Broken Love

The Aftermath

TW: Aftermath of physical abuse, aftermath of emotional manipulation

Willow

It had been a few hours since our failed attempt at revenge, revenge that we had both thought would work flawlessly. But Simon always wins one way or another, after all... he's a man trained in warfare, a man trained in emotional manipulation. The trees pass by quickly as Konig drives my small broken frame to the hospital after my "beloved" husband decided to nearly shatter my pelvis after forcing his cock down my throat. Tears trickle down my cheeks, a delicate sheen of sweat coating my exhausted skin. Konig grips my thigh tightly as he drives, occasionally glancing at my face. "Breathe, mein schatz... breathe. We're almost there, I promise." He says with a reassuring tone, I groan through another wave of pain as I try and shift in the seat. I swallow a massive lump in my throat, swallowing through the feeling of wanting to vomit as I think back to what had happened to me, what I had done... My eyes go fuzzy as the pain overwhelms my senses, my breaths coming out in huffs as nausea starts to flood my stomach. Konig hastily pulls up to the emergency room doors and rushes to my side, helping me out as I lose the contents of my stomach on the ground, holding my hair back and letting me finish. Three nurses run out to help me in, two holding my arms as they drag me in and the other getting my information from Konig. 

They carefully lay me down on a bed, removing my sweat covered clothes and sliding a thin hospital gown over my sensitive cold skin. They hook me up to an IV and take my vitals, checking my skin, their fingers reaching the horrific black and blue bruises that mar my once perfect pelvis. I wince at their delicate touch, whimpering in the process. She withdraws her hand, worried about hurting me more than I already am. They quickly send in an order for an x-ray for my pelvis to make sure nothing is broken, as they give me some morphine for the pain, Konig finally finishes and sits down next to my bed. He takes my hand as the morphine kicks in, my face slowly relaxing as I look at him, my eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion, he gently moves my strands of hair out of my sweat covered face, smiling sweetly at me from under his iconic sniper hood. His voice sounds like a soft echo delicately caressing my weak body. "Just rest, liebling... no need to speak, ja?" He says softly as he runs a calloused finger along my forehead, the sounds of the monitors I'm hooked up to beeping as darkness swirls in my eyes, lulling me deep into the sweet embrace of heavy sleep.

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The drive home is filled with a comforting silence as Konig lets me silently rest in the passenger seat, his hand protectively holding onto my thigh as I lean my head against the window. After having my x-ray down, they determined that nothing was broken. The only damage being excessive deep bruising in the muscles around my hips and pelvis, they gave me some pain relief before I left and sent a script for Konig to get when I'm home and resting. We pull into the driveaway of his home, a cozy cottage on the outskirts of the city that is perfect for his massive size, he opens my door and helps me out of the car slowly, his arm linked with mine as he supports my weight. He helps me up the stairs, bringing me into the quiet dark living room, laying me down on his large sectional as he covers my body with my favorite throw blanket. "I'll get you some water, mein schatz. And then I have to get your medicine, okay?" He says as he leans down and places a soft kiss on my forehead, I nod and smile up at him. 

"Thank you, Konig. For everything." I say with a shaky weak voice, my eyes grow heavy once again as the weight of the evening weighs heavily on my mind. He stands with his hand still lingering on my forehead, gazing down at my pale face. You can feel the energy of the room, thick with anger and rage; but he hides it within. Plotting, thinking of ways he can torture Simon for the horrible things he had done to me. But he knows I would never wish harm to come to him, he knows I'm too pure of heart to wish that on him, knows that despite the hell he had put me through, despite the absolute pain he inflicted on me, I'm still too sweet, too good to stoop to that level. It angers him. 

(A/N FINALLY, I'm so sorry for the time between the original, the prequel, and now the sequel, planning a wedding with mental health issues is stressful, but we're finally here! And I'm so excited to see the story unfold for Willow and Konig!)