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Victim

Nygmobblepot Mpreg

Trigger Warning: Rape, Trauma, Self-Loathing, Self-Hatred, Mentioned childhood abuse, angst

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Ed POV

I wake in an empty apartment, laying in an unfamiliar bed. I try to move and realize how much everything down there hurts.

"Ah! God!" I cry out, flopping back down. I realize my clothes are nowhere to be found. Shit... I slowly sit up, hissing in pain. I swear, if Lee thinks this is a joke, I'll kill her for whatever she did to me.

I stumble out of bed and look in the mirror. I gasp in horror at the bruises and hickeys that cover my body. Suddenly memories of last night hit me with earth-shattering force.

"Please...stop! No! Please! Don't do this!"

"Shut up, you little slut!"

He slapped me hard, knocking me down. Everything started spinning as my head hit the concrete. He easily dragged me up into the building.

The next 7 hours were hell on earth...

I start trembling terribly. My stomach is in knots. No, no, no, no, no, no...

I know I should go to the hospital and get checked out, but I would hate for Jim to find out, let alone Harvey. I delicately touch my sore, puffy hole, letting out a pained cry when I touch it. I look at my fingers and gasp in horror again at the blood and sticky white liquid covering my fingers.

My forensics training instincts kick in and I strip the bed, putting the sheets and pillowcases into plastic bags. I know that I have to preserve the evidence. That's the only way that there will be a remote chance of that monster getting caught.

I throw on some random clothes from the dresser and walk to Gotham General Hospital, which is extremely far from The Narrows.

I was scared and in pain when I hobbled in. I got out the words "I was ra--" then passed out.

I wake up in a hospital bed, tired and still sore as hell. I realize there's an IV in my arm. Painkillers, no doubt...

"Hello, I'm Dr Rosslynd. I've already completed your exam. You suffered some serious anal trauma." A woman doctor with long blonde hair says professionally.

"I-- I was...I was raped. I brought two bags with me, the bedsheets, where--"

"They're in evidence bags now. Nothing has been contaminated. It's fine. I can call Gotham SVU at any time."

I hesitate momentarily. Should I report this? I don't want to be treated like a victim. Then again, that's what I am. A victim.

"I'd like you to call them." I say quietly, my brain numb with the shock setting in.

A half hour later, a lady detective walks into my hospital room.

"Hello, Edward. My name is Olivia Stabler. Can you tell me what happened?" She says compassionately.

"I woke up in a Narrows apartment I didn't recognize. I hurt like hell. It took several moments for me to realize what happened. Then I remembered him grabbing me in that alley...I can still see his face..." I say quietly, horrified.

"Do you think you could give a good enough description for a sketch artist?" Olivia asks.

"Yeah... probably." I say shakily.