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The next evening, jaskier is completely unprepared, he didn't get any sleep, was late so be barely had time to get ready, and he's already exhausted, tonight is his night on stage, and he's entirely unenthused.
He clutches his bag closer to him as he weaves towards the back, where he can change, he hears Priscilla announce him as the entertainment for the night,
"Ok everyone, we.have a special treat for you tonight, our best dancer, Jaskier."
Jaskier walks out, onto the stage, eyes skimming the crowd, simultaneously looking for someone and no one.
He can't stop the little pang of disappointment when he doesn't see golden eyes, but the show must go on.
The music starts and jaskier just can't get into it, luckily, his muscle memory takes over and his body does it for him, he starts to dissociate, and daydream, until he sees a few sketchy people in the crowd, exchanging bills, like a bet.
Luckily a few songs later his set is over, and he can go home.
He goes back to get dressed and says goodbye to pris, walking out to his car, he realized he forgot his phone, so he turns
back around and he isn't really sure what hits him when he's pinned against a wall, but not in a good way. He's outside behind the bar, about to input the code for the employees only door, when someone shoves him against the wall so hard, his breath is knocked out of his lungs, and he panics when he feels something cold and- decidedly sharp- against his throat,
"Scream, and I'll paint this wall with your blood." A voice says behind him.
Jaskier has never had something like this happen before, and there's definitely no way anyone could help him.
The man, keeping him pinned to the wall but removing the knife, slices down his leather jeans, and, jaskier, with renewed fear and courage, screams for help, before the man slaps a hand over his mouth and knees him in the ribs.
"Please make this stop, someone fucking help me." Jaskier thinks as the man forces inside him, tears start streaming down his face and he starts trying to get away, that's then the man gets even more violent, becoming rougher and rougher until he finishes, and then begins hitting jaskier, trying to get him to cry out in pain.
Jaskier is all but unconscious when he hears a gruff "Hey!" And "grab him."
He stays awake long enough to hear a scuffle, muffled sounds of protest, geralt saying "go get rid of him." And then feel hands cupping his face, wiping away tears and saying "we'll find out who did this to you."
He isn't lucid enough to question why geralt and his -friends-? were wearing sharp suits, and dressed like? Like-
Like... What?