Fall Into Me

..VIII..

A/N: There is a marker for you to skip the incident ' *_*_*_*_* '. I debated on taking it out entirely, but I decided to leave the decision to read it to you. I have warned you all enough over the past few months. If you think it may trigger you but still want to read it, please ensure you are in a safe space when you do, the last thing I want is for one of you to have panic attacks or flashbacks in an unsafe space.

Content Warnings:

Graphic Descriptions of Rape. (This can be skipped)

Extreme Violence, Gore and Blood.

Powerful pounding in her skull slowly woke her up, though it was difficult to do so. Minerva's mouth was bone dry, a frown creasing her brow as she attempted to wet her lips with her tongue. A soft groan left her and she hissed in pain, head throbbing.

A terrible chill was set in her body, making her shiver and her teeth chatter. Minerva attempted to pull the duvet up over herself, but found she couldn't move her left arm more than a couple of inches. Trying her right arm gave her the same result. Slowly she became aware that her hands were pressed together, and she couldn't separate them.

Taking in a sharp breath, pain radiated from the back of her skull, but not the kind she was used to from her migraines. This was reminiscent of impact pain, like when she was trapped in the castle cellar after the bomb had gone off and a large stone had knocked her out.

Sluggishly, Minerva tried to move her legs, to curl up and preserve her warmth, but found that she couldn't. Jerking her legs and arms, Minerva groaned softly, trying to wake up, to become more alert. Everything felt thick and slow, like her bones had been filled with lead and some viscous fluid, making her heavy and clumsy.

Something warm wrapped around her wrists, squeezing them painfully, causing her to hiss through her teeth. The pain gave her more awareness, telling her many things were wrong. She wasn't still, her back rhythmically scraping something rock hard, the soreness telling her the skin was rubbed raw by the constant motion.

The warmth on her wrists disappeared, then surrounded her throat. Warning bells were going off in her brain, but try as she might, she couldn't open her eyes, she couldn't do much of anything. Something wet and warm touching her lips, and when she refused to open them, fingers pressed into the back of her jaw, forcing her to comply.

There wasn't much resistance in her to begin with, and so a tongue was in her mouth, making her choke with how deep it pressed into her throat. More awareness came to her, and her brain panicked when it registered that something was inside of her, thrusting in and out.

That adrenaline helped to chase away more of whatever was disabling her body, though she still felt sluggish and could not open her eyes. It didn't stop her from trying to twist her body, to throw whatever was in and on her off.

The tongue disappeared, and she was vaguely aware of a man grunting above her, a hand groping and squeezing her breasts, the friction on her back increasing. Then, it all stopped, but warmth was seeping inside her frozen body.

It took too long for her to realise what was happening, not that she could do anything about it. A sharp prick in her arm, and everything became harder to hold onto as she slipped back into a slumber.

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Several times, Minerva almost came to, and every time she was being raped. Never did she remember it was happening until the awareness began creeping back in, then horror and disgust filled her, but still, she could do nothing.

Having no idea of how much time had passed, when Minerva did wake fully, she was angry. The room she was in was dark and cold, and she was tied to something.