In the middle of the night

The woods were so dark outside that the protective ring of fire, it was almost suffocating as it began to press more around him as he disappeared into the dense undergrowth with careful steps. His ears rotated constantly, alert and listening intently for any signs of others or being followed. Space, he needed his space for the moment, and while he wouldn't leave them for too long he needed time to cool down. To gather his thoughts and sort himself out, to settle the awful gnawing feeling in his gut that had been persistent since they had first begun making camp for the night.

Finding a spot not too far off from the camp, he patted down the plants around him and tucked his pelt bed up against a larger rock. He had some hope that maybe the sun and daylight would heat it but no, it was still fairly cold and offered no comfort. Ganymede’s sides heaved in a soft sigh as he leaned against it regardless, using it to ground himself better. His family had taught him well, better than the way he was acting, he was rude and disrespectful. It would be a lie if he said that didn't eat at him, they’d be disappointed in him. A whole year after everything had happened, a year since his family had been broken apart, and he could barely act like a Morningstar. What the hell was wrong with him…

Bundling up on the pelt, he made himself as small as he could, folding long limbs and curling his body so he could hide his own face under his tail. A disgrace, he was a disgrace of a prince, after everything he let those bastards do to him, forgetting the manners and teachings of his family. The thoughts that plagued him made sleep come painfully slowly, and if he knew the nightmares that would chew on his subconscious, he likely would've just chosen to stay awake.

----Sometime In The Middle of the Night; CW For Mentions of SA—--

It was the feeling of paws on hips, pain and not pleasure coursing up from between his legs, teeth on fur and skin, the ringing of his crying voice as he screamed for mercy and for him to just get off of him, please gods, he didn't want it that finally forced Ganymede awake. Screaming. Body was shaking, eyes still foggy from sleep and unseeing as he scrambled to right himself. Where was he, where were they, were they coming to use him again? He didn't want it again. His limbs shaking so hard that they couldn't bear his weight, forcing him to crawl a few feet from the pelt to dry retch, only stomach bile coming up because of the emptiness of it. Gany had no idea where he was or where his captor was, he could only hope he hadn't woken him up. Oh if he had the beating would be brutal, and the thought of what came after as a punishment made him start heaving again. Air felt scarce, throat tightened up to the point he could only wheeze as he lay on the ground, he was going to die. He was going to die here with that monster just out of sight in the dark.