Okay! Very very serious warning. This chapter is actually disgusting! I hope I describe her emotions well in it. Remember if you're young I did warn you, the risk in reading this is yours. This actually made me feel sick and cringe. I hope you can handle it.

Felicity's POV.

I have been here for four days but it feels like I've been here for months. Time has gone by so slowly and although I have been able to see the sun rise and fall each day I know I will not survive here much longer. This big flashy house that screams 'wealthy snob' drives me up the wall, there are so many people and they all stare at me like I'm some sort of animal.

He gave me my own room to stay in but the first night I tried so hard to fight him, I tried to lock myself in the room so he couldn't come and take me to his with force. My whole life I have done what others expect of me, so for once I was going to fight back. No longer will I be the willing victim, no more will I allow others to take advantage of me. I want revenge against every person who has ever done me wrong but I know I am too weak, fear has been too close a friend of mine for too long, it's hard to let it go.

I thought my father was bad but the Ruler of the Rogues was worse. I tried to stay away from him and not be forced into his bed but when he finally broke threw my bedroom door and pushed aside the barricades I setup to slow him down, he beat me to an inch of my life and then walked out. None of the rogues cared about what he was doing to me; when I was forced to come down and eat in front of them, I saw many of them laughing at me, give me looks that expressed their happiness in my pain. Each and every one of them thriving on the evil that befalls others, they're all the same.

The next night I still tried to put up a fight but quickly gave up as he beat me again but only enough to give as a warning. He carried me to his room as I screamed and I tried to shake out of his hold but his grip only tightened to an excruciating amount. When we entered his room he had me slowly strip for him saying if I didn't he would do much worse, then he took me with such force it brought immediate tears to my eyes. With one hand on my neck he strengthened his grip and reveled in the pain it gave me, it actually caused him to become even harder and more aroused, extending my torture even longer.

Finally when he was done he threw me naked out of his room and had me walk back to mine. On my way back many different pairs of eyes travelled the length of my body, and the rogues that happened to be around watched my walk of shame. None of them came close to me for they knew he would not take lightly to them touching me since I was his but that didn't stop them from staring.

Last night was the worst, he didn't drag me to his room but instead came to mine; I almost wish he did bring me to his room, to know I'm sleeping in the bed where he forced himself upon me is revolting.

He came to me in the middle of the night and forced me to go down on him, making me choke from how deep he was forcing himself in and he didn't care whether I could take it or not. Not once did he care how I felt about all of this. When he finally let me raise my head, he rested his body on my bed and stayed there doing nothing while he had me lower myself onto him for his pleasure. All I wanted to do was wash every inch of my body from the feeling of his touch.

He lay on my bed on his back, hands behind his head, as I stayed on my knees over top him, making me do all the work. I felt disgusting as I used my body to pleasure him and he knew it; the look in his eyes told me clearly. An evil but knowing glint hiding just below the surface, a lazy smile on his lips. He would occasionally lift his hips up meeting my thrusts with leisure ones of his own, and finally I felt him cum inside me.

Instead of leaving as I thought he would he reversed our positions until I was underneath him. He kept his body completely over mine, he didn't pull out but just stayed inside me all night while he slept. The whole night I 'slept' with him on top of me cutting off my breathing, I could feel one of my legs go numb from his weight. I never fell asleep until the small hours of morning but I wasn't given much rest as I woke up this morning to the feeling of him driving himself into me, my knees were drawn up around his hips and back as he took me with such force I knew I was going to have dark bruises along the inside of my thighs.

When he finally finished he got up from the bed, but just before he walked out his words to me were "don't get dressed you'll just have to take them off again, I may or may not come again during the day and I don't want to have to deal with the hassle of undressing you. Don't have me come back to find you dressed, if you think you understand the pain I can give you, you really have no idea."

I didn't answer but instead just waited for him to leave, the minute I was alone I ran to the shower and scrubbed myself raw. Half an hour later I got out of the shower and dried myself off, I was not going to disobey him and get another beating for it.

I've see how brutal his punishments are. The other day at dinner one of his rogues didn't follow a command about something he told them to do and as everyone was eating he had the guy bound to a pole in the room and whiped, then he had him beaten to death right before us all. I lost my appetite quickly during the time the man was being whiped but after watching him be bludgeoned to death, I could feel bile rise up in my throat. So if I did decide try to disobey him now and put clothes on, I have a good idea of what would happen if I don't do as he says, I learned that pretty quickly.

It was finally dark out and he hasn't come to see me all day which I am thankful for but I know soon he will either come to get me or keep me here and use me, I'm not sure which is worse. I'm lying in bed trying to feel less exposed under the bed sheets instead of walking around my room naked, I haven't left the room at all not wanting anyone to see me naked.

I hear a knock at the door and the person doesn't wait for a response, "he wants you down stairs...now." I nod my head in response, I sit up holding the sheets against my body but don't move and just stare at the guy, hoping he will tell me more "he said you will come down as you are, he doesn't care if anyone sees you." I don't answer but just get up off the bed and head to the guy by the door. Once I'm close enough he turns around and heads down the hallway leaving me to follow behind him, he leads me to the dining hall where all the meals are eaten. The minute we enter all noise and conversations stop as everyone's eyes look towards me.

I see my Master at the head table grinning from ear to ear, he beckons me and my guide forward and with my head up high and back straight I walk towards him. I do not let anyone see the embarrassment I feel for being naked before them. My master can know what I really feel behind closed doors but all the rest of the rogues will not.

I sit in my seat and wait to be served, once given my plate I eat in silence next to him eating my food. We are the only ones at this table and we have a view of all the other tables before us, he obviously likes to feel like a king with all his subjects seated before him. As I'm in the middle of my meal I look up to notice that most people are only paying attention to their food or the conversations they are having with others. Some of the rogues have left but there is still a good amount of people around.

I was so focused on the people around me that I didn't notice the twitching fingers making their way across my left thigh and pushing between my legs until complete contact with my tender flesh was made. I jolted at the unexpected touch and looked at the horrible man sitting beside me, he was smiling broadly at me not caring that anyone could see what he was doing and he liked my nervousness about it.

My eyes travelled around the room checking to see if anyone noticed, no one was looking in our direction but I could tell some people were intentionally not looking to where we were and knew they could tell what was happening.

The fingers between my legs separated my folds and began to move roughly against my most sensitive area and my hips involuntarily reacted to the touch, shifting forward to meet his searching fingers. I felt three fingers enter me and faught against the rising pleasure I was feeling and the awkwardness of my situation. I tried so hard to keep in my sounds but it was proving to be hard and so I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see the looks on anyone's faces as I couldn't fight the hand that was exploiting me in front of everyone.

I let out a soft moan and right away I heard a large amount of chairs shift back and the sound of retreating steps met my ears. The pace of his fingers picked up and I could no longer hold myself back, I tried to escape the fingers but he had shifted out of his seat and got up to hold me down. I knew if I tried to strike out at him he would easily beat me again so I just let it happen. I leanded forward, placing both hands on the table trying to fight the rising tide but as h worked my outside nub and my inner flesh at once I screamed out in unwanted ecstacy.

The minute he withdrew his fingers and moved away from me signifying I could leave I got up and ran from the room. Disgust at my own body and him rushed threw me, being defiled and knowing you can't do anything about it, knowing your body can't fight how it feels even if your mind feels different is what makes me hate myself for it. The minute I get to my 'room' I shut the door and run to the shower again. I wash myself furiously in frustration, I feel dirty and used, I hate knowing that this is my life now.

No one is coming to rescue me and I just have to accept that. I quickly will learn how to hate myself for what my life is going to become. This is who I am now so I might as well get used to it. I leave the shower and get in the bed, closing my eyes to fall asleep into a dark abyss, if only just to escape from the world for a short amount of time.

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I know...the stuff in the chapter just sucks for Felicity. Who else wants to kill Mr. Rogue? I write some seriously messed up stuff lol

Also sorry everyone for the SUPER late update...my cousin who I haven't seen for some time is visiting and I've been spending so much time with her that I keep forgetting I need to update! But here it is...and sorry it's such a terrible one. I know you all just want a happily ever after ending for her. Maybe one day she'll get it.

-Viorra