A/N: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. IT ALSO CONTAINS PHYSICAL ABUSE AND INDICATIONS OF RAPE. PLEASE CONSIDER THIS A WARNING.
If you do want to skip this chapter then you can by all means, I have tried to section it off for those who do not wish to read such content and still enjoy the flow of the story.
Alya offered Marinette a ride home with her and Nino but Marinette refused. "Don't be silly Alya, I live almost round the corner, its not even a 5 minute walk"
Marinette giggled and swayed a little. She had over done it on the drink after what had happened. She reassured Nino who decided to make a move before Alya threw up in the car. Marinette turned to walk the well known path home.
She heard footsteps behind her. When she turned to look no one was there. The hairs on the back of her neck went up, her innate senses told her there was danger. She couldn't transform. She was certainly in no state to be Lady Bug right now. Hoping she had imagined it she carried on walking. Sure enough the footsteps started up again. She decided to speed up. The footsteps sped up to. The footsteps sped quicker then hers and just as she was passing an alley between two buildings a hand grabbed her arm and swung her into the darkness.
She was pined against a wall. One strong arm around her mouth almost suffocating her as she tried desperately to scream and breathe through her nose. She could smell drink and the faint smell of blood on the heavy man in front of her. She saw something glinting as a light hit something metal, glowing almost in the darkness. It was a knife.
"shhhhhhhh" the man leered as he used his free arm to pull the knife to her throat. "Make this nice and easy and no-one gets hurt"
She could feel herself sobbing as he took his hand away from her mouth. "Please just take what you want, I have cash in my purse, just take it."
She felt the hand with the knife move from her throat and the sharp edge of the knife drew up the inside of her thigh. "Don't worry, I'll take everything I want" the man threw her into the bags of rubbish that adorned the alleyway. As he lowered himself onto her she kicked out. Her Ladybug instincts to stand and fight despite the sting from the cut on her thigh. But she wasn't protected by her suit.
"I warned you" the man said having been seemingly unaffected by her kick. He put his body weight on hers and used something cold and plastic to tie her hands together behind her back so she couldn't bring them round. He gagged her with a scarf that stank of urine, he put it in her mouth, she was glaring at him.
"Someone will stop you" she managed to mumble out of the scarf.
She could make out a smile on his lips as he bent in close to her, now gagged. "No, its just you and me. The police didn't catch me earlier and I didn't get to finish what I started"
She could feel her skirt being hitched up as she tried to kick away at him. The warm contrast of blood dripping down her thigh against the cold night. Fear was sinking in. The man held the knife to her throat again and she knew he was serious. She stopped struggling. She had to. It took every fibre of her being to stop herself from retaliating. She couldn't risk being killed and leaving Louis without his mother.
'Chat, please, save me' her desperate thoughts pleaded whilst she knew there was no way out. She sobbed, clenching her teeth and succumbed to the fate.
She felt her pants being pulled to one side, hesitation and then ripped off using the knife, the point of the blade etching her skin once more. She felt the man's heavy body press against her petite frame and face as he prepared himself for entry. And then it was gone. The weight, the pressure, the horrible breath and smell. She opened her eyes and she was alone. Tied up still, no panties, the cut along her thigh still bleeding, the sting of a fresh cut near her groin where the man had cut her panties off, and a small nick on her neck where he must have caught her with the knife.
Her body was shaking in both shock and fear. She heard noise in the Alleyway again getting closer and her sobs renewed. He had obviously just forgotten something. She struggled against her bounds fruitlessly. She sat up ready to run. She felt herself being picked up. She felt a rush of wind in her hair as she opened her eyes the face of her beloved partner came into view. He placed her gently on a roof top and undid her bounds.