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This chapter contains the rape that I warned about in the description so please, if it is likely to bother you, just skip it. It's not my intention to make anyone upset. With that said, read on.

Producing a key from his sleeve, he unlocked the cell door and let himself in.

Dany backed as far into the corner as she could, but he just kept moving forward. His smile was the same as it was when she saw him on the deck earlier that day, cold and unkind.

"Don't make a peep," he said. "If you be nice to me, I'll be nice to you."

The only sounds that Dany heard were her own heartbeat and Jorah's soft snoring. She closed her eyes and calmed down her breathing. She knew if she made a niose she would awake Jorah and he, in turn would try to make enough noise to wake the captain. Obviously this man was not supposed to be here so killing Jorah to keep him quiet would not be out of the question. He had protected her from so much, she couldn't do anything to put him in danger. So Dany bit her lip, and held her tongue.

The man knelt in front of her and moved his hands to her chest. Dany instinctively blocked his attempts. He grabbed her wrist and tried to jerk her arm out of the way, but she lashed out a struck him in the face, digging her nails into his skin and ripping at his cheek. He reeled back and came forward, his fist connecting solidly with her mouth.

Still afraid to utter a sound Dany bit back a cry of pain as she felt blood seep down her chin. Her eyes met his, defiant and strong. But the look in his made her hesitate. He was violent, this man. She could see it now. She began to fear for her life.

He attempted again to get at her chest and she blocked him again, but this time, he was ready for it. He caught her wrist in his hand and jerked her to her feet. Spinning her around, he smacked her forehead against the hard wall of the cell and pushed himself flush against her back.

She could feel his hardness beneath his pants and she began to shake. But she refused to shed a tear. When Daenerys says she won't cry again, she won't. Her ferocious struggles continued to give him problems so he hit her head over and over again into the wall until her vision began to blur.

When he was sure she would put up less of a fight he let go and she fell to the floor. Rolling her onto her back, he climbed on top of her and ripped her top off in one, solid movement. Next were her pants. Those took two tries, but they came off just the same. He undid his own breeches and positioned himself over her.

Her head began to clear and she started thrashing wildly beneath him. He hit her on the cheek with the back of his hand and pressed his forearm into her throat, cutting off her oxygen. When her movements calmed, he let up the pressure and, without warning, forced himself into her.

The resolve it took to keep silent during such a vehement assault was almost more than Dany could handle. But she did. He continued to thrust and she continued to bite her tongue. The blood from her forehead trickled into her hair and when she looked to her left, she could see the silver locks spread out across the floor turning red.

He was on top of her for what seemed like hours and she just kept staring at the red mixing with silver. Finally, his thrusts became more violent and more earnest and his grunts were louder than a whisper. Pulling out of her, he sprayed his seed on the ground and got to his feet. He pulled his breeches up, smiled that smile at her, and let himself out of the cell.

She didn't know how long she laid there, listening to the soft snores of Ser Jorah. But when she finally began to move, the crew could be heard on the deck above her and she knew that the sun was shining, although she could not see it. Gathering what strength she had, Dany pulled her torn clothing back on, best she could, and lifted herself onto the stool. To the left of the bucket she saw a small tin of water that she hadn't noticed before. She drank a sip and then dipped her sleeve in the rest.

She carefully wiped as much blood from her lip and forehead as she could and brushed the crusted red out of her hair with her fingers. She could feel a bruise forming on her cheek and a lump had begun to grow on her head. Her lip was split and swollen and her neck felt sore where he had dug his forearm into it. But she was still alive. And she was not broken.

She massaged her neck and shoulders until she could move her head properly and then she sat in silence.

Jorah's snores began to cease and she could hear him moving. She sat with her back against the wall, facing his cell, watching as he stretched his long limbs and shook the sleep from his body.

He glanced in her direction and stopped moving. Dany didn't know what she looked like, but judging from his expression, she could've done a better job cleaning up.

"Khaleesi," he breathed, "Daenerys." He rose to his feet and walked as close to her as the bars would permit. "No." was his simple statement, and again, louder, "no!"

Dany tried to respond, but found a hard time finding her voice. "I'm fine," was all she could croak out.

Jorah strained his whole body towards her, as though if he leaned hard enough he could wrap her in his arms. "Tell me what happened, Daenerys. Tell me what they did to you."

Before she could answer, the sound of footsteps walking down the ladder came to their ears, and four men stood before them.

"It's time to do some work," one of them stated, and they unlocked the cells and led Dany and Jorah out onto the deck.