Revenge

Author's note - This is season one, episode seventeen. I wasn't satisfied with Ebony releasing Bray without playing with him a bit. One shot

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It had been hours since Ebony had paid Bray a visit. She had left, unsatisfied with Bray's refusal. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt such anger before - she left abruptly, leaving him tied - leaving him standing, with half of her tribe posted as security. If Bray wanted to be stubborn -- she was going to bleed it out of him.

Bray shifted again, wincing as the rope rubbed against his bloody wrists. His legs had grown stiff a few hours ago, new pain vibrating up his legs everytime he moved. A rather malicious tribe member standing post just out side of the ruined train glanced back at him. The man kept glancing at him, staring him down, with burning eyes. Bray shifted again, biting back the wince.

Daimon was the boy's name, and he couldn't be any older than Bray was himself. But this boy was wretched, hateful, and malicious. He heaved himself into the train and walked calmly toward Bray. He was shorter, Bray realized, as the boy came to a halt in front of him. "Flogging," was the first word Daimon ever spoke to Bray. "Like the ancients. I've always been a fan."

"Shame you don't have the power," Bray said, his voice uncharacteristically hateful.

"Ebony is tired of your games," Daimon siad abruptly.

"What games?" Bray asked innocently.

Daimon drew back his fist and hit Bray hard across the face. His cheek was burning and he tasted the copper tone of blood in his mouth. Bray's head snapped back with the force of pent up anger. He slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting that of Daimon's. "The queen is preparing herself for your...trial."

"Trial?" Bray repeated slowly, the blood on his teeth glinting in the dull sun. "What've I done?"

"Contempt of court, of course," Daimon snapped.

"Of course," Bray repeated sarcastically. "And what is she gonna do to me?"

"Flogging." Daimon anunciated the word slowly.

Bray clenched his jaw. Zoot was gone. If he had still been with the tribe, Bray's escape might still not have been gauranteed, but maybe - just maybe - he felt a little safer - with his brother. Zoot was dead.

"Get on with it then," Bray said quietly. "Where's Ebony?"

"What's the matter?" Daimon taunted. "Is the poor prisoner tired? Would you like to sit down, just for a bit?" Bray dropped his eyes and shifted again. "The queen has new rules," Daimon announced suddenly, and Bray's gaze fickered toward Daimon's heated gaze again. "You are a slave, a servant - if you're lucky. I will be awarded the task of hitting you, with this," he lifted a thin whip, "everytime you look at her. Everytime you deny her wants, everytime you backtalk...everytime you displease her. Which you have the uncanny ability of doing quite well."

Bray shook his head. "Ready to confess, Bray." Bray's head snapped up, his eyes finding Ebody's scowl. Daimon hit him at across the face with the whip and Bray recoiled, dropping his eyes to the ground. "Where is Zoot?"

"I..." Don't know. It was right on the tip of his tongue but the words wouldn't come. "Can't tell you...."

Ebony glanced at Daimon, the only signal he needed. He hit Bray, winding back his arm and swinging as hard as he could - first hitting him on a bounded arm and them across his exposed abdomen. Bray offered nothing more than a grunt.

"Where is Zoot?" Ebony asked again.

Bray shook his head, still eyeing the ground. Daimon grinned, truly smiling - for the first time since the virus. He circled Bray, stopping behind him. He pulled out a knife and stabbed at Bray's jacket. Bray, in response, visibly jumped. Daimon had cut clear down the fabrics of Bray's shirt, and vest, a thin trail of blood marking the back. Daimon then wrenched apart the fabrics, exposing Bray's bare back. He swung his arm four times, leaving deep bloody welts across his back.

"Where is Zoot?" Ebony repeated.

"He's gone," Bray replied, his voice hoarse - raspy.

"Where?" Ebony repeated.

"He's not coming back," Bray told her softly.

"Who says?" Ebony demanded, closing the space between the prisoner and herself in one stride.

"Ebony -"

Bray had lifted his eyes and Daimon hit him again. Bray grunted again, and Ebony smiled. "Tell me, Bray. And then maybe we can continue our previous relationship arrangement."

"I'd rather die," Bray told her slowly, clearly.

Daimon kicked down hard onto Bray's leg and Bray collapse - the ropes tied to his arms the only support. He cried out and struggled to stand but Daimon kicked him hard in his ribs and he doubled over, feebly finding his footing again.

Ebony gripped Bray's chin hard in her hand and jerked his head, forcing him to look at her. "You're mine, Bray. By refusing my offer - by refusing to tell me where Zoot is - you're mine forever. How does that make you feel, Bray? Knowing that I can, and will do what I want to you?" Ebony poked him hard in the chest with her stick to emphasize her point. Ebony paused, licking her lips. "You always thought you were cool, calm, collected, is it? Never show pain, Bray. Never show weakness; insecurity. You will tell me what I want to know or you'll be showing me a whole lot more pain."

Bray shook his head as best he could with Ebony's grip, dropping his eyes. "He's gone," he mumbled.

"Bray," Ebony said tightly. "I'm tired of games. What does that mean?"

Bray shook his head again, Ebony nodded. "Alright." She glanced behind her and the surrounding tribe members. "Go ahead," she told them darkly, before walking away.

Bray got a glimpse of the weapons that each member held before they were on him. For the fime in Bray's life he cried out in pain, but his cries were lost in the noise of the attack. And then there was darkness.

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"Wake up." At first it was an offhand remark, a second thought. "Wake up." It had grown more insistent, breaking into Bray's unconscious mind. And then the pain broke through - louder and much more insistent. Bray groaned aloud, his eyes fluttering open. "That's my boy."

Ebony's hand laid heavy on his cheek and Bray almost immediately shook it off, struggling to sit up. Ebony gripped him by the shoulder hard and pushed him back to the ground. "Relax, dear boy. You've been gravely injured."

Bray coughed, gripping his ribs as new pain blossomed through him. "They're broken," Ebony told him. "A good bit of em are broken. You were hit in the head pretty good too," Ebony touched a cut that cut across his eyebrow, crusted over with blood. Bray hissed and recoiled, tryng to keep his eyes open as they threatened to slide close. "Where is Zoot, Bray?" Bray weakly shook his head, his eyes closing completely. Ebony shook him and then slapped him across the face. Bray's eyes snapped open quickly. "Where is Zoot?" She asked frantically, shaking him by his bloody shoot. "Tell me! Where is he!"

"Kill me," Bray mumbled, turning his head away from Ebony's insistant gaze.

"No!" Ebony shouted, hitting Bray in the chest hard, before managing to punch him the ribs. Bray gasped, screwing his face up in a half conscious wince. "I need him, Bray. I need to find him!"

"He's dead," Bray gasped, his eyes sliding close - saving him from having to see and then acknowledge Ebony's reaction.

"No!" Ebony shouted again. "He can't be! You're lying!"

"I don't..." Bray mumbled.

Ebony shook him hard again until Bray's eyes opened. "How? How did it happen? Bray!"

"Accident," Bray wheezed. "A stupid accident. He fell. We gave him a warrior funeral."

"He's dead..." Ebony's voice still held wonderment and then Bray noticed the tears. "Zoot is dead. You killed him!"

"No," Bray said, his voice slightly above a harsh whisper. "He was my brother...you really think I wanted him dead?"

Ebony slapped him hard across the face. "He's dead..." She slapped him again, and again, until the redden cheek started to bleed, until Bray was sure he was going to pass out again from the pain, until Ebony's tears and grief had certainly passed, until she could no longer think of anyone aside from Bray.

And then Ebony was on top of him, Ebony's body pinning him hard against the concrete beneath him. Her lips were kissing his with bruising force, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth and Bray couldn't gather enough force or willpower to stop her. Her hands were roaming his body, her kiss intensifying everytime he grunted or groaned, or gasped out in pain.

Ebony parted from his lips, gasping for air; Bray was gasping too. And then she was attacking his neck, suckling it and biting it fiercely, Bray's heavy breathing and grunts of pain loud against her ear. Her hand was under the remnants of his shirt, flickering up his abdomen, grasping his chest and then pinching his nipple fiercely. "Ebony." Bray's voice was loud in the sudden intense silence. Ebony bit down hard on his neck, hard enough to make it bleed - hard enough to leave a mark, and force Bray to yelped, closing his eyes tight. Ebony licked the blood that was coming out of his neck, sucking vigorously at the deep bite mark.

Ebony pulled back from Bray quickly, her eyes burning with dertermination. And then she grabbled at his shirt with frantic fingers. She wrenched his shirt apart, exposing a deeply bruised and bloody chest, and received a pained gasp from Bray. Ebony lowered herself to Bray's chest, kissing him, and nipping him occasionally. Bray's noises were growing more frequant, and not all of the noises were pained. Ebony smiled against Bray's skin, gripping his hips hard. She sank her teeth into a hip, massaging the skin, only stopping when the taste of blood filled her mouth. Bray's groan had grown into a quiet moan. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, and his hands balled into fists. He wasn't stopping her.

Ebony sat up again, her fingers fumbling with the buckles of Bray's pants. Bray's eyes snapped open and his hands found Ebony's, weakly trying to stop her. This was the enemy - obviously he couldn't sleep with her. Ebony smiled cruelly and knocked his hands away, unbuckling his pants roughly. "Don't, Ebony," Bray groaned, gripping Ebony's hands with more force. "I don't want to."

"I don't care," Ebony growled, wrenching her hands out of Bray's. She tugged at his pants, but Bray was no longer helping, making it difficult. "I know you want it, Bray," Ebony murmured silkily, tugging on his hips. Ebony heaved herself on top of Bray again, squeezing his hips roughly. She smashed her lips against Bray's again, hard enough that it hurt. Bray recoiled but Ebony wrenched his head roughly back into place, and then she devoured him again. "I want it, Bray," she breathed against his bruised lips, and then she bit his bottom lip, pulling it out before letting go.

Bray ran a tongue along the cut Ebony had left on his lip. Ebony sat up straight on his pelvis and Bray grunted as she proportioned her weight wrong, crushing his bruised bones. She began to unfasten her shirt. "Don't do this, Ebony," Bray began.

"I've see how you look at me, Bray," Ebony murmured, sliding of her shirt and discarding it several feet away. She wiggled on top of Bray, knowing exactly what she was doing. Her breasts moved quite nicely, and Bray tried to look away. Ebony gripped Bray's hands gently, and placed them delicately on her breasts. Bray's thumbs found her nipples, and how delicately they brushed her nipples gave her chills. Ebony moaned loudly as Bray tentively explored her breasts.

She gripped his chest firecly, wiggling feverishly on top of him. She was making him hard and she was well aware of it. She had waited too long. Ignoring Bray's grunts of pain as she moved quickly, she shed her clothes and then forcefully removed Bray's pants. Ebony was done with pleasantries. She took him into her - fucking him with such ferocity that Bray had never experienced before - every thrust causing him more pain than the last. Ebony's moans of pleasure mixed with Bray's groans of pain. But this only seemed to excite her more.

Ebony bent over, but kept up her quick rhythm. She bit Bray's ear hard, her teeth clenching with her own inner orgasms. Bray's quick breathing was loud in her ear, but this only seemed to enrage her more, tasting blood, all too consciously aware of Bray's fierce grip on her feverish hips. Ebony's ectasy growing louder, echoing around the room; Bray's breathing was harsher, no longer of pain. And then it came - he shot his load and Ebony cried out in her own orgasm, her teeth red with Bray's blood.

Ebony collasped onto Bray's panting chest, his cock half hard, still buried inside of her. She lifted her head slightly, licking Bray's neck. "You like that, don't you?" Ebony whispered, her voice vibrating against his skin. Ebony rolled off of him, slowly rising to her feet. "He's all yours, Daimon," she murmured as she walked away, sitting gently down in a chair across the room, eyeing the two boys.