Humming Bird Lexa/You/Clarke story

Mealtime

Y/n's pov:

I squirm as water fills my nose and dampens the cloth in my mouth. My body shoots up to a sitting position. I catch my breath around the cloth to try and steady my heartbeat. My vision straightens out and I peer straight into Luna's unforgiving eyes.

My senses slowly register that we are not the only ones in the room though I am still seated in only my bra and underwear. I shift around my body and notice my arms are untied but my waist and ankles are tied to the wooden chair I am seated in. My wrists feel stiff, I look down to see them heavily wrapped. I feel my eyes drift numbly back up to the wild brunette's remembering the pool I worked so hard to create. Luna's eyes shift beside me and I turn my face to see a heavy built man with a curly beard standing beside me with a bucket in his hands. He nods in Luna's direction and leaves us alone. 

Luna stands and walks around the table. I stare straight ahead feeling her bring her lips close to my ear, "How about I take you under the table right now, with my fingers 'kitn?" I feel the color from my face drain while she tugs down the cloth so it lays limply on my chin. "There are other people around Luna," I keep my eyes in front of me to try to get her angry. I would rather her beat me then get anywhere near me. She slowly stalks around the table, her predator stare never leaving my face. "Guess you'll have to be quiet." My eyes widen as she slips beneath the tablecloth my legs immediately cross, my hands on my thighs. I look around the room, but the others at the table make no show that my presence is even here let alone that a girl just went under the table.

I feel her hands firmly press on my inner knees, slowly pushing them apart. "Please don't," I murmur quietly trying to hold back the tears, my vision trained to the fried food on the plate in front of me. Her fingers slide between my legs, she digs her nails into my skin and slowly pulls them apart. 

"Move your arms beautiful or I'll bring someone over to do it for you." I take in a shaky breath and move my last line of defense. "Good 'kitn," my stomach churns and grows cold with the sound of her sickening tone. 

"Now relax and eat your food." Her fingers move their way up my inner thighs, pulling my underwear to the side. "Don't make me ask twice 'kitn." I feel my arms mechanically oblige to her sickly voice. They grab the fork and knife and begin to cut the fried food. I feel her fingers play with my clit before one slips down to my pussy and through my folds. A tear falls from my eyes while the world becomes very distant. I take in a shaky breath and continue to cut my fried up food, her finger bending in me at an irregular beat. 

I try to pull away, but her other hand digs its nails into my thigh. I open my mouth in a gasp of pain and stay still, letting her finally have her way.

Flashes of Clarke's smile and Lexa's eyes play before my vision. My arm forks a piece of the cut food and brings it to my quivering lips. The pain in between my hips growing as I feel her add another finger.

She pulls me lower into the chair while I chew the burnt food. The tarnished texture leaving my tastebuds cringing as it slowly slides down my throat. I take another bite and feel her pace quickening. I take in another shaky breath as I chew, my mind becoming limp as another tear falls. My eyes don't dare look anywhere but the food, my arms no longer having the capacity to move as they grow heavy. She pulls out of me and I feel her tongue wash over my center to clean up my mess. My hands drop the silverware and lay heavy on the table. I feel my eyes stare at the far away food, the tears brimming my eyes once more.

Her hair pops up from beneath the tablecloth, her eyes sparkling with pride while she sits in her chair. I just sit and stare off at nothing, my chest becoming uncomfortable to move. I see in my peripheral vision Luna bring her fingers to her mouth, licking me off them. I feel her finger beneath my chin pushing my eyes to look at hers. I see them soften a little, but her smug smirk tells me it's not genuine. "You taste delicious 'kitn," her tongue slowly licks her bottom lip while she drinks in my upper body like I'm a piece of meat. "I can't wait for dessert." My eyes fall back to my food while I try not to cry. 

My jaw tenses as her fingers grip my chin tightly, her way of making me look back up at her. "Make sure you eat," my stomach sinks watching her cold smirk grow, "you'll need your strength." I glumly turn my attention back to the food on my plate not making any movements to continue eating. "'Kitn, I will feed you." I swallow the lump in my throat and mechanically pick up my fork and knife to slowly begin cutting again, aware that her icy stare hasn't left me. 

I slowly work on cutting the food making tiny bits so I won't have to chew as much. My body flinches as Luna slams her hands on the table and loudly pushes her chair back. I continue to cut slowly realizing she is circling the table to get closer to me. 

SLAP

My chin begins to quiver as I realize she hit me again. I feel my arms fall beside me and my eyes fall to my lap. I distantly watch her fork some meat and bring it to my lips giving me a stare that sends chills down my spine while I unconsciously take the meat into my mouth and chew. I barely swallow before she shoves another piece into my mouth. I hear her pull up a chair and sit beside me, forking another piece for me to eat. 

"I am not letting you die 'kitn. You will eat." I sit still, my hands picking at their bandages. I watch her fork another piece and bring it to my lips then put the fork down and grab the napkin to wipe my face. 

"I will not lose my 'kitn." Her touch seems almost delicate as she wipes the crumbs and grease from around my lips.