Hard Time's

You're Going Down

The Baroness is crying she feels him against her arse as he goes to take her again. There is a loud bang and the couple both jump. Jonathon is used as a battering ram as he is thrown through the bedroom door. 'What the hell are you doing here?!' the baron gets up redoing his trousers. He grabs Jonathon by the scruff of the neck lifting him up. The younger man is twitching. 'The chief is here.' The Baron looks confused. 'What?!' The Baron turns and sees you entering the room. 'Afternoon.' The Baroness twists in the handcuffs she sees you. '(Y/N)!' she starts to cry with relief. You look over at your girl.

You see the blood on her back she's a few bruises on her body not as bad as prison as this had been a different type of hell. Your eyes go to the toy on the bed and you immediately know exactly what he's been doing to her. 'You cunt.' you speak quietly. The Baron stares at you. 'I heard you died.' You smirk. 'Ditto.' The Baron flares his nostrils. 'I imagine Victoria isn't your type after your little camp trip, did they fix that head of yours.' He's lifted a knife from his bedside table. You smile and walk towards him you aren't afraid. 'What can I say? I bow to the power of the pussy.'

The Baron sneers in false amusement. 'Let's end this.' You reach behind you and take a knife out of your back pocket. 'Let's.' Jonathon has crawled back from you all slinking off. The Baron swings at you with the knife you duck slicing his leg. The Baroness screams for you and begs that you remain unharmed but she's cuffed to the bed. The Baron hisses and grabs your hair slamming you into a wall your nose bursts. He jams the knife in to puncture the back of your neck. You move in the nick of time kicking his balls he howls in pain and rams the knife through your hand into the wall.

You scream in agony, the baron tries to recover from the kick. The Baroness spies the cuff keys on the bedside table reaching for them. They are just out of reach her fingers can almost touch them, almost. You grab the knife out of your hand and the blood pulses. The Baron punches you knocking you over a table you lie still, and he leans over you, you are unconscious. He starts to undo his trousers taking out his cock. Your knife is still in your hand, his, had been pierced through your hand till you ripped it out.

"It's been a long time coming
And the table's turned around
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
I'm not running,
It's a little different now
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down"

'Just another whore.' he laughs and undoes your trousers. 'ARGH!' the agony he feels is unbearable as he's grabbed from behind. It's so quick when the Baroness rams his knife into his length with one hate-filled strike. The Baron falls to the floor writhing in agony and she watches. 'Victoria?' you ask groggily she's quickly shimmied into a silk nightdress. She leans over the table and cups your cheek. 'I thought I'd lost you.' she whispers. You place your hand on her cheek looking into her blue eyes. 'You could never, ever, lose me.' you whisper. 'I love you.' you press a soft kiss against her lips.

'I love-' The Baron has grabbed her off of you he's badly wounded but still going strong. He pins her to the wall squeezing her throat. You jump on his back and then dig your fingernails into his eyes roaring in anger because you can see the fear in your lover's eyes. He lets go of her trying to knock you off. The Baroness gasps for air then seeing him kicking your ribs she quickly tries to intervene. He turns feeling her grab him but before he can hurt her she shoves him with all her might, you hit the back of his legs.

The Baron falls backward through the long glass window vanishing over the edge. The baroness drops to her knees and takes you in her arms. She's crying and you quickly bring her onto your lap and bring her into your chest. You look into each other's eyes she looks exhausted her body aches and she is traumatized by all she has been made to endure. 'I'm here princess.' you soothe kissing her gently but she flinches. You back off from her realising she is vulnerable but she takes your hand squeezing it. 'Thank you. For coming back for me darling.' she touches your cheek. Her voice is quiet and you hiss suddenly remembering the pain in your hand.

The Baroness sees this and gets up getting one of her scarves she is shaking she wraps it around your hand and ties it tight. You get up and wrap an arm around her waist protectively, she allows this. 'C'mon, let's get you into something warmer.' You see her back has whip marks so it may not be in her best interest to put her through the discomfort of a bra. 'Baroness, what do you want to wear?' The Baroness is barely listening to you. 'Oh, if you could bring me my robe just, and my slippers?' she asks quietly. You nod and grab what she needs.

You help her into the robe and she hisses when it touches her back. 'I'm sorry.' you apologise immediately. You sink to your knees helping her with her slippers. The Baroness reaches down and lightly touches your cheek. 'It's not your fault.' she watches you sadly. You get up and carefully tie the belt of her gown. 'We should go downstairs and see what's happening with the others.' The Baroness nods and takes your hand like a lost child as you lead her downstairs. You stop halfway and she looks at you. 'They hurt you a lot didn't they?' the muscles twitch across her face. 'Not right now please, later?' you nod and go to pat her arm she flinches.

You totally understand why and remain just holding her hand because that is what she needs right now. You meet Louis, John, and Kat in the drawing room. 'Baroness.' Louis pales seeing her he immediately goes to hug her she squeezes your hand with fright. You intercept him standing in front of her. 'I-she needs some time okay.' you feel her grip slacken. She's embarrassed, she's embarrassed about what she's been made to do and embarrassed you all know it. 'We both do.' you add taking some of the heat off her. She squeezes your hand in thanks.

Louis nods and backs off. 'Harold?' you ask. 'Tied up in the basement.' you nod. 'The Baron?' he asks. 'Chucked him out the window.' you say bluntly. 'Jonathon?' Kat asks. 'No idea.' you reply. 'The chief?' the Baroness finally speaks. 'Dead.' Louis replies. 'How?' the Baroness raises an eyebrow. 'I ran over him, then reversed over him for good measure. How did you know?' you ask Louis. 'We followed you out here, we stopped to get rid of the body.' You nod. 'Cheers.' 'Baroness.' John's voice is weak. The Baroness walks over to him and slaps him hard across the face. 'You lied to me.' she hisses quietly.

John takes the slap he knows he deserved it. 'I'm sorry.' he apologises. You stare at John angrily you have no sympathy for him right now. 'Get out.' the Baroness's voice trembles. You squeeze her hand to comfort her. 'Baroness-' he begins again. 'You heard her, get out John.' you speak coldly. John gives a single nod he's still in much pain so he struggles but he leaves. 'What should we do about the others?' Louis asks. 'We will need to dispose of the Baron's body and we need to decide what is to be done with Harold. We can kill him or make him our scapegoat.' you suggest.

'Baroness.' John is back and you are getting really tired of this. 'Louis, throw him out, now!' Louis looks conflicted. John holds up his hands. 'It's not what you think.' you listen to him. 'Well?' you ask. 'There isn't a body out there.' The Baroness drops your hand and quickly heads out to the front garden. 'No, no, no!' she goes into a full-blown panic attack. You quickly take her into your arms. 'Darling, sh, I won't let him hurt you again.' she grabs onto your tightly her full body trembles as she holds onto you, and you close your eyes.