A/N For the few people ripping my head off because of the content of this story, 'READ THE WARNING AT THE BEGINNING OF THE FIRST CHAPTER'. I'm getting irritated to the point of just taking this story down. I told you at the start what's in 'Undeniable', and if you didn't read the warning ITS NOT MY FAULT. It's in bold ffs. Now 'YES' there are two rape scenes, they're not extremely explicit, but they're for the benefit of the story (One of those scenes is in this chapter)

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Warning - Rape Scene

Pushing me from behind, I winced at the sting of pain that shot through my shoulder as I stumbled into the familiar room. Smelling the scent of wet musk and still air, they hadn't bothered with turning off the lights this time. Instead, from the instant I tilted my head upwards, my eyes landed on the man clad in black; his face shielded by the same mask as before.

Not moving as the door behind me ceiled shut, and the man took a step forward, I stayed perfectly still. What's the point in running? There's nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Not that I could. He would catch me before I could take the few steps anyway. So instead, I waited. Waited for him to slowly creep up to me until he was only a few inches from my body. Staring down with his icy blue eyes, I kept a hold of his wondering orbs, I could see the confusion reflect inside.

I suppose it must have been odd that I didn't scream or fight. That I just stood willingly, even though I knew what was going to happen. What he was going to do to me. Flickering in my brain were a hundred scenarios of what might happen. Would he grab me? Would he taunt me? Would he hurt me? I don't see why he couldn't. There's no one watching, no one here to save me if he decided to use me as a human punching bag.

Feeling the heat of his stare, I looked down in a sort of silent submission. I don't want to antagonise him. I don't want to give him a reason to hurt me. Hearing him shift, I braced myself but became startled when all he did was reach for a piece of my tangled brown hair as it rested just along my collar bone. Trailing my eyes to his flesh hand, they wandered over the light tanned skin. His hand looked strong, calloused but young. Odd, I thought

Watching as he caressed the strands of hair between his fingers, they slowly moved up the length of my hair until they reached the root. Wincing with a hiss, his fingers had threaded through to clutch a patch of my hair tight. Feeling the painful pull on my scalp, my hands instantly went up to clutch around his wrist. Fear spike in my heart. Looking up at him, he leered down at me with his eyes before pulling and pushing me over to tumble to the floor.

Landing on my knees, the impact of the hard tiles shot through my legs and up to my pelvis. Not letting go of my hair, he had adjusted himself to kneel behind me before I felt him let go. Feeling the instinct to move and escape, the cold touch of his metal hand pressed down on the back of my neck to keep me still; pushing the side of my face to touch the dirties ground below. Feeling him press up from behind me as I angled over, his knee's kicked my own apart while his other hand pulled up the edge of my dress. Shifting forward, my knees and arms were starting to ache from being in the uncomfortable position.

Feeling him still and his hand press further into my neck, I breathe of air escaped my lungs in a heave. I felt as if my airways were restricted by something as he started push up from behind me again. Hearing the quick rustle of a zipper and fabric, he had slammed into me in one hard movement; catching me off guard at how quick it had all happened.

Feeling tears instantly leak down my face and onto the floor, my eyes went wide and an explosion of pain erupted from between my legs as a force pushed past my cervix "No…stop" I groaned as I tried to get up. I felt regret at not fighting back. Reaching behind me with one of my hands, I tried to push him away but he ignored my protests in order to keep drilling deeper with every thrust. Feeling sobs vibrate from my chest and echo into the room, the shooting pain continued as I was left a whimpering mess in the clutches of a man I had never seen, heard or knew.

End of Scene

Laying back in my bed, I breathed a painful breath as every time I moved, my lower body spiked with pain. Feeling tired and groggy, my eyes fluttered opened and closed as I lay curled on my side. Inhaling shallowly, one hand rested under the pillow while the other touching my stomach.

Brought back maybe a few hours ago from the tiled room, I had yet to see Erik. What was taking him so long? He's usually in here after about ten minutes. Feeling concerned, my brows scrunched together as my body shuttered. Feeling myself heat up and a drop of sweat roll down my forehead, I couldn't help but feel suddenly sick. Pulling the blankets closer, I thought that I might be getting a fever. It's probably from the food they're giving me.

Feeling my eyes close, I had drifted off into a cold void of darkness when I felt a hand shake me by my shoulder "A-lia. Op-n yo-r ey-s" not hearing the voice that called out to me, all it sounded like, was a dull echo from far away. Somehow though, my body felt as if the words the person was trying to tell me were important. Feeling mentally paralysed, I fought to open my eyes. Why was this so hard? What was wrong with me? "-pen your eyes"

Fighting harder, my eyes slowly opened wide and my blurred vision began to focus. Looking up, my site was sideways, indicating I must still be laying down. Looking around, I tried to find the source of the voice when I landed on Erik's concerned face. Squatting in front of me, he looked level at my face with a worried expression on his youth full face "Erik" I whispered. Scrunching my brows together, I groaned as the aching pain I had forgotten made its presence known.

"Look at me" he instructed firmly. Feeling his hand press against my forehead, he felt my temperature as I looked at him. Moving his hand, his fingers pushed back a few strands of sweaty hair "what happened?" he asked.

"I didn't…" I started, feeling out of breath and weak. Tired "…it hurts" I said plainly. That's all I had the strength to say.

Looking me up and down, he couldn't find any obvious signs "Where?" he asked as I clutched the scratchy grey blanket close to me. Noticing my movements, his hands grabbed and tugged at the blanket until it pooled off the edge of the mattress and into a pile. Feeling my eyes start to close again, I glanced at his mortified and sour expression. Looking back up to me, his thin lips parted slightly as his fingers tapped at my cheek "Amelia" he called "don't fall asleep. You have to keep your eyes open" grabbing my arms to pull me up into a sitting position, my head lolled slightly to the side. Feeling my hands rest in my lap, I suddenly felt a warm sort of wetness smear my bottom of my hands.

I don't know how I could have missed it, it stood out so much. Feeling my chest constrict, I had noticed the pool of dark blood seeping through my thin grey dress. Feeling the slipperiness between my thighs and under my fingers tips, I instantly started to panic "Erik!" I called. Turning my head with wide eyes, Erik had moved to stand with his body half outside the metal door. Looking back at me, his gaze landed on my hands and petrified look.

Marching over to me instantly, he crouched beside the bed again as I heard the sound of moving wheels and hurried footsteps "It's alright Amelia. Look at me" he said, grabbing my chin with his fingers to make me look at him "they're on their way" fisting my bloodied hands in my grey dress, the noises from outside had gotten louder and they entered. Two Doctors and a gurney. Getting up from his crouched position, Erik leaned down and hooked an arm under my legs and behind my back. Ignoring the blood smearing and dripping down my calves, Erik settled me on the gurney.

"Hurry up-"zoning out from Erik's firm words, my mind started to wander and become confused. Feeling myself float, my eyes stared up at the grey rounded ceiling as several L.E.D lights past me by one at a time in a sort of hypnotic trance.

Winding our way turning left and right, I turned my head to look at Erik's stern face as his hand rested on the side of the gurney. Looking around, I realised they had wheeled me into a different medical room. Looking up at the bright lamp light above, the other two Doctors, whose names I didn't know, started to assist Erik. Grabbing several parts of my body they lifted me from the gurney to place me down on a separate more stable one.

Feeling the new cold leather under my back, Erik came to stand at the end of the table. Unhooking and hooking a latch, he had separated my legs to bend at a slight angle in order to have my legs apart. What is he doing? Watching him with a squinted haze, Erik started to pry at between my legs. Feeling a throbbing pain, Erik was passed several items as I watched his lips moved silently. Why couldn't I hear him?

Feeling sharp pinches, it wasn't long when Erik emerged his hands to reveal them covered with fresh blood. Wiping his hands with a white towel, he looked at me with an odd look. Staring up at him, from this state of mind, he looked different. He looked unlike the person I knew to be caring and safe. Watching his lips move again, my eyes decided to feel like led weights, and I drifted to darkness.

Coming too, I looked around for any sign of life. Where was I? Scanning around, the room looked different then my own. It was larger, brighter and full of clean medical beds. Was this the room Erik had told me about? Was this the room they were going to take us to – afterwards? Is that why I'm here? Feeling my heart beat faster, I tried to think back, but I couldn't remember. Everything was hazy. Hearing the double door of the room flip open, Erik walked in with a glass of water "It's good to see that you're awake. I was starting to get worried"

Coming to stand beside me, he set the glass down on a portable table. Using the palm of my hands, I went to sit up "Don't sit up" frowning, I stared up at him "you can't be sitting at the moment, you'll tear your stitches"

Leaning instead on my elbows "What happened to me?" I asked "I can't remember?" feeling a slight headache form behind my eyes, he held out two white pills.

"Take these. They're for the pain" looking down at his palm, I shifted my weigh and reached up with a shaky hand to take them. Popping the two pills into my mouth, Erik handed me the water and I took two large gulps before giving it back to set down on the table "…as for what happened. You suffered from severe tearing. It looked worse than it was. I stitched you back up, so it should heal perfectly fine"

Watching the vivid flashbacks as he spoke, he told the truth. I was bleeding – everywhere. Sighing, I felt the throb in between my thighs "Will you make me go back?" I asked. I was afraid he might say yes.

Shaking his head "Not for now. I can't risk you tearing your stitches and getting an infection. Once that's healed, and if you aren't already pregnant, you will try again" not liking his tone of voice, I couldn't help but hear how he was talking to me right now. As if he were professional and unattached to me and my wellbeing.

Noticing my distant look, he added "I'm glad you're alright. I was worried" giving me a lucid smile, his hand reached out to skim across my cheek. Feeling the warmth of his finger, my eyes fluttered. This was more familiar – his subtle affection "please rest. You'll be staying here so I can keep an eye on you" nodding his head slightly "you should lye back down" doing as he instructed, my arms shifted and my back straightened as I lay.

"Thank you" I said quickly before he started to turn around "for helping me"

Smiling "Your welcome Amelia"