She'd wakened in a cell. It was small and mostly empty except for the simple cot she'd been laying on. And it was dark too. There was only a small orange light over head, and it didn't do anything but illuminate shadows. She remembered who had captured her; Sinister.

Her clothes were gone and she wore a white over sized T-shirt. On her wrist was what looked like a bracelet, but she couldn't get it off. Damn. No powers, no way out. But the others new she'd been taken. They'd find her. She hoped.

Then the door hissed open, and white light poured in. She shielded her eyes from the blindingly bright light, then the door hissed shut again. Her night vision was shot for a moment, but she could hear the foot steps coming toward her. She blinked, and could just barely see the menacing figure standing over her, could just make out the white of Sinister's teeth as he grinned at her.

He was on her before she had time to think. Holding her wrists in one large fist, he pinned her down on the cot. The other grabbed the throat of her glorified T-shirt and ripped it cleanly away. She fought him, struggling, trying to pull her hands free, screaming "no" over and over.

She managed to kick him hard in the stomach. He retaliated by biting into her breast, drawing blood. She screamed, but it was only the beginning. When he forced himself inside her, the pain was like a knife cutting her in two. She shrieked, she cried, she begged.

When he was done with her, he just got up. She curled into a ball and cried. She couldn't even bring herself to stop when she heard the door hiss open, then shut. For a long time she just lay curled up, crying.

When she could finally bring herself to sit up, she found another T-shirt folded neatly on the end of the cot. The ruined one still lay on the floor. She picked it up and used it to wipe away the blood between her thighs and on her breast, then she put on the fresh one.

Seconds later the door opened and Scott and Remy rushed in. The cavalry had arrived. But too late.

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She looked at Remy, tears streaming down her face. She willed him to speak. Say somethin'.

He pulled her into his arms. "Mon Dieu! Oh Rogue, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He held her for a long time, letting her cry on his shoulder.

After a while, the talked. Really talked. He convinced her to talk to the professor and Hank. They'd be able to help her deal with her ordeal mentally and physically. He promised to do everything he could to help her get through this. He'd be there every step of the way.

"Thank ya fer listenin' Remy. Thank ya fer understandin'."

"I'll always be here for you, chere. I love you."

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Author's Note: Rape is a very serious thing. I didn't write this from experience, but I do know anyone personally who has been raped. I do know that it is a very difficult thing to deal with. If anyone reading this has suffered this violation, I urge you to talk to someone about it, there are people who can help. Or if you know someone who's gone through this, offer them your support. Just listening does wonders.

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