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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_100_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Roma_(The_100)/Original_Character, Roma_(The_100)/Miller_(The_100)
  Character:
      Roma_(The_100), Monroe_(The_100), Miller_(The_100)
  Additional Tags:
      Abortion
  Series:
      Part 6 of the_Skybox_series
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-03 Words: 2543
****** if your body is a temple mine is a ruin ******
by toflowerknights
Notes
     you should definitely read this before you continue, seeing as they
     go hand in hand and this won't make a lot of sense without it.
There was a certain thrill in having power that had always entranced Roma. She
loved the way her heart pounded as she wrapped yet another person around her
finger and the way she could bend people to get her will. And most of all, Roma
was used to getting what she wanted. That didn't change as she was standing in
front of the council and smiled pleasantly toward Marcus Kane, who had been
wrapped around her as late as last night, and Jordan Marks, who was so easy to
manipulate it was amazing that she was still on the council. What could have
ended in disaster sent her to skybox where she wasted no time in asserting who
the easy guards were. And there was a lot of them.
It's amazing what a sweet smile could do. Within three weeks she knew who would
give her what and for how much and she wasted no time getting it. If she saw
the other girls give her disgusted looks, or heard the guys whisper behind her
backs she didn't let them know. They meant nothing to her, after all.
As the months passed Roma found a boy to keep her company whenever the favours
she did for the guards became too much. When their touches became too bruising
and the strain they put on her body made her ache. His name was Miller and he
was the most miserable boy she'd ever met. He was always standing ten feet away
from everyone else and just watched, noticed. Maybe she chose him because he
looked that miserable. Maybe it was because he looked as lonely as she felt.
But most of all because it looked like he would never hurt her. Miller was
nice.
"I want a cell mate," Roma said one night as she was painting circles on a
guard named Philips' torso. He shook his head gruffly and pushed her away from
him. "That can't happen," he said roughly and Roma felt her heart sink. "The
council doesn't know about this yet because we're discreet. Your cell needs to
be empty to keep it that way." Roma scoffed inwardly and plastered on a smile.
"Come on," she said playfully and straddled his hips, the way she knew made his
heart pound faster in his chest. "I'll owe you, and you know you enjoy the
thrill of maybe getting caught." She thrusted her hips down and smirked
triumphantly when he gave out a grunt. She bent down, let her hair stroke his
cheek and whispered in his ear. "I'll owe you, babe. Anything you want."
They gave her Monroe.
-
Roma had been fidgeting on top of her bed for an hour before the doors opened
and just as she was about to say hi to her new roommate she could see Philips
smirk at her over Monroe's head. The happiness she had felt died instantly and
turned sour in her mouth. "Touch anything of mine and you'll be sorry," was
what came out instead and Philips closed the door with a satisfied smile. Roma
was suddenly painfully aware of the fact that they probably chose this person
because they thought that Roma wouldn't be able to handle it. She was all of a
sudden determined to prove them wrong. She just hoped that it would be worth it
when the guards came calling in their favours.
She hated her. Monroe was everything she hated in a person and everything she
did made Roma want to claw her eyes out. Monroe was impulsive, brash, rough and
irritating. Everything screamed at her to just give up and send Monroe away,
but the more stubborn part of her told her that she couldn't, wouldn't, let the
guards win. So she put up with the dirty looks and the quick, snapping comments
and distasteful looks. She put up with the guards and their leers whenever they
pulled her into their secret hiding places and the sour taste they left in her
mouth. Every time she came back from one of their meetings Monroe would look at
her with something weird in her eyes and if Roma hadn't known how little she
liked her, she might have mistaken it for pity. Roma would've snapped something
at her, if she hadn't been afraid of how used her voice would sound. Every
morning she woke up and there was Monroe, looking extremely unhappy to be
there. It wasn't at all like she had thought it would be.
Still, she had never been happier.
-
One morning, after breakfast, she meets with a doctor for the monthly check ups
they were allowed in skybox. The man they sent in barely looked old enough to
have finished primary school but there he was. His hands were shaking nervously
and Roma could see the way his eyes traveled over her body. She felt a small
twinge of pleasure, but it was stifled by a yawn breaking her concentration.
She just wanted to get out of there as quick as possible.
The frown on the doctors face told her that wouldn't be the case.
"Your blood work is a bit off," he said slowly and made a series of tests that
left Roma both confused and worried. He then left without a word and came back
ten minutes later. That was when Roma was reintroduced to Abigail Griffin, one
of the council members that had looked at her with all sorts of pity. She sat
down in front of Roma and smiled politely at her.
"Miss Welsh," she started and Roma rolled her eyes at the false sense of
comfort Dr Griffin wanted to give. "Have you been sexually active during your
time in lockup?" The question was so absurd that Roma couldn't help but burst
out laughing. She could see Dr Griffin purse her lips through the tears in her
eyes and that only made her laugh harder. "Miss Welsh," she repeated and Roma
took deep breaths to calm herself down.
"I'm guessing that's a yes?" Dr Griffin asked and Roma only nodded, afraid that
if she opened her mouth she would start laughing again. Dr Griffin nodded in
understanding. "You see, my assistant noticed some irregularities with your
blood work and further testing showed that you're about five weeks pregnant."
Roma's smile disappeared. The air left her lungs and she instinctively put a
hand on her stomach, as if it would tell her something. "Do you want to tell me
who the father is?" The words burned a hole in her heart and she felt her nails
dig like claws into her palms.
Abby leaned forward and looked at her with serious eyes. "You know, if it's a
guard you have to tell me," she said and her voice was a low rumble in Roma's
chest. The look she must've given Dr Griffin made her press her lips together
and she nodded again. "Okay," she said and rubbed her palms against her thighs.
"We need to talk about your options. I know that this is sudden, but do you
know if you want to keep the baby?"
Roma wasn't used to feeling angry. It was an emotion fit for little boys who
didn't get their way, or Monroe now that she came to think of it. Roma chose
irritation or dismay instead of anger. But the rage she felt now was completely
foreign. "Let's see, Abigail," she said venomously, "Do I want to fill up my
quota of one child by giving birth to this mistake in prison and then never see
it again? To have it be raised by strangers? To call someone else mommy and
kiss her goodnight every time before bed?" Abby had turned surprisingly quiet
and Roma was pleased to see that realised her mistake.
"Give me whatever you have to get rid of this," Roma snapped and didn't have it
in her to feel ashamed as Dr Griffins eyes widened in surprise. She got up from
her chair and walked over to a cupboard. Her hands fumbled with the lock and
when she got back she held a tiny white pill in the palm of her hand. Roma
snapped it up before Dr Griffin could say anything else and swallowed it dry.
Then she got up and left.
-
Monroe was working out. She always did, and while it usually annoyed Roma she
found it relaxing to watch that day. She had been bedridden for two days
'feeling ill' and was currently laying in her bunk. The muscles in Monroe's
back strained as she did push up after push up and the harsh light defined
every line of her body. Her long hair hung matt and tousled in front of her
face and the only sounds that could be heard was the panting breaths she took.
There was an emptiness inside Roma that she hadn't predicted. Every move she
made made her feel hollow and she wondered if a part of her soul had
disappeared as she swallowed that pill. Looking at Monroe Roma wondered if
she'd ever feel that full of life again. Roma stroked her stomach and wondered
if she would've wanted her daughter to be more like her or Monroe. Her eyes
felt blank and when she touched the corners the tips of her fingers were wet.
She couldn't cry. Not here. "What station were you from?" she asked Monroe
instead.
-
It felt weird, having a friend. Roma wasn't used to sharing things with people
and knowing that she could with Monroe tilted her world sideways. She also knew
that she felt strangely protective over the young girl and would do almost
anything to keep her safe. What surprised her even more was that Monroe would
do the same for her. One day, as they were walking through the skybox, a guy
she'd seen making eyes at her before grabbed her arm and she had barely begun
to shake him off before he was on the floor, gasping for breath and blood
pouring from his nose. Roma, swearing loudly, pulled a blood painted Monroe
away from the kid and the darkness in Monroe's eyes made her shiver. The guards
took her away and Roma was left alone.
She grabbed ahold of the first guard she met and demanded to know where Monroe
was being taken. The minute she heard 'solitary' she froze and everything went
blank except for the need to get Monroe out of there. She couldn't be alone
again. "Let's go talk," she said and smiled sweetly at the guard, Williams,
before walking back to her cell. He followed her with greedy eyes and roaming
hands and when they got inside her cell she closed the door before pushing him
down in a chair. She straddled him, ignored the slight erasure of her soul and
plastered on a flirtatious smile.
"You know, getting Monroe out of solitary would make me very happy," she
mumbled and mouthed careful kisses against Williams' throat. His hands pulled
her shirt over her head and she smiled expectantly at him. "You know what
happens if I get very happy," she added and hissed as his hands clamped down on
her arms.
"Stop with the sells pitch, sweetheart and get on with it," he said throatily
and Roma unbuttoned his pants quickly. He was usually relatively sweet with
her, but today he must've felt her desperation because he was rough and he left
her shivering on the floor. It was all worth it though, to see Monroe step
through the door again.
-
She was naked. Several pair of hungry eyes were on her and she shivered in the
cold air. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest and she would be correct
in saying that she had never felt this afraid her entire life. Roma closed her
eyes and took a deep breath. She tried to remember that she needed to be
strong, that this was the last thing before it was over, before she could rest.
She opened her eyes and smiled.
"So, how do you want to do this boys?" she asked and the guards laughed quietly
amongst themselves.
"Don't you worry about that, pet," one guard said and the chill in his voice
made Roma understand that this wasn't going to be one of their normal 'rough
her up, make her beg for it' kind of things. They were getting tired of her and
wanted what was promised. She nodded faintly and tried not to flinch as Philips
came up and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You just do what we ask and
Monroe stays were she is," he said in a cooing voice, as if he was talking to a
child. "Whatever we want." Roma nodded again and closed her eyes as he pushed
her to the floor.
Everything was a blur. Roma felt wanter surround her, two strong hands holding
her up and she was dimly aware of the fact that she was standing in a shower.
Memories of what had happened during the past couple of hours mixed in with the
water getting in her eyes and she blinked several times to make it go away. She
wasn't that successful. Images of hands and bodies making her do things, making
her body do things that she hadn't known it could do attacked her and she felt
as if she was going to be sick.
"Can you stand?" a bored voice said in her ear and Roma tilted her head up to
come face to face with Williams. She wasn't sure if she could, with the way her
body was shaking, but she didn't want his hands on her either, so she nodded.
He let go of her, but not before letting his hands trail over her body. She let
him, too tired to fight him off and knew that she couldn't even if she tried.
As she cleaned herself off she got painfully aware that her whole body ached.
Bruises was painted all over her body and when she looked down at the floor she
could see red mix in with the clear water. She pressed her lips together and
swallowed a choked sob. She wouldn't cry. Not here. Not ever.
-
Monroe never asked her what had happened, and for that Roma was grateful. She
didn't know if she could say it out loud. They would talk for hours, about
things they'd done, people they'd known and things they wanted to do. One
night, when they were laying side by side, Roma said that she wanted to see the
earth. She wanted to run in the grass and smell the fresh air. "We should get
down there," she said and Monroe laughed out loud.
"My involvement with you will get me killed one day," she said and pulled at a
strand of Roma's hair. Roma smiled widely back and shook her head in amusement.
She played with Monroe's fingers, making them dance across her chest. She
thought of everything that had happened in the last few months and felt
something like a hand wrap itself around her heart. "I could say the same thing
of you," she replied. Roma knew that was a very likely outcome. Still, she
didn't regret one single thing.
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