DRUNK
Blonde hair caressed Hope's face as Emma kissed her goodnight. As she changed into her pajamas she rolled her eyes at the click of the wooden door as it closed. Killian must have visited the bar again. Unbeknownst to her, Emma had developed a certain irritation for the pirate as his alcoholic breath stung her nostrils every time they kissed.
"Killian, did you go to the bar again? I told you to stop. Hope should not have to grow up with a drunken father. You know better than anyone, the influence of alcohol.", she said in an exasperated tone.
Her teeth pierced her delicate lips as she regretted her words. She knew that Killian had been trying when he was flirting with her. The regret vanished as soon as it came. She knew that he wasn't trying anymore now that Emma had tied the knot. She furrowed her brows at the flash of irritation, anger and distastefulness she suddenly felt towards her 'true love'.
"Nonsense love, rum soothes the best of us.", Killian replied with a sly smirk.
The sheer lust in his voice sent an unforeseen shiver down her spine but not before the alcoholic influence on her so called lover's words took her by surprise. She took a shaky step backwards as Killian's rough hand gripped her waist, his hook positioned expertly at the back of her head urging her to kiss him. As Emma tried to shake him off, she realized that Killian hadn't left the kiss up for discussion. Vomit rose to her throat as his lips crashed on hers. It soon broke off as he threw Emma atop the bed with such aggression that Emma had to do a double take to make sure it really was Killian. The dangerous glint in his eyes told her to run but who ever her of a woman running away from their true love. Emma slid up so that she was sitting on her ass and uttered a low-voiced but firm 'no'. She felt too tired from juggling preparations for the coronation ceremony and her motherly duties having just come up from a draining delivery. She hadn't slept since her delivery.
Killian tsked as he said, "You disappoint me Swan. One would think that the daughter of the Snow White and the Prince Charming would know the rules of the Enchanted Forest. Why, everyone knows that the man in the relationship can do whatever he wants. The woman's sole duty is to simply please him. The great and powerful savior can't manage such a simple task?"
The savior's eyes watered with fear as she delivered her next entourage of no-s in an increasingly loud nut shaky tone. Killian paid no heed as he swiftly laid Emma back on the bed gripping her shoulders tightly. Not finding the strength for a physical defense, Emma tried to conjure magic to push him off. With a sudden flash of white light, Killian collapsed against the wall with a painful thud. Emma made a run for the door and just as she was about to twist the knob, a hand clasped her wrist tightly as she looked down to see the dreaded cuff. Her magic was of no use. She dreaded the words that flooded her ears next as Killian dragged her back to the bed by her hair.
"You will pay for that."
Killian slipped out a bundle of ropes from underneath his belt and secured Emma's wrists and ankles to the bed frame. Emma yelled for help but soon stopped because their remote house was far from anyone's ears especially at this time of night.
Killian despite Emma's weak and struggling form unbuttoned her top and slid of her pants. True to his word, the one-handed pirate made Emma suffer despite her resilient and consistent sobs and occasional yelps when he used his teeth a little too hard. He was relentless and plundered Emma's very soul. Emma's throat provided confinement for the immeasurable amount of vomit welling up inside her throat. As his hips grinded hers she suddenly felt as if death was in her grasp but after a few more minutes of incessant suffering the pirate's demonic snores snapped her back to reality. Despite her aching body, Emma knew that she needed to escape. If dating a pirate had taught her anything, it was how to tie a bloody good knot and to her advantage also to untie one. She swiftly worked her way through the tight knots on her wrist and she mentally thanked god for making sure that Killian's whisky induced sleep was truly deep as she pushed his sleeping form off of her. She rubbed her red and swollen wrists before she got to work on her ankles. Her body damned for trying to stand up but ignoring the agonized pain she stumble toward Hope's room. Cradling her in her arms she walked out into the terrible rainstorm outside. She ran down the road as fast as she could clutching Hope tightly. Her sweet babe rolled herself in the soft fabric of the pajamas Emma had reworn. She hadn't grabbed her car keys so she couldn't reach her parents since they were away for a vacation and she didn't have her phone either to call a cab. She couldn't go to Mary Margaret's apartment since Henry and his family was staying there. She couldn't let any of them see her like this. As all these thoughts raced her mind, she saw Regina's mansion from the corner of her eye and decided to knock. She was her only hope and Emma was too
caught up in her own pain and cradling hope that she didn't realize the butterflies that floated about her stomach when she thought of Regina.