Part Two

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// "I love you Hilde," Duo's voice was husky with arousal as his lips traveled down my neck.

"I love you too Duo." Arching my back and fisting my hands in his hair I felt his teeth nip sensually at my collarbone. His fingers suddenly exploring my softness caused me to gasp and moan in pleasure. Sensations from his teeth on my neck and his fingers were overriding my senses.

Yet for some reason something felt wrong, I couldn't put a name to what caused this sudden uneasiness but it was there and it bothered me.

Duo felt my sudden hesitation and looked into my eyes, "Hilde? What's the matter babe?" An uncertain look must have been on my face because he removed his fingers from my softness and cupped my face instead, "Hilde I want you to remember this, I love you and no matter what I will always be there for you when you need me. Okay?" His sensual mouth pulled upwards into a smile as he continued to stare at me.

"Oh Duo," Pulling his face closer to mine I claimed those beautiful lips hungrily, I loved him so much, "Duo now please." To illustrate my demand I ground my hips against his arousal. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he slipped his hardness into my body, the thrusting movements of his tongue matched those of his body as he took me.

Moaning and feeling a need to drag his body even closer to mine I dug my nails into his backs, I needed this, I wanted this.

Suddenly Duo stopped thrusting which caused me to moan in disappointment, was this some new game of his? Looking up I saw an almost malevolent look in his eyes, "Duo?"

A sadistic grin spread across his handsome face, "You know what Hilde? You are really pathetic babe."

"Wh-what? Duo what are you talking about?"

Pathetic?

"You always depend on me, what am I some fucking parent of yours? You really make me sick Hilde. You wanna know what you are babe? A convenient fuck. If you honestly think someone could love you're skinny little ass then you're more pathetic than I thought. Hell, you're not even good in bed anyway, do you know how hard it is to pretend that you're some decent chick when I'm screwing you?"

Tears racing down my face I watched Duo leave my body and walk naked out of the room, "No…" What was this? Was this some sick joke? Or had I really allowed myself to be stupid and so completely fooled by Duo? A click brought my racing thoughts to a halt as I looked up. Duo, and he was pointing a gun at me.

"Hilde babe, you're really not worth the effort, hell you never were." He pulled the trigger and pain exploded in my chest. The impact threw me backwards and I landed on my back looking up at the ceiling, I felt blood, my blood, spreading across my chest and even down my throat. I couldn't tell which had hurt more, Duo's words or the bullet wound; both were killing me. Eyes closing I breathed in my last breath and into the blackness I fell. //

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"No!" Panting, sweating heavily I sat up and looked down at my chest. Gone was the bullet hole and the blood, gone was the bed and room. The cold cinderblocks and bars of the jail filled my blurry vision as I cried; Duo was gone too.

A dream, another dream in a long line of horrible dreams that plagued me night after night. The first dream had been of a dead and bloody Relena staring up at me with shocked eyes, ever since that first dream more dreams had come and every night they got worse. I still felt a pain in chest; the pain hadn't been a dream. Groaning lightly I lay back down and gently touched my ribs. The other night the guards had been a bit more vicious then usual in their beating, I couldn't tell if my ribs were broken or just bruised, all I knew was that they hurt like hell.

Shivering in the cold, dark cell my thoughts turned to the latest dream, Duo had been so lifelike and his harsh words were still ringing in my ears, was I pathetic? I had been in this damned cell for two excruciating weeks and somehow I still held a small hope that someone would realize my innocence and rescue me.

Thinking about the two weeks of loneliness, blackness, the beatings, and the dreams I realized that I really was pathetic. The very people whom I had considered friends and who I had hoped would save me were the very ones who had arrested me and who were pushing for an execution. I had heard from the guards, my so-called friends didn't even want me to have a trial; apparently they had called it a waste of time and were requesting an immediate execution, hell I was beyond pathetic. After two weeks Relena still hadn't woken up, her condition wasn't worse but the longer she stayed under the less chance there was that she would ever wake up.

Shit the longer she stays down the less chance I have for surviving.

The sadistic guards thought it was a real laugh to keep my informed about everything that was happening, including the rumors going around about Duo and some new preventer getting caught screwing in a storage closet, they didn't believe in leaving out any details about it either.

After two weeks of constant hell I felt completely drained, I felt bitter too, really bitter. You would think that the very people who were supposed to be my friends would have at least considered for a moment that I had been framed, you think they would have come to at least question me, they should have know that I would never have hurt Relena. Hell, you think a man who was supposed to have been my fiancée would have come, but he hadn't, no one had. The guards had taken away my engagement ring and said they were giving it back to Duo, I didn't deserve it. I was one of the fools who had thought that with love came trust and I had loved and trusted all of my friends, dear god I had loved Duo more than anything and trusted him with my life. Apparently in every case those feelings had been completely one-sided. I bit my lip to prevent my sobs from being heard, I had learned well the second night when I had woken up screaming and crying from my first dream. If the guards heard any sounds coming from my cell they would come in and beat me until I would be quiet, they said I was a worthless bitch and should have the courtesy to not awaken the other prisoners with my annoying sounds.

The opening of the cell door got my attention and I looked up quickly, I knew I hadn't made enough noise to be heard tonight but they had come anyway, their nightly beating had ended a while ago, had they decided I needed more tonight? I know I certainly didn't, hell what I needed was for them to just fuck off and leave me alone.

"Hello little bitch," their nickname for me, "We've been talking and decided that we all want to try something new tonight." The biggest of the three guards knelt next to the cot and patted my head causing me to flinch away in reflex.

"Yeah," the second guard chimed in, "After all we can't allow the guards at the big prison you're go to have all the fun."

A gag was shoved into my mouth as usual and my hands were tied to the top of the cot. A hand roughly grabbed my breast and squeezed me hard enough to cause tears.

Oh god no, please no!

I had a very good idea of what it was that wanted to do, they wouldn't be beating me this time though now I would have preferred it.

The rough gray prison pants were shoved down my hips along with my underwear and my shirt was unbuttoned and my bra pulled down onto my stomach. Closing my eyes I tried to imagine myself anywhere else, anywhere. I tried to struggle but all three were bigger then me and with my hands tied there wasn't much I could do.

A hand cupped my most sensitive flesh and rough fingers began a painful exploration of me. I was dry, unwilling, and struggling; it hurt so badly. I felt a body rise above me and one of the guards shoved himself into me. I tried to scream but the gag prevented any sounds from escaping my mouth. All I could do was close my eyes and pray that they would finish soon.

One by one they raped me over and over throughout the night. By the time they left my thighs were red, numb, and spotted with blood, proof of their barbaric brutality. I couldn't move any part of my body and it felt as if I was going to die.

As I did every night now I stared into the blackness of the cell, I didn't pray anymore, I had stopped praying after the first night, yet for some unknown reason I had kept hope in my friends, for some reason I trusted the friends who condemned me more than god. I should have given up hope in them the same night I stopped praying, there really was no point in it all. All I had now it seemed was a sense of bitterness, and the blackness that came every night, the blackness that seemed to offer some sort of clarity and calmness for me in this time, like hell it did.

Death would have been welcomed that night.

I truly wanted to die.