Authors Notes: This story also fills a prompt on the ouatkinkmeme. Just to preface this, I don't like using rape as revenge and I in no way endorse this despite that I wrote it. If Non/Con (rape) and graphic descriptions of physical abuse are triggering to you, stop reading now and turn back. This is by far the darkest thing I've ever written, and it's still strange to me that this is the first story I ever posted online. (My writing tends to be much softer...hurt/comfort type things) So, I apologize if this offends you, but this prompt wouldn't leave me alone.
This is your last chance to turn back...
Mr. Gold seethes in the shadows, watching from a darkened corner of the basement. Just the sight of her is enough to turn his stomach with rage, the image of his innocent son slipping into a whirling vortex flashed in his eyes. Digging until his fingers bled where the earth had swallowed his son, his own screams echoing around him. His entire existence boiled down to that split second when he lost his mind and let his beloved Bae slip from his fingers; all for power, for the fear of being weak – the village coward.
The Blue Fairy had given Bae the bean, the false hope that all would be well if they could get to a world without magic. Rheul Ghorm is the most powerful creature in the realm and yet she was unable to reunite him with his son. No…not unable; unwilling. He would never forget her voice as she said, '…and there are no more magic beans', sounding so pleased with herself like she was teaching him a lesson. There isn't an ounce of sorrow, not a shred of remorse that she had robbed him of the only person that he cared about. The one thing that gave his life meaning.
A soft whimper escapes her lips as her head lifts from her chest and falls back. She is waking up. A sadistic thrill courses through him. Seeing the blue fairy bound, struggling to get free almost makes these twenty-eight years worth it. If he couldn't have his son, at least he could have his vengeance.
Her body trembles fiercely from the biting cold, returning to consciousness in pieces. She lifts her hand to the throbbing ache in the back of her head, only to realize with waking horror that she is bound. Her chest heaves as her breathing intensifies; the wires that wrap around her upper arms and chest secure her to a pillar, digging into her soft flesh. Her hands are tied together in her lap, her ankles bound to the chair she is sitting in. A guttural groan escapes her lips, forcing her eyes open despite the pain it causes. She struggles to focus in the dim and dying light as she takes in her surroundings.
She scours her memories for the slightest clue of how she came to be here. The curse has just been broken, Emma and Snow are missing, and Charming is busy with his grandson. There is no fairy dust and no magic wands. She is powerless against whoever it is that brought her here. Her gaze drifts to a work table beside her, littered with books and glass jars full of neon liquids. Magic… Fresh waves of fear course through her as she realizes exactly who brought her here…Rumplestiltskin.
Mr. Gold's hatred and persecution of the nuns these long years finally makes sense as her memories of Bae are fresh in her mind. Panic morphs into paralyzing fear, struggling futilely against her bonds as she wonders exactly what he has planned. She isn't gagged and considers calling out for help. But she remains silent for fear of only drawing his attention to the fact that she is awake. Perhaps if she keeps quiet long enough, she could figure out a way to escape before his return.
"Now that is a delicious sight…" Gold lilts, stepping from the shadows. Her blood turns to ice in her veins at his voice, turning her head sharply toward the sound. "Looks like I've caught a pesky blue bug in my web…"
He approaches her slowly, the way he has done so many times before with supreme confidence and a smug smirk knowing her life is in his hands. He is always calm, no one dares defy him here; no one has power to stop him. Not even Regina, it seems. The room spins around her and she exhales her held breath, hardly aware that she'd stopped breathing. Heat flushes her face as he leans in closer, her body tense and trembling with an all-consuming terror.
"Well, well, well…Mother Superior – awake at last," his soft, accented words are laced with venom. A small whimper escapes her lips despite herself, turning her face away as she feels his hot breath on her skin. He grips her jaw, forcing her to face him.
"What's wrong, dearie…too cowardly to face me?" he challenges. There is such defiance in her eyes, mixed with intense fear and hatred as she glares at him. Where she had been so high and mighty in the Enchanted Forest, she is powerless here without her fairy dust and magic wands.
"What do you want?" the words are meant to be sharp and harsh as they escape her lips. Instead her voice quivers, sounding pathetic and weak, her words barely a whisper. That familiar maniacal cackling echoes around her in response, causing her to cringe.
"Oh, dearie…" his smile fades as his laughing stops, staring maliciously into her eyes, "What do you think I want?" he growls through clenched teeth.
"I don't know where he is –" she cries out in surprise when the back of his hand strikes her cheek, stronger than she ever thought he could be. The back of her bound hand presses softly to her cheek where he struck her, the tears instantly stinging in her eyes.
"Don't lie to me…" he warns, towering over her shivering form, his blood boiling beneath the surface.
"Fairies can't –"
"Can't lie?!" he finishes for her; a cruel, incredulous edge to his voice. She ducks her chin to her shoulder as his enraged voice resounds around them, anticipating another slap. But it doesn't come. "Are you still using that old line?" he asks calmly. The trembling in her body worsens, feeling his seething fury so close.
Without looking up, she whispers, "But it's the tr –" Gold crushes her throat in a vice grip, bringing his face mere inches from hers.
"The truth…?" he growls darkly, his arm trembling from the force with which he holds her. "Let me tell you about the truth, dearie. I loved my son. I love him still and I think I have proven on more than occasion that there is no path I will not take if it leads me back to him…"
She claws at his wrists desperately with bound hands, her wide eyes pleading for air. With a disdainful glare he released her throat, allowing her to breathe. Her hands fly to her chest, coughing as she sucks in each desperate breath.
"You could have prevented this…" he states simply, circling around her like a shark about to attack.
"How was I…to know…you'd kidnap me?" she asks hoarsely, her eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed from the lack of oxygen. He chuckles darkly, allowing her to catch her breath before he continued.
"I was talking about the curse, dearie." Her eyes widen, glaring at her captor in disbelief as he stood before her. He couldn't possibly blame her for the curse that he created!
"We are not responsible for the choices you human's make!" she spat venomously.
"Perhaps not, however, you could have intervened. Did you see the dark one approach me disguised as the beggar?" the guilt that flashes in her blue eyes provides the only answer he needs.
"You saw how much I loved Bae and how I would have done anything to protect him. Would it have been so difficult to warn me, or I don't know, given me and my son another way out?"
"Like what? You wanted the power, Rumplestiltskin otherwise you would have just used the dark one to save yourselves!"
"Like fairy dust…" he said, his voice taking on that maniacal tone, waving his hands in the air ignoring the rest of her statement. "It is indeed a very potent magic. Why didn't you just sprinkle it on those soldiers to give us safe passage?" his rage renews at his words, not even giving her a chance to answer.
"And why stop there? Why didn't you just sprinkle it on all of the guards of the duke's castle and take the dagger for yourselves, thus removing the dark one's curse from the realm entirely?!"
Fresh waves of fear tear through her and every nerve is on its end. For that she has no words, diverting her eyes as the trembling in her body intensifies. Her arms and ankles are going numb.
Gold relishes the sorrow and shame reflecting in her eyes. But he is just getting started; he wants her to know the meaning of regret, of brokenness, of the emptiness that consumes him. He caught her chin with his finger gently, lifting her face to see him.
"You could have saved me, and you could have saved my son – saved all those children who were ripped to pieces on the battlefield. I never would have needed to become the dark one. I would never have met Cora and I would never have taught her magic. Regina's true love would still be alive and the curse would never have happened. All of this is the direct result of your decision not to intervene."
"You can't blame all of this on me…" she shouts defensively. Though she can't say she's surprised, he's never wanted to take responsibility for his role in the loss of his son. These are all just lies… she tells herself again, trying to block out his words.
"When you gave my son that bean, did you think that there was even the slightest chance I wouldn't go?" he asks, truly curious of the answer. The bitterness in her eyes softens, replaced by shame as she lowers her gaze to the ground. His jaw clenches, wanting to choke the life out of her in that moment. But he keeps his temper, his hands choking the gold handle of his cane instead.
"Do you know how many hours I sat on the ground digging to reopen that portal?" She met his eyes defiantly, yet Gold could see the slightest traces of guilt behind them. His words are beginning to affect her. "You robbed me of my son, my life; my reason for breathing. And if you can't tell me where he is, I will make you loathe the day you were created."
"If you're going to kill me, just do it…" she spat bitterly, tired of his words and mind games.
"Oh no, no, no, dearie; I will not kill you. I will strip away every last shred of your dignity and leave you as empty and broken as I am. You will experience the mocking, the merciless humiliation I endured all so I could live and be with my son. Maybe then you'll understand what it is you took from me…" He grabs her hair, yanking her head back at a painful angle.
"You're wings have been clipped, dearie, and without your fairy dust and magic wand, you're powerless. You belong to me now…" he lilts, recalling how she stole his son and then just flew off into the night sky without a second thought.
"So tell me, Blue Star; where…is…my…son?" the words are growled out between clenched teeth, his eyes burning with unadulterated rage.
The tears stream freely from her eyes as she prepares herself for whatever torture she is about to endure. There is nothing she could tell him to appease his rage, his son is probably dead after all these years. Without fairy dust, he is right, there is nothing she could do to help herself.
"Tick tock, dearie…" he taunts, unbuckling his belt. The bile rises in her throat as he tosses it aside and she struggling frantically, albeit uselessly against her bonds.
"No, please don't do this…" she pleads hoarsely, crying out again as he fists her hair, yanking her head back to face him. "I'll give anything you want, just stop…"
"I want my son!" he yells, his voice cracking with pain. Hysterical sobs wrack her trembling body as she begs and pleads, but they fall on deaf ears. The idea that he would never see his son again turns his stomach, feeling like his heart is being ripped from his chest all over again.
"Open your mouth…" he commands, keeping a firm fist in her hair as he grips himself in his other hand. Her neck is on fire from the angle at which he holds her, forcing her to look into those haunted, vengeful eyes. She inhales sharply to control her sobbing, her eyes shining with defiance through her tears.
"If you put that thing in my mouth, I'll bite it off…" she whispers savagely. A sadistic smile forms on his thin lips, gripping her jaw in a vice grip.
"To what end, dearie? You can't run or get away, all that will do is enrage me further. If you bite me or hurt me in any way, I will skin you alive. Piece by agonizing piece…and you know I can do it…" it isn't a threat and she knows it. A fresh round of tears floods her eyes.
"But I've never done this before…" she chokes out tearfully, barely above a whisper.
"It's quite simple really, I stick it in your mouth and you suck on it." He replies glibly as if they are discussing candy. Her heart sinks as she realizes there is no way out of this as he grips himself once more; his rage and need for vengeance has been building for three hundred years.
"Don't make me tell you again or I will put my cane to much better use…" she swallows hard, closing her eyes as she opens her mouth hesitantly, not even wanting to speculate what he could use his cane for. She gags at the intrusion, pulling away as he fills her mouth; he only tightens his grip and pushes in further. Her eyes squeeze shut, unable to watch him bask in her shame and fear.
"Open your eyes…" he commands. "I want to watch your humiliation…" She rolls her eyes beneath her eyelids. Is there to be no reprieve? Hopelessness fills her as she complies, her face flushing crimson as burning tears stream down her cheeks.
"That's a good girl…" he whispers cruelly, trailing his fingers along the edge of her face as gentle as a caring lover. The gesture might have been comforting were it not for the malice in his eyes as he smiles, taking pleasure in her shame. She gasps as he thrusts in again, holding himself still against the back of her throat. After what feels like eternity, her body quivers with the need to breathe. She gasps and retches, her skin raw where the wires dug into her skin. The more she struggles the more he seems to enjoy choking her again and again.
Her eyes are bloodshot and impossibly wide as they plead with him, her gags and muffled cries spurring him on. He wants to bring her to the brink of passing out before allowing her to breathe, if only to drive the point home that her life is in his hands. Her eyes rolled back, shaking her head and trying to dispel his hard length from her mouth. But he only clamps down harder, holding her in place. She isn't even sucking at this point; he is just invading her open mouth. But he doesn't care…he isn't doing this for the pleasure.
With a devious smile he pulls back just enough, leaving himself inside her. She inhales sharply, the room spinning circles around her as she coughs, sucking in breath after desperate breath. Her eyes burn as they fill with the salt of fresh tears, glaring murderously at the man smiling down at her. She has never hated, nor will she ever hate a man as much as she hates him in this moment.
"Keep it in…" he commands darkly. The urge to clamp her mouth shut is overwhelming, but the risk outweighs the satisfaction she would get from it. When she continues to struggle rebelliously against him, he pushes back in roughly and soon loses all control. He grips her scalp tighter still, relishing her cries as he rams himself in and out with brute force.
Sour bile burns her throat as he reaches his climax, feeling his seed pool on her tongue. The salty taste makes her gag, wanting nothing more than to spit it out. With a satisfied groan he pulls out at last, clamping her jaw shut before she could spit the revolting substance from her mouth.
"Swallow it," he demands. Her eyes widen in horror, shaking her head defiantly. He clamps down harder, pinching her nostrils. "Do it." Her body trembles fiercely from repulsion, struggling as she forces the vile liquid down her throat. Finally, he releases her hair and she instantly brings her bound hands to her mouth, swallowing to prevent herself from vomiting.
"Not bad for your first try…but you'll get better as time goes on. I'll teach you…" He says glibly, tucking himself back in his pants. She is panting for breath as she lifts her gaze to meet his.
"You unimaginable bastard…" she seethes bitterly, hiding her fear at the prospect of this happening repeatedly. His fingers traced the path of her tears as he gazes into her eyes. She tenses at the contact, shrinking back as he leans in closer.
"I truly enjoy that hatred…that fiery disgust in your eyes. I look forward to seeing it upon my return." With that he limps away, turning back as he reaches the door.
"I'll bring food…you'll need your energy." He no sooner closes the door that she begins coughing and heaving; her throat raw from crying, choking, and his repeated assault. She couldn't curl in on herself due to the way she is bound, lowering her head as desolate sobs tore through her. They are lies; the fairies couldn't be blamed for the choices people make. He is insane – insane and convinced he is right. She tries to ignore his words, but in the deepest recesses of her mind they take root. Was there more that she, or any of the other fairies could have done?
No, she chides herself, taking a deep breath. She brought her wrists to her cheeks, using her sleeve to dry her tears, strengthening her resolve to not let him break her. Even if he tortures her to the brink of death, if she can keep him out of her mind she will remain unbroken. Fairies aren't capable of evil; the dark one is evil and he's a liar. Her breathing begins to even out as she convinces herself that this isn't her fault, despite the nagging voice in the back of her mind. She just needs to remember that this isn't her fault.