamed, only to find his lips on hers and his tongue probing deeply in her mouth. But, this time, his kiss was gentle and soft, making her head spin with mixed feelings. He moved his lips to her neck, peppering it with light kisses and with his free hand, boldly placed his hand on her bosom. Searching her eyes for a response, Austin looked down at her face, his pupils dilated from his aroused state.

"You're even more beautiful that I had dreamed possible. I want you, Ally," he whispered huskily, his lips moving south on Ally's body, leaving her body on fire.

Her mind was telling her to say something to make him stop, her strength was no match. "You're no gentleman, Mr. Moon. Must you rape me against my will?"

Austin looked at her then, she saw the desire from his hazel eyes fading away. He released her and stoop up beside his bed. He gazed down on her, his mouth pressed together, jaw rigid as his eyes had a cold glint on them.

"I've never claimed to be a gentleman, but I will not rape you. When I make love to you, it will be because you want it as much as I." A smirked adorned his face as his next words, his promise, was said oh so confidently. "And trust me, Ally. You will want me."

"Never!" She hissed, pulling the remains of her tattered nightdress closer to her body, attempting to cover herself. "I will never want you, you beast!"

"We shall see, Ally. We shall see." With that said, Austin turned away, his words ringing through Ally's head, repeating like a mantra.

Ally put the robe Austin stripped from her back on and laid down. Her thoughts were jumbled mess. So, Austin wouldn't rape her. How Ally wished that he was a man of his word, then she would not have to worry much when she plans for her escape. Several things bothered Ally to no end and some of them were what was he doing in this land and why did the tribe accept him as their own, even as their leader. She couldn't understand it and the questions lingered in her mind without answers. In her exhausted state and confused mind, Ally succumbed into deep sleep, hoping to have sweeter dreams than her current reality.

I would explain my long absence but, MERRY CHRISTMAS!