Okay seriously. If you are triggered or uncomfortable with sexual assault and that sort of dark content written in a VERY REAL way, just skip this chapter. You CAN skip this chapter.
It will not ruin the reading experience as what happened will still be obvious enough? I just felt it'd be wrong to play this off as less than it is.
Anyways that's your warning.
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After awhile Bast heard a click behind her.
"Who's there-"
"BAM!" A force slammed into her, throwing her against the stone wall surrounding the village as her gaze focused on her attacker with his forearm against her throat, pinking her to the wall.
"Jon...athan." She wheezed our as a dangerous light flickered in the teen boy's eyes.
"I'm so happy to see you out and about, my dear. But what are you doing out alone in the dark? We wouldn't want anything to happen to you before I get to... well."
He licked his lips as he looked down her body to her generous curves and long legs, peaking out beneath her simple white and blue dress that set off her dusky skin and blonde hair.
She shuddered in disgust.
And he noticed.
His eyes snapped to her face as rage filled him, his forearm pressing more heavily as she panicked, flailing her hands clawing at his arm as he choked her.
"You don't get to disrespect me!"
He bodily THREW her to the side as her shirt ripped along the back by dragging along the wall, blood beginning to flow.
Panic and true fear grew as she scrambled along the ground, Jonathan walking up behind her only to plant his boot on her back, more strength than should be possible pinning her down.
"Gaaaack..." she squeaked in pain as he knelt over her, his force pushing through his leg down on her.
"Someone like you, the daughter of a desert whore, should be grateful to be chosen by me."
He knelt down, and whispered in her ear.
"You can't stop me from taking you." And then he slowly licked her ear, perverted cruelty shining in his mad eyes as she began to cry.
"P-please... no... you can't do this... they'll see what you are..."
He grinned, straightening his back to come back to a kneeling stand with his foot and knee firmly planted on her back.
She could hear him breathe in deeply, a strange rush in the air moving, and he sighed in content as darkness began to spill from his hands.
"I hear the knight is even capable of feeling the elements and is close to becoming a mage, and his son is just as talented." Her father's words echoed in her ears, echoing in her head.
"None if you even realize my father is actually already a mage, do you? And as of yesterday... now so am I." Jonathan laughed.
He leaned down and whispered in Bast's ear as she cried, "Wanna see a neat spell?"
Notes of light and dark, small globes of yellow and others of purple began to appear as tracks of energy connected them.
It looked as though stars of light and dark were being connected into a constellation.
Light and dark...
A shimmer passed as a glove of darkness dropped around them, and then it became see through as light passed through.
Green marbles of light began to appear, linking into the spell as well and expanding the constellation with new connections.
"Nobody can see us now. Nobody can hear us. Nobody to stop me."
She began to thrash about under him, startling him before he focused on holding her again.
"Naughty girl... don't you know if I hadn't set up the spell-stars already I might've lost control of the energies? Luckily the spell can sustain itself without my focus once linked-"
Her elbow nailed him in the face, drawing blood, and he cursed as he leaped back!
She scrambled onto her knees, gasping as she could barely see past her tears, trying to run-!
His hand closed around her ankle and yanked her back to him, even as she kicked at him he kept pulling, and tendrils of darkness magic extended from him as she felt fatigue suddenly hit her, the darkness stealing her strength and using it to heal his broken nose.
"Ahh... now, little Bast, you're going to pay for that. Don't worry, our son won't be a bastard, even with a mother named Bast!" He began to laugh loudly, finding himself hilarious.
"I'll take good care of you, my pet whore, so don't struggle as I take my rewards."
Over the next hour, Bast cried, she wailed, she limply struggled with all her strength stolen by darkness magic.
Her clothes were shredded, her skin bruised and beaten, her blood let out by many scratches and the torn membrane inside by the end, and many bite marks would be left in her in the end.
And partway through she heard a voice.
She turned her head, and between the houses she could see her father!
"Bast! Where are you?"
He was looking for her!
"Father, please-!"
And he walked past, not even seeing the horrible thing done to his daughter.
He walked past as a house opened, the man and woman inside peering out. "What's the racket George?"
"I'm looking for Bast."
"I'm right here! Please!" She screamed as Jonathan grunted above her, and he began to laugh at her as she screamed.
"Please! Dad please!"
"Haven't seen her." The man replied, exiting his home as he ushered his wife back inside. "I'll help you look."
Her father, George, thanked him... and they left.
"Nobody can, uhn, save you, uhn. You're my whore now." And Jonathan emphasizes his sentence by biting her ear as he slammed down even faster as he became even more cruelly turned on by her despair.
And the light left her eyes as her will curled into herself, hiding from what was happening to her body.
And then it was over, and Jonathan lifted his sweaty body from hers with a satisfied grunt, his wicked limb sliding out with the fluid following.
She felt disgusting, sticky and gross with sweat and more.
She felt ashamed.
And he laughed as he patted her face.
"See? It hurts much less when you'd too struggling and just let it happen, doesn't it? You learned that, though you lasted longer than I thought. See you tomorrow night, my desert whore."
And he left, the slight shimmer do the spell collapsing as he stopped feeding it power.
Hours passed before her father passed again in the dead of night.
"BAST! BAST! BAST WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Many other voices in the distance indicated more had joined the search, and George was about to turn away until he noticed a lump next to the wall a short distance away, barely noticeable as a slightly darker splotch in the darkness.
He stepped closer, lifting his torch, to reveal the sight before him-
"Bast? What's... what is that on you... what happened..." his voice died away as he spoke.
He fell to his knees, and threw up.
"HEUGH! Cough, cough, heuk!" He kept going until he dry-heaved, crawling towards his daughter and gathering her up in his arms.
"Please no. Bast? Bast? No no no no..."
He shivered as he held her as if she were still a child, and not-
She was 19.
19 years old.
George cried as he held her.
"Oh baby no. Please no. I can't-this cant-please no."