Chapter Eleven – Past nightmares

This is a rape scene, I would like to point this out to everyone beforehand so no one begins to read and become uncomfortable. It is not necessary to read, if you don't want to. Hawke does mention it in passing later, but not as explicit.

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A huge thanks to enchantm3nt, my delightful beta!

She opened her eyes and saw nothing, making her heart thud in her chest. She tried to move, only to be halted by chains binding her arms tightly behind her back. She blinked a few times as her breathing became ragged and finally her sight adjusted to the dark. She was in a cell, all of her belongings were gone and she was in nothing but her smalls leaving her skin to freeze against the cold, dank stone under her. She looked around, panic overriding her senses as she tried to make sense of what was going on. She remembered walking through the fields on the edges of her family's farm hold… after that her memory was hazy.

Through the blood rushing past her ears she could hear the muffled laughter of men on the other side of the cell door. She briefly wondered what they wanted, what they had planned, who they were, before her thoughts changed to how she could get away instead. She needed to figure something out and fast. She had no way of knowing how long she had been trapped here or if anyone even knew she was missing.

The door opened and she pretended to sleep once more – that was the only advantage she had at this point, perhaps she could at least learn something about her captors. Two pairs of footsteps shuffled into the small room. She could feel their eyes on her, feel them looking at her hungrily, it made her feel sick.

"She's a pretty'un, ain't she? Such a shame," a gruff voice said, scuffing his feet.

"It is the Maker's will that we do this. We've been working on this project for a decade now. We don't have a choice," another voice replied softly.

"When will the party be returning to experiment with her?" the gruff sounding man asked the other.

"Tomorrow."

"So, I can tell the lads they can have fun with her tonight then?"

"She can't be too battered, Alan."

The other man scoffed. "We got mages she can be healed by. And come tomorrow she won't know a thing, might as well give her a good fucking tonight, whilst she still knows what one is." She felt the air shift around her and a shadow fell over her face as the man crouched down. His fingers ghosted over the skin of her breast and her eyes flew open as she lurched forward and bit down on the man's unprotected hand.

He let out a yelp and yanked his hand back; she spat blood out of her mouth and snarled up at the three men. Templars. The small amount of light in the room reflected off of their armour, shining off of the blazing sword of mercy on their chest plates but there was nothing merciful about these men. They eyed her bitterly, angrily, hungrily.

"Feisty bitch, aren't you?" Hold onto that whilst you still can, whore," the gruffly spoken one spat at her as his boot connected with her nose, breaking it with an agonising pop.

The other man bent down, looking at her body with eager eyes. He lifted a lock of her hair and smelled it, a twisted smile stretching across his face. "I think you're right," he said up to the other man. "Tell the boys we're going to give her the best kind of send-off she's ever had.

"Please serah," she begged. "Please just leave me be." He smiled even more.

"Fine, I'll go have some fun with your sister instead, shall I?" Her lip trembled and she squeezed her eyes shut, she couldn't let them hurt Bethany, she wouldn't. "I didn't think so," he laughed.

His hands cupped her face roughly. "Open them pretty little eyes of yours. I want to see the look on your face when I take you," the slick voice man purred.

She forced her eyes to open as she watched him yank off her breast-band; his eyes widened as the large mounds of flesh fell free and then a smile curved his face once more. His hands snaked down to grasp one of her breasts, his hands were cold and she shivered at the unwelcome contact. He took one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and twisted it roughly, making her bite down on her lip to stop from crying out. Her body was tight as a bowstring as he continued to twist and squeeze her nipple, the other hand kneading her other breast with calloused fingers that scratched across her skin.

His hand scratched across her skin as it travelled lower, slipping into her smalls to separate her wet folds. She had not yet given her virtue to any man, she had wanted to wait until her wedding night, she had wanted to wait for a man that she loved. His fingers stroked along her slit, making her squirm, repulsed at those cold fingers invading such an intimate place. Two fingers slipped into her core and she shuddered, gagging as the urge to vomit overwhelmed her. He stared down at her, smiling as his eyes darkened; she turned her head away, panting heavily as panic gripped her chest. His fingers moved in and out of her as his thumb circled the little bundle of nerves at the top of her wet folds. She could feel her stomach tightening as the pressure at her centre built. She tried to close her legs, tried to get away from his touch, but that only made him increase his strokes. She wanted it to be over, she wanted to die, but this was only the beginning of what they had planned for her.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him unbuckle his armour, letting his cod piece fall to the stone ground with a loud clatter. He stepped toward her with a menacing glare, presenting her with his hard manhood.

"Open your mouth," he commanded. She shut it tight in defiance; she would not give him the satisfaction. He growled. "Open your fucking mouth, apostate whore or your little sister will open her mouth for me instead."

He pinched her nose, knowing she would have to open her mouth to breathe and when she did he stuffed his cock into her mouth. He groaned and grabbed her head, pulling to and thro, forcing the cock to hit her throat before it slid back out again only to thrust straight back in. She gagged and began to panic before she closed her eyes and forced herself not to panic, wishing it would end.

The demons came then, whispering in her mind, pleading with her, promising her power. The Templar grabbed her roughly, his cock slipping from her mouth as he flipped her over so her ass was in the air. Let us help, they whispered, let us end this, together. She squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring them. She would not become an abomination, she was stronger than that.

"You should thank me for the extra time you got with your father," the Templar whispered harshly. "For it was I who made sure the toxin would kill him slowly. I wanted you to see him, to be there with him as he slowly died for it was because of you that he died," he snarled into her ear as he sniffed her hair again.

He licked his way down her spine, and then his hands groped her ass roughly before smacking her behind; her body jolted but she kept her mouth shut. She would not give the Templar the satisfaction of her cries either, she would remain silent.

She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood when the Templar shoved his erection into her violently, breaking her maidenhead. He began to thrust into her at a harsh pace, making her want to scream in pain.

He groaned with satisfaction. "You're such a tight little whore, but your silence displeases me," he growled. One of his hands snaked around to rub along her slit again as the other gripped her hip tightly. He began to circle nerves there roughly, sending waves of dizzying pleasure through her. Her body was accepting the brutal torment while her mind reeled and screamed. She felt so unclean, like she was nothing more than the shit on the ground; no bath would ever make her feel clean again.

She moaned as he thrust harder; her mouth betraying her.

"Yes," he hissed. "I knew you'd fucking love it, you apostate bitch," he jeered, upping the tempo of his thrusts.

The demons continued to scream at her as the Templar thrust madly into her. She tried not to moan as it only purred him on, but her body had taken over, her core quivering around his thick cock, almost drawing him in deeper with each stroke. Her body was tensing, tightening, coiling, and a fire began to burn at her core, radiating out to ignite her body. The pain was still unbearable but it was mixing now with twisted, unwanted pleasure as he plunged into her, over and over.

The pressure became too much, unbearable, moans and cries spilled from her mouth, driving the Templar into a frenzy. And then the pressure exploded out of her core, rippling through her. She through her head back and cried out, her entire body shaking violently. The Templar held her up, still thrusting into her as he grunted and groaned, still stroking her sensitive nub.

With one final thrust he stilled, grunted loudly and she felt his hot seed fill her, making her quiver and moan again. He collapsed down onto her, breathing hard as he recovered from his release. She prayed to the Maker that would be it; that it would be over now. He had got what he wanted. He shifted and got off of her, pulling out roughly, making her whimper. And then he cleaned himself off, wiping the smeared blood on his cock away with a cloth. She lay face down on the ground, dried blood crusting around her nose and wetness dribbling down her thighs.

She felt sick. She wanted to die. She could still feel him on her body, inside of her, in her mouth. Her stomach clenched and she vomited onto the ground, gagging and choking from her mostly empty stomach.

He grabbed her hair, lifting her head so he could whisper in her ear. "If you fail us, then I will get the pleasure of fucking your mother and sister too. I wonder if they're as tight as you? Maybe I'll fuck them at the same time?" He laughed and kicked her in the side before turning and walking out of the door. "Right lads! Who's next with our little whore?"

She curled up into a ball and closed her eyes, wish for the darkness to take her.