A/N - Warning, this chapter actually goes pretty dark. If you don't feel comfortable with that it might be worth skipping to page 2
I may not have edited this one as well- it's actually kind of hard for me to re-read, as I usually empathize with my characters a lot, so ...please excuse odd mistakes or stuff like that.
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The alpha woke me at the start of the fifth week there. He was impatient, tired of waiting, and I found my arms tied behind my back, as I was held down, as he ordered them to keep the doctor downstairs. A collar was snapped around my neck and I struggled with him, struggled as hard as I could while the clothing was cut off me, but I knew it was going to happen. I knew it and I still wasn't prepared for it.
One of them held me down, forcing me to kneel in front of him on the bed, and I was raped then. He couldn't have the 'usual' place and so he'd decided he'd go for the other place. When I passed out from the pain and lack of oxygen, I was woken up again, over and over, the alpha ordering them to keep me awake. Let me feel it. Let me feel who owned me, who had the right to my body, who could do whatever the hell they wanted with it from now on. I could smell my own blood as he didn't bother to be gentle or slow, feel it running down the back of my legs, too much of it, far too much. My head was already starting to swim and the boat felt like it was rocking more than usual. Their voices were fading away, distant, sinking away with the sounds of the boat.
This time, when I passed out, I stayed there. Screw being strong. I wasn't strong. I was escaping.
I went home. To Stonehaven. Paige's voice was calling from there and this time, instead of pushing it away, instead of forcing it out with guilt, I clung to it, I followed it away from the pain. And there I was, sitting in a chair, and Paige was speaking to me as if she was right beside me. Or behind me. I didn't know.
"I'm in your head."
Well, of course she was, I was unconscious. Did people usually know when they were unconscious? I felt a stab of fear, suddenly, for the babies. I was here and they were there. Still. I could see no bump coming out of the top.
"No, you're in my body and I'm in your head." Paige explained, patiently. "We've been trying for a while. I'm not sure why it worked so well this time."
I saw Jeremy there then, I thought, saw a pair of legs I guessed were his and felt a surge of relief, wanted to reach out and touch him. Make sure he was really there. I couldn't move though.
"You can talk." Paige said, softly.
"Jeremy?" My words, Paige's voice. How strange. "Are those your legs?"
"Anne?" He shifted closer, hesitating, before I saw one of his hands reach out and touch Paige's hand. It was difficult, his nature didn't like it much, but maybe he guessed how much I needed that right now. Only, I couldn't feel it, and I needed to. I needed to feel someone who wasn't raping me. I needed to be touched.
I felt Paige flinch in my mind at that thought.
"Look, no bump." I said, but my voice ...or rather, Paige's voice... twisted with a kind of grief that threatened to throw me out again. My babies. Where were they?
"They're still there." Paige said, softly. "I don't know why it worked so well but you'll go back."
Jeremy moved to kneel in front of me so I could see him properly now. He looked tired, hands on my hands, but alert enough for me. How badly I wanted to hug him. Or anyone from the pack, for that matter. He spoke, his other hand coming up to find Paige's other hand. "Where are you?"
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