Hope.

That's all you've got right now.

Hope that Lenny would tell the others where you were.

Hope that Arthur would find you.

Hope that you could survive this.

Colm is eerily calm as you return to camp. Dismounting quickly, he leaves you standing there confused, he hasn't said anything about what happened and somehow this is worse than if he had. At least if he screamed or beat you, you'd know where you stood, but right now you're left wondering what will happen.

Keiron approaches and begins silently untacking the horses, never once meeting your eyes. You see Colm talking to two of his men by the wagon, you don't know their names nor do you want to, they glance at you and nod as Colm turns and retreats to his tent.

The two men begin walking over, you recognized them as part of the group that kidnapped you, you instinctively take a step back fearful of the sly smiles on their faces. Maybe you could lose them if you run? You quickly scan the area looking for the best route to take.

" I wouldn't run, you'll just make it worse," Keiron says, not looking your way as he removes the horse's saddle.

"Make what worse? What are they goi-...?"

"Colm said you're to come with us." The taller of the two men cut you off as the other grabs your arm and begins marching you towards the river.

Your thoughts begin to race as your mind conjures every possible outcome. Were they going to drown you? As you draw level with the riverbank, they shove you forward and step back.

"Strip." The taller man commands.

"W-what?" you ask confused and beginning to tremble.

The shorter of the pair, who apparently acts as the muscle of the two, steps forward and grasps your blouse. In one quick move, he rips it down the front revealing your chest.

"He said, strip bitch" he throws part of your torn blouse at your face.

"Oi Colm said not to touch her." The taller one warns.

"He also said not to take too long and she's being difficult." He glares at you while removing his pistol from the hostler around his waist.

Pointing the pistol at your chest he continues. "I said... Strip." He clicks the hammer back.

Your fingers shake as you begin to remove your clothing, your eyes never leaving the gun trained on you. As you throw your skirt aside, you're left in nothing but undergarments.

" N-now what?" You curse yourself for not sounding more defiant.

This time the tall man responds, "Oh no lady. All the way."

His smirk makes your skin crawl, but knowing your options are limited, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, removing what remains on your body. You stand before them as naked as the day you were born, arms wrapped around yourself as you try to retain any modesty you can.

The men stared for a moment smiling and licking their lips.

'Now get in." the short man nods towards to river. 'You're gonna make sure you clean yourself real good for him."

They wanted you to take a bath!?

Well, that was certainly not what you expected. Confused and unsure how else to proceed you turn and step slowly into the cold river. You gasp at first before sinking below the surface. You begin cleaning yourself as best you can whilst trying to forget about the two men watching you.

"Okay you're clean enough, get out and follow us."

You step back to the bank bending towards your torn blouse and skirt. The short man yanks your wrist away.

"Oh no you don't, come on." He drags you back towards camp naked and dripping wet.

So, this was your punishment. Humiliation.

Despite your best efforts to remain strong you begin to sob. Unable to cover yourself as the short man keeps a tight grip on your wrist, he drags you through the middle of the camp. Wolf whistles and howls fill your ears as the O'Driscoll men stop of stare. Drooling like the dogs they were.

"Fine whore she is!"

"When's Colm going to let us try her out!?"

"Over here whore let me get a look at you!"

You're pulled to a stop outside Colm's tent. The short man releases your wrist and with a rough shove, he pushes you inside.

Inside the tent you stumble to keep your balance, wiping your tears away you see Colm sat on the bed head down, and hat covering his eyes.

"You clean?" he askes his head still down looking at the ground.

"T-They made me bathe in the river." You wrap your arms around yourself as goosebumps begin to cover your skin.

"I didn't ask that, I said are you clean?" he lifts his head and meets your eyes.

"I don't...I-... "You don't understand what he's asking.

Colm's face flashes with anger, he shoots up and strikes you across the face, snapping your head to the side with the force. You cry out grabbing your burning cheek.

"I said are you clean!? Or did that rat Morgan riddle you with disease?"

Your eyes widen as you understand what he is asking. Dread and fear flush your body and you realize why he is asking

"Colm please don't... I won't... I..."

*smack*

He strikes you again, your lips splitting with the force.

"I SAID...are you clean!?" his chest rising in anger.

You close your eyes knowing you can't escape this.

"yes." You whisper, tears falling rapidly down your cheek.

He's silent for a moment watching you. He raises his hand to your cheek; you flinch in anticipation of another hit. Instead, he settles his hand on your cheek slowly wiping the blood from your lip with his thumb.

"You disappointed me today Y/N." his voice low.

"Colm I-..."

"Shhh," he coos.

Hand sliding to your neck he leans in and kisses a tear away from your cheek, but more continue to fall.

"Please let me go." You plead.

He draws back, his gaze traveling down your body as his fingers rub your neck. He licks his lips and shakes his head, eyes drawing back up to meet yours.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Y/N. You disappointed me today and you're going to make it up to me."

His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you tight to his body. The smell of his greasy hair and foul breath flooding your nose. He starts to kiss your neck working his way to your ear.

"You're going to show me just how good of a whore you are." He whispers into your ear, the fingers around your throat tightening painfully. You try to gasp for air, your hands clutch his wrist trying to pull free.

He chuckles at your efforts and shoves you onto the bed. He straddles your waist and pins your arms above your head as you try to kick and fight to free yourself.

"Keep struggling...I like it rough."