TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE AND VIOLENCE.

The warnings are there for a reason so please pay attention to them and if you think reading this will trigger you or affect you badly in any way, please stop here. There is a rape scene in this chapter.

Her first clue that this was a bad idea should have been the fact that she couldn't really remember getting here in the first place. In fact, the last few days had all been a bit of a blur. Like she'd finally gone completely numb inside. She'd slipped on a tight red dress and black heels, put her make up on in a daze and wondered around until she'd found herself at this place, not really sure what her aim was. All she was aware of was that this was better than being at home, alone with her thoughts as she had been for the past few months since… Well, since everything changed.

The bar was busy, the music drowning out any of her remaining thoughts and the alcohol slowing what was left of them. When she felt a hand on her arm, and turned to face a tall stranger, with a strong jaw line and bright blonde hair, she wasn't hesitant to make use of the distraction. Soon, she found herself swaying with him on the dance floor, his hardness pressed into her lower back, alerting her to his arousal. For a moment, with her eyes closed, it could have been him. She might have let herself believe it. But she crushed that thought as quickly as it arose, by spinning in the strangers arms, drinking in the sight of him and claiming his lips with her own. He was more than happy to respond, hands wondering to her backside and kneading the flesh there as he kissed her, somewhat sloppily and greedily. She was thankful for the stark difference, if he'd kissed her half as tenderly as he used to, she may not have been able to go through with this after all.

Moments later they were stumbling through the doors of the bar, out into the cold air. Goosebumps rose on her skin when he ushered her into the alleyway down the side of the bar, but she didn't fight him. Once, she would have been offended at being used so cheaply. But right now, she couldn't care less. She longed to feel anything other than the numbing pain that had become her constant companion, and perhaps this would do the trick. So she kissed him back as he slammed her into the wall, the rough brick rubbing the skin on her back raw. And then his hands were disappearing up past the hem of her dress and rubbing at her through her panties and she found herself moaning into his mouth, surrendering entirely to the moment and giving him what he wanted.

"Hmm, you like that, babe? You want me to fuck you?" He whispered excitedly in her ear.

She didn't respond, other than to kiss him again, ferociously this time, as he gripped her thighs and lifted her, her legs either side of his waist and pushed her harder against the wall to hold her there. He continued muttering all the things he was going to do to her as he unzipped his pants and rubbed his member against her, her panties held aside by one hand. When he finally pushed his way inside of her, she was slightly surprised to find herself bone dry, and whimpered a little at the pain. Oblivious to her discomfort, he began taking her hard and fast, which became more and more painful with each thrust. She tried to use the pain to take her away, but every time she closed her eyes she saw bright blue and deep green and she just knew he'd be losing his mind if he could see her right now and suddenly she couldn't breathe and she needed to get away, but the stranger was paying attention only to his own pleasure and wasn't seeing the fear and hurt in the eyes in front of him.

"Stop," she whimpered as her hands pushed uselessly at his chest, trying to create some distance between them and lessen the strength of his thrusts, but the man was too selfish and too close to his own release and he ignored her efforts and only held her tighter, eventually grabbing both of her small wrists in one large hand and holding them above her head as he continued to fuck her.

"Get off of me!" She yelled this time, wondering how it was that nobody had heard them yet, out in the open like this.

She wasn't expecting the slap, his hand caught her cheek bone with a loud smack that seemed to echo and when the side of her face hit the wall, she saw stars and momentarily was incapable of anything other than feeling him inside of her, too dazed to move.

"Hold still," he ordered, darkly, hand going to her throat now and holding just tightly enough to make her breathing wheezy and weaken her further, "you wanted this."

Tears rose to her eyes at that, because yes, she had. She had asked for this. She had wanted to feel something and this was something, wasn't it? Wasn't this distracting her just like she'd hoped? She closed her eyes and grit her teeth and hoped that his intoxication wouldn't slow his release too much. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could bear.

"Hey! You two!" A voice rang out and the stranger released her so abruptly that she couldn't lower her feet quickly enough, landing on the floor in a heap as he ran in the opposite direction down the alleyway.

She made no move to get up. Still disorientated from the slap and still without a single care for her own well-being as the puddle she lay in soaked her clothed, she simply gasped for breath.

"Regina?" The voice spoke again, cautiously this time, bewildered and worried and suddenly Regina recognized the voice and only then did she move to get up and get away.

"Oh my God, Regina."

The second voice only fuelled her action, there was no way she could have this conversation, no way. And so she clambered to her feet and attempted to run in the same direction that the stranger had disappeared in but she suddenly felt more drunk than she had a moment ago and wondered if she was concussed and all she could do was grab onto the wall and try to hold herself upright.

"Regina!" The second voice called, and soon enough two pairs of hands were on her shoulders and she was panicking and fighting them, but they both released her immediately and she tried to remember that this was just Emma and David and they wouldn't hurt her, but God she would rather they be two more strangers with bad intentions right now, because she can't have this conversation, she just can't.

"Shit, you're bleeding," Emma pointed out, instinctively reaching out to touch her face and then stopping herself just in time and instead raising her hands in surrender. "I won't touch you, I'm sorry, Regina, I won't touch you. It's okay, it's just us, you're okay."

Regina realised she was hyperventilating and leant back against the wall as she attempted to catch her breath. Her brain really wasn't functioning and she had to wonder when she'd become such a lightweight, surely she hadn't gotten through that many drinks? She looked over Emma and David and slowly tried to figure out what was happening. The man was gone, she was fine. But she hurt. She hurt all over and now she could tell that, yes, Emma was right, the side of her face, and also her back was wet with something sticky. She hadn't noticed the blood before. Her legs were shaky, barely supporting her own weight, and that scared her more than anything because, usually, her solution to problems was to run, or at least walk, away and deal with it alone but right now, she didn't have a choice. She was acutely aware that she was in no state to get herself home, or even back into the bar. She would have to accept their help and that was the worst part of all of this.

David hadn't moved since he'd found her, held up against the wall, being fucked by some guy in a dirty alleyway. Presumably, he'd been in shock the moment he'd realised her identity. But he suddenly seemed to come to his senses and just before he took off on a run, he told Emma in a low and dangerous voice, "Take care of her, I'm going after him."

"He didn't do anything, it's not what it looked like. I wanted it," Regina tried to say, her words were slurred though and she wasn't sure how much Emma had understood.

"He took off running and dropped you the moment he realized he'd been caught, Regina, I think this was exactly what it looked like," Emma yelled back at her, and Regina realized for the first time just how frantic the blonde was, her eyes wide with panic, frightening Regina into silence for a moment.

"Regina-" Emma's voice broke before she could say whatever else she'd been planning on saying, but Regina followed her eye-line to the hem of her dress which was well above her hips, her panties were still scrunched up, leaving her exposed.

She straightened her dress as well as she could without falling over, still not quite ready for Emma's physical help.

After a moment or so, Emma asked, "Why were you here?" and it took Regina some time to figure out where here even was. She had to glance around at her surroundings again. God, her mind was getting slower and slower.

"I- I don't-" was all she managed to get out before her knees finally buckled under her weight and she dropped back to the ground.

"Regina!" Emma shouted, quickly catching her head just before it hit the ground, no longer caring about any personal space she might need, she needed help more than she needed space. She tugged the brunette up a little, resting her head in her lap and stroking her hair out of her face, smearing blood across her hand and getting her first good look at Regina's injuries in the process. While the right side of her face was looking bruised and swollen around the cheek, her left side had several cuts and grazes which bled profusely. Head wounds always did. Lifting her as gently as she could, she took a look at Regina's back, which was also thoroughly grazed. She blinked back tears and choked on a sob, wondering how all of this could have happened. "You should have let me in," she murmured quietly into Regina's hair. The brunette's eyes were closing now and she shook her a little to wake her up, "Stay with me, Regina," she said.

"I don't know what's wrong," Regina slurred, catching Emma's eyes and breaking her heart with the fear in them.

"I think you've been drugged, but we'll get you to a hospital, don't worry, just hold on, okay?" As she said the words, she realized she hadn't even called for an ambulance, what kind of sheriff was she? She glanced down the alleyway but David wasn't returning, so she reached into her pocket and dialed the numbers.

As she spoke, she realized Regina was trying to take the phone from her. With the drugs in her system, she was doing a poor job of it, however.

"No… No hospital…" She mumbled as she struggled. Emma ignored her and only hung up when the ambulance was on the way.

"Regina, you need to be checked out, I'm about 99% sure you've been roofied and raped and- oh, God," she turned her head away to throw up on the ground.

Regina could feel her awareness slipping away. Her vision had been reduced to dark shapes that she could no longer define, the sound of the bar music in the distance drowning out whatever Emma said next. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the pull of it. The last thought she had was that she hoped she wouldn't have to open them ever again.

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