Authors note: Set in season 2, shortly after the jilting at the altar, sometime after Marian was forced back to the castle.

- Nottingham Village

The crowd in the alleyway had grown quite large, begging bread from Marian as she spoke against the Sheriff. It hadn't been hard for Vasey to spot, nor for him to infiltrate the gathering with a borrowed cloak.

"You are good people, you need not fear the Sheriff." Marian passed another loaf from the bag she had pilfered from the castle kitchens. The peasant woman curtsied and moved away, clutching the bread.

"There are those that will protect you," she said, handing a loaf to a small boy who scuttled away in his filthy rags. She dug into the bag again and looked up, directly into the eyes of the Sheriff. She froze, unable to move for a long moment then tried to turn and run. He caught her easily and spun her around, pinning her against the wall with his hand on her throat.

"It seems like your audience has dried up." He said. The alleyway was now empty of peasants, though a chicken had wandered over to investigate a dropped loaf. "And who is this mysterious protector? Hm? Robin Hood?"

Marian opened her mouth to speak but Vasey tightened his grip, choking off her reply.

"I'm bored of this Marian, you stopped being interesting months ago. We're going to do something different."

- Nottingham Castle

Vasey kicked the doors of the hall open; the sound reverberated around the room and echoed through Guy of Gisborne's head, pounding painfully against his hangover. Guy winced against the sound then eyed his master warily. Gleefully the Sheriff dragged Marian in by her hair and threw her to the floor.

"It seems we have a traitor in our midst, and quite frankly I'm sick of all this chatter chatter chatter. My dear you really must learn your lesson for good. There just one cure for this sort of thing."

Guy raised his eyebrows and sipped his wine, doing his best not to feel anything for the woman sprawled on the floor before him.

Vasey grinned.

"I'm going to torture you. I'm going to make you scream."

"No." The whisper did not come from Marian, as Vasey was expecting, but from Guy.

"No," he said again, setting down his cup, looking Vasey directly in the eye.

"What?" said Vasey," Do you want to beg mercy for her? Still love her do you? After she ripped your heart out?"

"Guy..." Marians eyes filled with hope.

The ghost of a smile passed across Guys face, it held not an ounce of pleasure and it made Marians blood run cold. He did not look at her.

"No. I want to be the one to make her scream."

Vasey stood still for a moment, contemplating the possibilities.

"Guy, please. If you feel anythi- Ooof!"

"There's a good girl and please shut up or I shall be forced to kick you again, harder," said Vasey. Guy had not shifted his gaze, intent on getting his way. Ah well, thought the Sheriff, a happy henchman is a good henchman.

"Very well, Gisborne. I didn't think you had it in you. She's yours, but I will be listening in. I'm sure she screams quite," he paused to find the right word. "Deliciously."

"Guy, please, after everything we have been to each other-" Guy pulled her up from the floor and drew her close, his face mere inches from hers. He was almost expressionless and it terrified her. She had always been able to get a reaction of some kind from him before. He'd never been so blank nor so closed.

"Marian one more word from you and I shall have your tongue."

Wisely she bit back the remainder of her protest and did her best to look demure. It had worked in the past but Guy rolled his eyes and shoved her ahead of him. She stumbled and he grabbed her arm, leading her down into the dungeons.

"Have fun" said Vasey. With exaggerated care he stretched, placed his feet on a stool and sipped from Guys cup. Gisborne's funk of a mood had been a real downer for a good month now, but to see him turn from infatuated love boy to someone capable of such hatred, well it warmed his heart, it really did.

- Castle Dungeons

Marian found herself shackled in the middle of a torch lit room, her feet barely touching the filthy floor. Guy stood expressionless, a table of wicked tools full of promise to his right, a brazier of hot coals on the far side of the room. He caressed the tools in passing, his hand hovering over this then that, carefully considering his options. Marion had never felt such fear; she really had pushed him too far.

He took a sharp step towards her and she gasped in anticipation, but he merely stared down at her for a long moment. He watched her breathe rapidly, like a startled hare, saw the beads of sweat appear across her brow and knew she was feeling sick with dread.

"You hurt me Marion."

He stared down at her for some time more, watching her react to him in a way she never had. A tear trickled down her cheek. He cupped her face with a gloved hand and wiped the tear away with his thumb.

"Whats this? Feeling sorry for yourself?" he asked, still expressionless. "It won't save you."

"No, it's for you Guy."

"Spare me" said guy turning away, back to the table of tools.

"No, you don't understand. I," she gulped. "I deserve this. I did not realise how much I had hurt you. I have turned your heart to stone because I had believed it to be stone already."

Guy's hand hovered over a pair of pincers but instead he chose a long thin knife. It gleamed wickedly in the torchlight. As he turned back to her Vasey strode in, clapping loudly.

"Oh, a very nice speech Marian! Doing your best to chip away at that stone heart of his, ey? Well if you don't want to go ahead Guy, I think I'll take over from here."

Guy stepped between them.

"I told you, I will to do this. I will be the one to make her scream."

The sheriff backed away, hands raised, smiling.

"Good boy. Let me know if you want some help, eh?" he closed the door. Guy bolted it from the inside and strode back to Marian. Her tears where real now, and only for herself. There was truly no escape.

"Guy please..."

"Shut up. I will not tell you again."

She felt sick to the stomach, her senses heightened in dread anticipation, every nerve in her body awaiting the first cut. Guy caressed her cheek with the flat cold blade, gently moving it down her neck to her shoulder.

He let it nick the stitching from her dress, moving it slowly and deliberately, his eyes never moving from hers, until her whole arm was exposed to the chilly dungeon air. The blade moved across her chest, almost caressing her, grazing but not breaking the fabric there. Up to the other shoulder, each stitch carefully cut to the wrist. The material fell away and Guy stepped back a moment to admire his effect upon her. Marians breathing was coming shallow and fast now, her eyes wide and dark. He placed the knife back on the table and cupped her face once more.

"Guy..."

In an instant he raised his hand to strike her, and she called out something wordless. But the blow fell short. Never the less the sound of a slap echoed through the chamber. She took a quick breath, an unintentional gasp, wondering what had just happened and through the bolted door she heard Vasey chuckle. Guy did it again and she realised that the slapping sound was his hands drawing together in a mighty clap by her cheek. What the hell was he doing?

He bent and placed his lips by her ear.

"Do you want to be saved or not? The Sheriff wants torture." Marians brown merely wrinkled prettily in confusion. "For Gods sake, play along."

He pretended to slap her once again and this time she cried out as if he hand connected with her cheek.

"You left me at the altar." Said Guy, loud enough for Vasey to hear.

"You lied to me about the King." Said Marian and Guy made as if to punch her in the stomach, but again the blow fell short. "Ooff!" said Marian obligingly. Vasey chuckled from his side of the doorway again.

"As you have lied to me, on countless occasions." He threw another fake blow, then another. Each time Marian was unsure if the blow would connect with her, and how forcefully. She did her best to sound realistic in her reactions, but he truly scared her. His anger was rising, he was allowing himself to feel. He wrapped his fingers through her hair and pulled her head back sharply, his free hand around her throat.

"You loved another and yet you toyed with me for two years. Two years!" Then in a whisper, "tell me why I should not do this truly Marian."

"Please Guy," said Marian, loud enough for the Sheriff to hear, then whispered "I did not know my own heart, nor did I truly know you. I thought your heart as black as midnight, that all your impassioned ramblings where mere flattery, that you where incapable of being hurt. I am truly sorry and in truth during the short time I spent with Robin I have come to realise my hearts true place. It is you. It is why I came back."

Did she really think that? Even she did not know.

"I long for you, Guy" she whispered.

The grip on her throat loosened, turned into a caress that moved down her body till his hand cupped her breast, but Marian barely noticed, she was lost in the sensation of his lips on her neck. Hot, soft lips sending her into a quivering mess. No one had ever kissed her so and on top of the adrenaline of the last few minutes she was a mess of nerves. She quivered and gasped.

"Scream Marian," he murmured. "Give the Sheriff something to listen to."

She did her best but even to her ears it sounded false. Guys lips moved to her chin, across her mouth and down to the other side of her neck. She gasped and sighed, his stubble scratching her soft flesh, his lips caressing it. His teeth bit down on her neck gently then he moved up to her ear.

"Scream," he reminded her. "Imagine me to be the bad man everyone else thinks I am."

Again she screamed and again it sounded false.

"Oh come on!" shouted Vasey through the closed door, "Put a bit of oomf into it Gisborne! My mother could do better. In fact she frequently did."

Guy ripped her dress downwards, exposing her breasts, his lips caught a nipple.

"No! Stop!" she felt genuinely panicked and to her complete and utter surprise and dismay he did stop. In fact he even took a step away from her, looking troubled. She found herself pulling against the shackles toward his black clad body. No one had ever done these thrilling things to her body, ever. Not even Robin had kissed her like that in the brief session they had had in the woods.

"What will happen if I ask you to do no more? Will the torture be real?" She whispered, her voice quavering and beyond her control. He visibly winced at that and she realised that she had yet again hurt him deeply. He had been role playing in front of the Sheriff hadn't he? Or had he been genuinely going to torture her. She hadn't doubted it a few moments ago. He stood brooding at her.

"Please Guy, I must know."

He moved towards her and stoped, barely an inch away yet being careful not to touch her in any way.

"Do you want this?" he asked quietly. She found herself leaning into him again, could feel the heat of him radiating through his leathers. His scent filled her as she breathed him in. He still made no move to touch her even as she pressed her breasts against him.

It was time to choose, and to do, what she really wanted.

She did her best to reach his lips with her own but merely caught his chin. She kissed her way down his neck and still he did not move to touch her, though his breathing grew faster.

"I," she breathed against his collar bone. "Want you, Guy of Gisborne. I have been a fool. I want you, body and soul."

His arm wrapped around her, and he bent to her lips, kissing her deeply. His free hand made it's way to her breast and caressed her exposed nipple, making her shiver in his grasp.

"It's been awfully quiet in there Gisborne," came Vasey's voice through the door. "You chickening out in there or what?"

Guy broke the kiss. He pinched and twisted her nipple so hard that she squealed in pain. Not removing his fingers from her breast he did the same to the other one with his other hand. He turned towards the door, but not letting her go. His fingers tugged gently at her nipples, caressing them delightfully.

"I am enjoying the sense of anticipation, my lord," he called. "She winces and squirms so beautifully."

"Thats my boy, "said Vasey. " Give us a good scream though, ey? I've been looking forward to it."

Guy raised an eyebrow pointedly at Marian and she did her best. Again it sounded false and she gave Guy a panicked look.

"I can't do it," she whispered.

Guy merely redoubled his efforts on her nipples, soft caresses interspersed with sudden pinches and twists that made her shiver squirm and gasp in delight. His hot mouth covered one nipple then the other, teeth grazing gently, tongue swirling and then suckling. He pinched her nipple hard and she squealed once more, the sensation of such pleasure and pain mixed and formed a new level intense sensation. She found herself hoping that it would never stop.

One gloved hand found it's way underneath her dress, past her under things and into her soft warm folds. She shuddered and squirmed. Against her thigh she could feel the hardness of his cock straining against his leather pants. He moved his thumb against her clit in board circular motions that made her want to scream. She did scream. This one was genuine.

"Good girl," he murmured into her hair. And two fingers delved inside her, making her gasp. His tongue ran over her lips and filled her mouth and she sucked on it, making him moan. He pushed another finger inside her, then another. He rocked his fingers inside of her, twisting it ever so slightly from side to side, his thumb still on her clit and she felt herself gush. With his mouth still on hers his free hand wrapped around her throat and held it firmly. He pushed his fingers deeper and deeper into her, thrusting harder and faster until she was completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

Her screams resonated around the room, on a wave of orgasms like she had never experience before. She wouldn't have been surprised to learn later that they had been heard within Nottingham village. But Guy did not stop his ministrations and he forced her to ride the crest of that wave again and again until she was hoarse and limp.

After a moment of silence Vasey's voice interrupted the gentle haze of her afterglow.

"Oh well done, now let me in, there's a good boy. Lets see that fine work then. Open up!"

"I haven't quite finished yet."

"I haven't got all day Gisborne. Peasants to tax, villages to burn. Get a move on."

"But I don't have a mark on me!" whispered Marian. Guy was already bending to the floor, scooping up a handful of muck. He rubbed it here and there into her flesh, though she did her best to squirm away from it.

"It will look like bruising in this low light," he whispered back. Then he took the long knife from the table and strode back to her, holding it up to the light "Do you trust me?" She nodded and he rolled up his sleeve and bit his flesh with the knife. Blood poured from the wound and he rubbed that into her skin as well, smearing her face, a breast and her back. He rolled his sleeve over the wound and unbolted the door. Vasey strode in, grinning viciously.

"My boy has finally grown up! "He said, clapping Guy on the back. He eyed Marian's breasts as she slumped in the chains. "Oh, those are very nice, but they need a little something."

From the tray he deftly selected two finger clamps and applied them to her nipples. She shuddered and cried out as they bit down on her flesh, the weight of them pulling cruelly. He tilted her chin up so that he could look into her glazed eyes, satisfied at the pain he could see there.

"Not so defiant now, are we?" he turned to Guy. "What are you going to do wither her now, I'm curious. A bit of hot poker action perhaps? A bit of back breaking?" Guy trailed the knife over Marians belly, the blood from his self inflicted wound dripped over the blade and made it seem as if he had cut her shallowly.

"She will be brought to my chamber and I shall take her and use her, viciously and without mercy. If she survives the experience I intend on keeping her for some time."

"Well," said the sheriff. "You two lovebirds have a good time. I'm off to do a bit of pillaging." He gave the thumbscrews on her nipples one last hard twist then strode from the room, talking to himself "Oh I do love a good scream, brings up the energy levels. Yes, lets go kill a few people, then lunch!"