"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."

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Sheer panic floods your body and your brain screams at you to get out. You're struggling with all your strength, but Colm doesn't budge, his rotten smile blurring as tears fill your eyes.

"You don't gotta make this difficult sweetheart", Colm grunts as he struggles to keep his balance and hold on to you.

You continue to flail under him, your hips bucking to try and topple him. Arthur had taught you how to fight, so you knew in this situation your best hope was to use your position to your advantage. With a well-timed buck, you nudge Colm forward, freeing a hand from his grasp as he tries to stop from toppling. You shift your weight and with all your strength you roll him off you and onto the floor. You waste no time and make to sprint from the tent.

"You fucking bitch!" Colm roars just as his hand clamps around your ankle.

You fall to the floor hard, not expecting the sudden restriction in movement. Colm is back on you in an instant and suddenly you're right back in the position you started. You sob as you realize how helpless you are.

"I've been so good to you and yet you continue to disappoint me." Colm spits, the anger evident in his voice.

You begin to struggle again, but Colm's had enough. He raises a hand and punches you square in the face, your head snaps back with the force and you hear to the telltale crunch of your nose breaking. Tears and blood instantly begin to stream down your face as you fight to stay conscious, your body no longer fighting back. His fists rain down on your repeatedly, each blow masking the pain of the last.

"There you go, now lay back and enjoy." He pants, out of breath from the exertion.

His voice seems so far away, almost as if you are watching from above. You feel rather than see him unbuckle his belt and shuffle his trousers down. He curses to himself as he realizes he cannot hold you and undress at the same time.

Another blow to your head comes, this time to your temple.

"Stay still!"

Your vision begins to fade to black and you feel him stand to push down his trousers and underwear. In seconds, his weight his back on you, his voice close by your ear.

"I've been waiting for this, you're going to feel so good wrapped around me."

Was this really happening?

You stop fighting your body, instead opting to fall into sweet, sweet unconsciousness. You are drifting into the welcoming blackness when you begin to hear gunshots.

"Shit!" Colm curses, scrambling off you to pull his pants back on.

You hear yelling and more gunshots as your mind claw its way back from the dark. You curl on your side and draw your knees up to your chest, head pounding from the blows and vision blurring further as one of your eyes begins to swell closed.

Colm peeks from the tent to see the chaos outside. Gun firing, men yelling and screaming, horses fleeing in panic.

"Shit he's here earlier than I thought."

Your mind swims as it tried to clear through the fog, but Colm's words stir something in you.

Arthur... he can only mean Arthur. He found you! Lenny must have told him you were in Valentine, and he must have tracked you here. You just have to let him know where you are.

"Ar-ngggh!" the words come more like a gurgle as the blood and pain restrict your speech.

Colm whips his head to you realizing what you are trying to do. He marches over picking up his gun and grabbing your hair, pulling you up to stand. Your body protests in agony but he holds you tight to his chest as you both face the tent entrance.

"Don't do anything stupid." He whispers in your ear, gun trained on the entrance.

Outside the gunshots and yelling die down to an eerie calm. You hold your breath, listening, praying, waiting.

"Search the tents!" Dutch's tell-tale voice booms from outside.

You cry with relief, they are going to find you, you are going to be okay.

Suddenly, the flaps of the tent are thrown open and a silver cattleman with deer engravings enters, followed by the looming figure of Arthur Morgan. Your Arthur Morgan.

His eyes widen as he sees you, naked, beaten, and in Colm's grasp with a gun trained directly on him.

"Y/N" he whispers.

Relief, fear, and anger all rushing out in his words. His gun levels straight at Colm's head.

"Don't do anything stupid Mr. Morgan, we'd hate for our little flower to get hurt." He affirms his point by clicking back the hammer of his gun and moving his aim, the gun now pressed to your temple.

"Give it up Colm she's comin' with me!" Arthur's voice seethes with anger.

"Are ya sure you want her back now? She ain't exactly been loyal should we say, gave me quite the ride."

You try to shake your head, eyes never leaving Arthur's, tears stream down your face mixing with the blood that drips from your wounds. Arthur's chest is rising rapidly with anger he takes a step forward, gun still aimed at Colm.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?" he booms. His voice so loud and angry you flinch.

Colm simply laughs, "Nothing you haven't already done, now if you want her back alive you can have her. I've had all she's good for. But you're gonna have to point that gun somewhere else."

Arthur is silent a moment as he considers his options. He's a fast shot, but even he doesn't think he can make the shot on Colm safely. Sighing in defeat Arthur drops his aim. His eyes never leaving your beaten face. He throws his gun to the ground.

"Alright." He sighs, raising his hands in surrender.

"Good, now Y/N, be a dear and relieve Mr. Morgan of his other weapons." He shoves you forward towards Arthur. His gun quickly aiming at your back.

Your eyes on Arthur, you're frozen, unsure what to do. You don't want to leave him defenseless, who knows what Colm will do?

"It's okay, sweetheart. Just do as he says." His voice quiet, trying to calm you.

You nod and step towards him, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest. You slowly begin to unbuckle his belt, your trembling fingers making it harder. His head is low watching you, his eyes scanning across your face, mapping your injuries. You release the holster from his waist and hesitate before bending to his thigh to remove the knife strapped there.

"N-n... now what?" your voice trembles eyes meeting Arthur's.

"Now raise your hands and slowly walk back to me," Colm commands.

You look to Arthur for reassurance, he nods again at you to do as he says. You slowly step backward towards Colm, arms in the air mirroring Arthur's.

"Good, now keep 'em raised." He presses his gun into your shoulder while his left-hand reaches and relieves you of Arthur's weapons.

"Now let her go Colm, I won't chase you." Arthur grits through his teeth.

"Oh, I know you won't, you'll be too busy." Colm sneers.

A gun is fired, you flinch at the sound.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being shoved forward. Arthur is yelling and rushing towards you, his eyes wide in panic. It all seems in slow motion and you don't understand what is happening. A burning pain shoots through your shoulder, you raise a hand to grab it, hoping to relieve the pain but more floods through your body as you touch it.

Arthur's arms wrap around you, lowering you to the ground his eyes still wide with panic, he's saying something, but it sounds like he's in a bubble. His hand removes yours from your shoulder, replacing it with his. You wince as the pain continues but you're relieved to finally be in his arms. You don't understand why Arthur looks so scared, so you raise your hand to his face to comfort him, wincing as your shoulder protests.

Your hand is covered in blood, who's blood is that? Why is Arthur crying?

You try to speak to comfort him, to ask him what is wrong, but no words come. You're suddenly aware of others in the tent but your vision is fading.

Arthurs's eyes are the last thing you see before the darkness swallows you.