Innocent Prisoner

PART TWO

Wolverine looked at the figure for a moment and walked over to the bars and asked, "Who are you?" He bent down to get a better look at the kid. "Where's she taken Gambit?" The other hand released his long sharp claws.

The boy answered him after a moment of glancing towards the doors of her chambers. "She's taken him to the bed chambers. She has a flair for outspoken men. I don't think she'll hurt him. Yet. More than likely, she'll tell him how things can be with the both of them ruling the kingdom." The young man cleared his throat and grunted as he pushed himself to a sitting position with his back to the wall, so that he was facing the gate.

Logan looked at him and asked again, this time his voice a little louder and angrier than the first, "You still didn't answer my question. Who are you?"

"His name is Rheyne. He is my favourite of my slaves. Aren't you, my pet?" The Queen had come to stand in front of Rheyne's cell and smile smugly at him. She paused shortly, while the guards pushed Remy into the cell with the other X-Men. "Come along, pet. We've got games to play." She laughed and told the guard to open his door and remove him.

"Why don't you leave him alone, bitch!" Logan spoke up His claws flying out of his nuckles and his hands molding into fists. "He doesn't wanna play today."

"Tisk tisk. Perhaps, you'd like to play with him, too? I bet you have it on for him, don't you?" She glared at Logan before waving her hand for Rheyne to follow her to her chambers. Rheyne had felt like a million eyes were upon his every step. It was the same feeling that occurred everytime he followed her. No chains, no rough hands on his arms, just following her as if she had an invisible hold on him.

The guards slammed the open cell door shut behind Rheyne as he passed them. His head straight forward. He stood upright and walked like he was the ruler of the court, not the Queen.

"We need to help that poor man. I fear he doesn't have much time left. And this terrible sadness that he feels. Logan, we need to stop her." Jean said, after the last guard walked away and it was quiet again. She had been quietly observing Rheyne and not liking what his mind was telling her,- and not telling her. She looked at Gambit. He had begun to shuffle his deck of cards and sigh in a disturbed fashion.

"Dis kid has a long night ahead of him, chere. She got a portable tricks kit in dat room. De kid's too skinny to survive all dat she got planned for him." Remy added, not looking up from his game of Solitaire.

A voice came from the cell to the right of them. Another young man, in his twenties perhaps. He had managed to get their attention by coughing quietly.

"Boy, people comin' from everywhere today." Logan growled and turned towards the figure.

The young man stepped up to the bars and held them. He cleared his throat and tried to explain as best he could. "The Prince was betrothed to the Princess Illyria from his birth. Though, she is older by far, he is her equal. After the Prince came of age. His father, the King, had doubts of her love for his son. A hand maiden to the Princess overheard a plot to vanquish the King and enslave the people of Mallent. The hand maiden then told one of the Prince's guards, and he in turn told the King. It was too late to save the King from his fate but, the Prince would not believe his wife to be could do such a thing. Three days after their marriage, the plot was unraveled. The King was killed in the name of the Queen's city, Medagon, and the Prince was ripped from his throne and forced into a slave for the Queen." He began his mournful story, before Rogue interrupted him.

"But why keep him in these conditions? And why force him to shag her every few hours? Is the lady that impatient for a rugrat?" Rogue questioned, glancing to Rheyne's empty cell.

"He is her favourite slave. She toys with him. Beats him, rapes him. The people of Mallent have shunned him for being so cowardly, and not stand up for his city. Take back his rightful throne. She keeps him and mates him for his energy. He has an ability to break even the strongest of things, using only his mind. She loves it. Each time he climaxes, she takes a piece of his power into her. Stores it, and when she conceives his child, that child he created will rule this world. After the act, she allows him to bathe before returning to his cell. She mates him every few hours to--" The young man started, but Jean had finished the sentence for him.

"To keep him weak so he cannot rise up and overtake her." Jean wiped tears from her cheeks.

"She keeps him in a constant manner of shame. It has been so for a fort-night. The Prince doesn't deserve to perish this way. Please...?" Falling to his knees and sobbing, the young man begged them to help.

Minutes passed, before anyone began to speak. Suddenly, the chamber doors swung open and two guards drug a limp body out of the room and toawrds his cell. The others watched as they stopped and dropped the body onto the cold, hard floor and let him tense and heave the insides of his stomache onto the floor. The guards cursed and swore at him, and picked him up again. One opened the moaning gate, while the other carelessly threw the body into the cell. Once again, he was clean and his damp hair fell about his thin face. The door slamming shut behind them, as they turned to fetch someone to clean up the mess Rheyne had made.

"Your Majes--" The other prisoner grasped the bars infront of him, wanting to rush to Rheyne's side and nurse him.

Rheyne looked up and cut the other off in the middle of the word. He pushed himself up to his knees and crawled the few steps to his straw bed and blanket, before collapsing ontop of everything. He was riddled with a restless sleep and sobbed almost inaudibly.

Hours passed and all was quiet. The guards had changed their shifts and the Queen had retired for the night. Jean, Logan and Gambit had been dozing while Rogue kept watch on Rheyne. Earlier, Jean had gently picked him up with her mind and slid his blanket out from under him and covered him.

Why would anyone want to be so, so, so sick towards that poor guy? Foreplay is one thing, but to rape and beat him, that's worse than skinnin cats and callin' them horny toads! Rogue thought. She liked his skin in the moonlight. She bet it was as soft as it looked. She liked the way his body curved under the rude blanket. How she would love to touch him.

Jolted out of his sleep, Rheyne sat up and screamed resistance at something unseen to anyone else but him. He panted hard and wheezed uncontrollably as he looked around for no one to be beside him. His eyes fell upon a slightly shocked Rogue.

"Hush now, shugah, you're allright. Aint no one gonna get ya." She whispered, soothingly and waited for his pants to slow to a calm breathing.

Rheyne wrapped the blanket around him and crawled over to sit next to her with the bars between them. His back to the cold stone wall at the back of the cell. "What's your name?" He asked, shyly. His gaze focused on the floor infront of him, and he hoped she didn't see him blush.

"My name's Rogue. And that's Gambit, Wolverine, and Jean." She pointed to the dozing trio in the opposite corner. "You got it pretty rough, huh? It'll get better, darlin. Trust me." She placed a gloved hand on his and smiled knowingly.

He looked into her eyes and faintly smiled back. "She wasn't always this cruel, you know? She must have loved me before this. Perhaps, I am nothing to her but a slave." Rheyne looked down again and averted his eyes from her.

Rogue looked at Gambit and then back at Rheyne. "Wanna talk about it?"

He looked at her with hurt in his eyes, and shame that filled the blush in his pale cheeks. "Your friend over there, I pray he never finds out." He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her gloved knuckles before saying goodnight to her again. Crawling back to his bed, she whispered back to him.

Rogue nodded off to a light sleep, Gambit being her focus now.


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