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'You bastards!' I hear Elvira yell, making the headache I have even worse. I don't want to open my eyes, because I already know where I am. In a stinking, cold dungeon. I cannot help but whimper as I open my eyes.

'Susan!' Elvira yells as she starts to crawl towards me. I see that her right shoulder started bleeding again. She tries not to cry out every time she puts her weight on it, but I can see that it hurts her. Badly.

'Susan, my Queen! At last.' These words, these very words turn the blood in my veins in ice.

Elvira notices my panic and looks to the door of the dungeon. I do the same. There he stands. He still has his long goatee and moustache. I still think he is dressed ridiculous in the clothing he wears, typical royal Calormene colours and style.

'You found me, after all this time.' I find my voice and try not to stutter as I speak to him.

He smiles, sinister and cold. 'Of course, I never stopped looking, my Barbarian Queen.'

Elvira looks back at me and then at him. She can feel the tension hanging in the air, as we all feel it.

'What do you want?' she sneers.

'I don't need to take on the kingdom. I only need to kill the Queen,' he says in a low voice, smiling brightly.

I can only look at him as Elvira lets out a low growl in anger. There are no words. I lay my hand on her arm, reassuring her. Or more trying too. It is almost too embarrassing to say, but he is obsessed with me. But he smiles one last time and walks away. Out of our sight.

'Are you alright?' Elvira asks me, looking at my wounds.

'I can ask the same to you.'

She smiles and sits down next to me against the stone wall. She sighs deeply.

'I just cleaned you all up,' Elvira says jokingly.

'Thank you,' I say and I mean it. In the last couple of days she helped me and my family more than anyone else.

'But why have they carved Aslan's mark on your head? Why?'

'So everyone could see that He has not helped me.' Silence follows. We stare at the wall and eventually I fall back in the darkness. I am too tired to speak, to keep my eyes open. To even care.

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'Susan, wake up!' Elvira's panicked voice penetrates my foggy mind.

'If you want her to live, you have to let me help her!' she angrily yells at I think it is Rabadash.

I force myself to open my eyes. And I was right. But this time he stands dangerously close. He stands before us, as I lay on my back on the cold, stone floor. Elvira is on her knees next to me, shouting at him.

'I know of her injuries, they are noting bad,' he says.

'Do you call this normal? A mark on her head, bruised ribs? Still losing blood? If you want her to live, to be your wife. Then by the lion, give me something!'

'No. She survives. She always does,' is his answer. 'But,' he smiles, 'I don't want you two together anymore. I want her alone.' He grins and he beckons someone.

The door of the dungeon opens and two ugly bastards enter.

Elvira tries to fight them, but her shoulder weakens her and they lift her up. She tries to kick them but it has no use. They walk with her out of our cell, taking her to I don't know where.

'Give her the thing she wants us to give,' Rabadash orders them. She screams something that I cannot understand but then the door closes and it is just him.

Like last time.

'Malakatay albarbria,' he whispers as he moves forward and tries to stroke my cheek. But I move faster and bite in his finger.

He curses loudly in his language and with his other hand, he hits my cheek. Hard.

My head flies back against the stone wall and the headache comes back with full force. My vision is fuzzy as Rabadash moves closer and closer and sits down on my stomach. He lays his hands on my cheeks and moves them slowly down. To my chin, neck. First he stops there, squeezing my throat so I can't breathe. But then, he looks at me. Smiling evilly at me, his eyes shine with lust and want.

'Just like last time,' he hisses. He moves so slowly, but I just freeze when he touches my breasts. And he, he is just laughing. Happily. Like the cruel man he is.

'Aslan,' I mutter out the mighty lion's name as Rabadash goes on. He moves lower and lower and I feel his hands disappear under my dress. I gasp for breath as he finds my underwear.

'N-no,' I cry out and try to push him off me. Suddenly my hands work but he is faster. And much stronger as he yanks my hands back.

'La, la ya malkati,' he hisses as his eyes flash with lust.

My chest feels too tight and I try to suppress the rising panic. But when I feel him again, now pulling my underwear down I let out a scream. I tried not to, but the fear is winning. I cannot think anymore, fear is flowing through my veins, my body.

Everything is fear.

He begins to untie his black leather belt. The noise makes me sick. But when it is loose, he tosses it away. He takes my right hand with force and forces me to touch him. I squeeze my eyes close but he hits my cheek again.

'Open your eyes,' Rabadash orders.

But I don't want to see, to feel.

'Aslan,' I mutter again.

'Stop saying that! Your lovely cat is not here, is he?' But I can hear the fear in these words. But what he does next, I scream.

And he laughs happily. 'Now we are one,' he says as he starts moving. It hurts, it hurts so much.

How can this be pleasure? This is torture, by Aslan it hurts.

But thank the mighty King, my headache grows stronger and black dots appear in front of my eyes. And I greet them kindly. . .

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