Rogue One: An Untamed Story

Chap 9: The Coronet

A/N: Really big warning!

Acts/mention of abuse, implied sexual harassment and coarse, legitimate swearing (like the the F-word). I'll just rate this chap as like N16.

Please skip if uncomfortable, I'll do a quick summary in the following chapter so you won't miss much.

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Liu Yang's pov:

"Another victory!!"

Boss Zhao lifted two pudgy sacks with his strong and buff arms. He said, "We've done a job well done again, men! We've looted not one, not two, but three families!" Then, he tossed the sacks onto the ground, and out spilled gold and silver coins, necklaces, bracelets, gems and shiny hairsticks. 

There were even small knives and daggers, dexterously crafted and engraved with fancy curling. These stolen goods no doubt cost a fortune!

The other bandits roared and cheered. Yet, the excitement had only begun when two more men appeared carrying two sacks each. They did the same as their boss, and out spilled all sorts of sparkly and expensive things.

Some who were the closest took whatever they could from the sacks, before their boss had the chance to declare that it all belonged to him.

"Another job well done thanks to you, boss!"

"BOSS IS THE MIGHTEST, AND THE FIERCEST OF THEM ALL!  NO ONE CAN COMPARE TO THE LIKES OF HIM!" The bandits chorused together. They crowd around an enormous table, wide enough to encompass all thirty of them. They clanked their cups filled with cheap alcohol. 

"More drinks! More drinks!" A bandit said, his cheeks flushed pink from the wine. His equally drunk friend clumsily refilled his wooden cup. He didn't seem to mind that some of it had spilled onto his shirt and pants, and happily tossed his head back and drank the wine in one go.

Boss Zhao grinned with satisfaction, and he clapped the back of one of his comrades. He then glanced to the far corner of the hall in their mansion that served as their lair. He grinned wider, and sent one of his men to the dungeon.

Liu Yang shuddered, both from disgust at the  group of rambunctious men and a cold breeze that blew over her. She fidgeted and tucked her legs up against her chest to preserve her warmth. 

The day she had been brought to this hell hole, she had been pushed, and grabbed in places where no decent human being should be touching. Minzhe had been torn away from her, leaving her defenseless. She had tried to fight back, but against thirty men, she clearly stood no chance.

They had tore her robes, ripping the fabric short and exposing her thighs. And if that wasn't enough, some looked at her with eyes of lust. And on that same night, she screamed in fear.

Liu Yang's entire body was covered in bruises and cuts, some from the bandits, and some from a shard of glass she found on the fourth day she was here. These vile men, if you could even call them that, had violated her person.

She was deeply humilated and her body shook everytime she thought about where their hands had touched her.

A man with his two front teeth missing, sauntered over to the small dungeon Liu Yang was kept in. He leaned his arms on the metal bars, and slid one arm in between them. In his hand, he held a wine cup.

"Come now pretty fair-wy...hav' a drin'..." He slurred with a lazy smirk.

Liu Yang didn't as much as make a sound. She paid him no mind and turned her back to him. With her knees up against her chest, she buried her head in them and tried her best not to whimper.