Disclaimer: As I am writing this on fan fiction I am quite obviously J.K. Rowling. I co-wrote this with my sister, so as you may have noticed their are two copies of the same story, her name is Draconis Eradini for anyone who wants to search it up so don't worry, I'm not a fic-stealer
"NOOOOO!!!" she screamed inside her head. "Not again..."
For years it had happened, every night. Stupidly she had thought after the extended amount of time that she had spent away from his foul clutches, he would have given up, got bored, realised how wrong and immoral it was.
Biting back her screams, she clutched the pillow, willing her nightly torture to end. Silent tears coursed steadily from her red chapped eyes.
The bruises were going to show, how she was going to cover them up for tomorrow? Without magic!? Tomorrow, the journey that would free her from the hell hole she had known for the last six weeks. She wished that she could stop it, she wish childishly that all families got their happily ever after.
Turning her head to the side, avoiding the stench of his breath, alcohol marred with a lack of personal hygiene that threatened to consume her. His rough mouth instead bit down hard on her collar bone, working his way down to her breasts. She pushed her chin up. Away, to block it all out.
'Scream sweetheart, do it for daddy'
And she did, the consequences of not doing so where to ghastly to envisage, but she had endured them many times before.
Blood trickled from her sore nipples, red carving its way down her trembling body. Using to fat gnarled fingers he slashed at her core, before clashing into soft swollen folds. Ripping the soft flesh around his fingers, he laughed a cold heartless laugh, and yet his hard member twitched in eager anticipation.
