Yeah, um...this is completely different from my usual pieces that's why its in the M section. It covers some quite sensitive topics in the first chapter so you have been warned. This story just came to me last night because I was think about how much more vulnerable Djaq would be compared to the rest of the guys and continued from there. Not sure what will happen exactly so don't ask.
Djaq cried out in pain, huge tears dribbling down her cheeks as the man continued to thrust roughly into her. There was nothing she could do to stop him for he had her arms pinned down and a knife at her throat. She was torn between the decision of enduring this humiliation and violation or just struggling so the man would take her life and end the agony.
He thrust again, even harder if that was possible, tearing her inside, and it felt like her whole body was on fire. He stared down at her wet face with a horrible, victorious leer, full of malice and spite. The man's eyes were bright and hungry and from the slightly glazed look Djaq was sure he was drunk not that that mattered.
She didn't even know who he was. Just some dirty stranger who had jumped her on the outskirts of Locksley village which she had been visiting to see if she could find some new boots as hers were wearing thin. She had fought frantically back but had no time to reach her own weapon before his was shoved in her face, glinting in the half light of the moon.
After that he had dragged her bodily into the woods and she had hoped, begged for one of the boys to find her and come to her aid but none of them had. None of them suspected a thing for she was known for her long excursions and they didn't expect her back 'til later.
Her attacker had then stripped her of her clothes and then forced her.
It was a terrible feeling, to be taken against your will, especially since Djaq had never actually had sex before. In her culture a woman would save herself until her marriage night which was when she would give her honour to her husband. But considering Djaq had turned down all the marriages her father arranged for her she was still a virgin. Well, had been until now.
With one final bone shuddering plunge the man was spent and withdrew from the woman he had just raped with a sneer.
"Thanks for that, dear, just what I needed. See you again some time, eh?" With that revolting, stomach turning statement the man turned and left without a backwards glance, returning to whatever normal life he led in Locksley. But Djaq didn't think her life could ever return to normal, not after this.
Hurriedly, wanting to get away from the scene of such a sordid crime, she climbed shakily to her feet trying to ignore the searing agony it caused and grabbed her clothes. Gingerly, she pulled her shirt on over the severe purple bruises that lined her arms from the man's unrelenting grip and then even more carefully she tugged her trousers on. After she had endured that pain she picked up her belt with her sword still in it and set off into the darkness.
As the woman walked slowly towards the camp, she hoped, prayed that the boys would be asleep and would not question her lengthy absence. She didn't think she could deal with matters if the rest of the gang found out. Their sympathetic, pitying faces were already engraved in her mind. She didn't want that.
Plus, she also wanted them to not be awake so she could sort herself out, mop up her wounds. She didn't wish for them to see her like that, in such a state of vulnerability and weakness. They knew her as strong, tough, independent Djaq, not a quivering, trembling wreck of a woman.
She did not stop to think of other reactions her friends might have other than the one she already perceived. They may be concerned, upset for her, helpful in her time of utmost need and caring.
Fortunately, none of the men were up, just as the Saracen had hoped for. It looked as if Much had been supposed to be on watch but he was asleep, too far gone in his dreams to noticed her presence.
Djaq made her way quietly over to her medical area to tend to her wounds but as she did so someone stirred in the bunk above. She froze, willing them to go back to sleep.
"Djaq?" came a drowsy voice and Robin's tousled head popped over the edge of his sleeping loft.
"Yes, Robin, it's me. Why don't you go back to sleep?"
"But, what are you doing up?" the outlaw leader asked curiously.
"Um…I'm just going bed now, you see…" Djaq wandered over to her own bunk and hoped that Robin would not see her torn clothes or any blood, "Just went to get some water."
"Oh, ok, g'night then," the man nodded and slumped back beneath his blanket.
Djaq breathed a sigh of relief but knew she could not return to her medical bay now as Robin may wake again. She would just have to get up very early and go down to the stream in the morning. With that thought in mind the exhausted woman fell into an uneasy, nightmarish sleep.
So, um...what do you think? Constructive critism is welcome as always and I'll try and improve on that. I know its a bit dark and I can promise more angst to come but I hope you enjoyed it. Plus its a bit short. Should you think I should continue I can promise future chapters will be longer.