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Bad Moon Rising	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Raven, The (2012) > Raven, The (2012) Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bad Moon Rising
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Epilogue
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When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love

You'll understand what I mean when I say

There's no way we're gonna give up

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams

Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

Harder to Breathe-Maroon 5

Blake (Non-con; don't like, don't read until Sarah's PoV)
I look down at the sleeping woman, taking in the fact that she had fallen asleep reading only a few hours before—the book that had been occupying her time lying on the ground. Kicking it away, I sit on the bed beside her, placing a hand lightly on her thigh. She shifts in her sleep, drawing a deep breath and pulling the cover up to her chin. I watch her closely; afraid she would wake too early and take the fun out of everything. Carefully, I inch my hand further up until it is resting just under her right breast.
Sarah moans low in her throat, eyebrows drawn together. Grinning, I lean down and press my lips against hers hard, likely bruising them. Sarah's eyes shoot open and she begins to struggle; only adding to the intense hatred I felt towards her husband for what he did to my brother. I had to find a way that would break him and this was as good as any. So, swallowing whatever honor I had left, I continued in my task. Sarah rakes her sharp nails down my face, ripping an angry cry from my lips as I backhand her. "This would be so much easier if you would cooperate, Sarah," I growl, pinning her hands above her head with one of mine.
Her eyes widen and glaze over, as though reliving some painful memory from her past, struggles ceasing for the time being. Taking advantage of her going still, I pull her shift up to her hips and move her smallclothes aside—quickly unlacing my britches—and plunging into her warmth, holding in a hiss. The jolt seems to make Sarah regain her focus and her struggling resumes, though a bit more subdued than before. "No," she screams as tears cascade down her flushed cheeks. "No, please!" I pay little attention to her, focusing instead on the chain reaction that had started once I kidnapped Sarah.
It doesn't take to long for me to reach completion, the knot coiling in my belly snapping as I nearly collapse atop Sarah, barely managing to roll off onto my side.
Sarah
Shaking, I pull on a robe and scoot as far from Blake as I could without falling off the bed. What he had just done should be punishable by death and I have no doubt that when Emmett catches him, Blake will be killed slowly and painfully. I wince as a familiar pain rushes through me, causing me to collapse on my side with a grunt. "Don't exert yourself, Sarah," Blake chuckles breathlessly," I don't want you too tired just yet." I close my eyes, barely able to keep my tears at bay.
"You're disgusting," I snarl, not able to turn over and face him because of the pain and afraid of what I might see in his eyes. "My husband will kill you for what you've done." My voice is shaky and breaks in places, but it still held the confidence I feel in Emmett. Blake gets up and, judging from the sound of rustling fabric, begins to dress. I don't move from my spot on the edge of the bed, my eyes glued to the floor and focusing of not shaking so much. When Blake comes back in my view he is fully clothed and brushing some dirt off of his coat sleeve.
"Get up," he orders, tapping his foot impatiently. I glare at him, trying to push myself into a sitting position slowly and carefully. He sighs, grabbing one of my arms and pulling me off the bed and onto the floor. I let out a shout of pain, instinctively curling into a ball. He lets out an irritated sigh, putting me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes; grabbing my robe on the way out of the room. We enter the room across the hall where he drops me into an armchair and tosses me my robe. "For your ah ... participation earlier, you can have a short visit with that demon you call a child." He spits out the word child—as though it were poison.
He stands off to the side as the door to the room we're in opens and a large man shoves my daughter into the room with a brief smile. I glare at him, taking my little girl into my arms and holding her as tightly as I could without hurting her. I had no idea what's happened to her, but I can only hope that it hasn't been too terrible. "Baby," I breathe, brushing some of her hair off her face and behind her ear," are you okay; have they hurt you?"
"I'm fine, mommy," she shrugs, crawling up into my lap and laying her head on my shoulder. "Are you okay ... I heard you screaming earlier and then it got all quiet?" I bite the inside of my cheek as I think up something I could tell her without revealing the truth. She's too young to know any of the things Blake has done to me tonight. "Mommy?"
"Um ..."
"Your mother learned what happens when she doesn't obey," Blake interrupts in a bored tone. "I'd be on my best behavior if I were you, Elizabeth." I glare at him over my shoulder, holding Elizabeth closer to me. "Now, Raphael tells me that he caught you planning a little escape." My daughter ducks her head, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her nightgown. "I can't just let that go, can I? Stand up, please, Elizabeth." The large man that shoved her inside picks her up and drops her onto the ground, keeping one hand on my shoulder so that I can't run to her. Blake slowly walks over to Elizabeth with a lazy grin—knowing that when he hurt Elizabeth he hurt me. "Apologize to me." When my daughter only raises her chin proudly (looking just like her father) he backhands her and sends her flying to the ground. "I expect you to listen to me next time."
The man finally lets me go and I drop to my knees beside my daughter, taking Blake's handkerchief and holding it to Elizabeth's nose to stop the bleeding. "You bastard," I growl, glaring up at Blake and daring him to hit me too. The large man grabs me by my upper arms and hauls me to my feet, the handkerchief falling to the ground as I'm dragged back to my room with the door shut and locked behind me.
Emmett
I walk into a large room, looking around and noticing that this is the place Griswold was found cut in two around five years ago. A frustrated growl escapes as I look over the scene, finding nothing out of the ordinary at first. "Daniels, are you sure this is the location the men found someone sneaking out of," I ask without turning around. When I get no answer from the officer, I do turn and find him looking at the table where the top half of Griswold had been. The table has been wiped clean and now had something sitting on it. I quickly walk over to the table, picking up the envelope that had my name written on the font in an elegant script.
Inside are a piece of parchment and a bloody handkerchief. 'One of the pieces found, Detective; you'd better hurry though, your wife is beginning to waver in her faith.' I clench my teeth, swallowing a howl of rage as I crumple up the paper and throw it as hard as I could manage. "Sir, is it from the kidnapper," Daniels asks hesitantly, head cocked slightly to the side.
"Yes, Daniels, it is and he's playing a game with us; I just can't figure out the rules yet." There's no doubt I was growing agitated at the lack of any real results, but I don't care anymore as long as I can get my girls away from the sick bastard that is holding them. "Come on, there's nothing else here that can help us."
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