When Lucian pulled out of Rogue, and took his weight off of her body, she was relieved that it was finally over. It was like she was free again even though she was still trapped. He was no longer holding her down. The girl could only lay in the spot that she was left in, leaking with Lucian's fluids, as he began to get dressed. She could only hope that it was over for good. That he got what he wanted and they could move on. Rogue's blue eyes didn't even cast into his direction. The blonde didn't want to look at him, she didn't want to talk to him, immediately the soreness in her entire body could be felt. But she knew that knife was on the table, a plan hatched into her dazed mind but Lucian quickly deterred her formulated plan when he grabbed it from the table.<br/><br/>"Oh fuck." She groaned silently once Lucian left the room. Lucky still couldn't speak due to the gag but she still tried to get Rogue's attention by hollering. "I don't want to talk right now, Lucky." They couldn't talk anyways and Rogue stared up at the crumbling ceiling as tears began to fall from her eyes. The blonde raider cried in silence as the room darkened around them. She didn't want Lucky to hear, she didn't want Lucian to catch her but she couldn't hold it in any longer. Her body hurt so fucking bad from the fucking and the abuse, the girl didn't look like Rogue anymore. Did Lucian actually break her?<br/><br/>Crying silently, Rogue thought about the words that came from Lucian. She belonged to him. Her being prewar didn't change anything it only meant that he would expect more from her, this knowledge helped secure their deal. The girl who was still sobering from there chems was confused, she couldn't pick fact from fiction, paranoia was running high but before too long she succumbed to her soreness and tiredness and finally passed out.