JUST LIKE DADDY
"No daddy! Please stop!" Severus cried as he watched his younger sister violated by his so-called father.
"C'mere Sev let me show you how its done", sneered the vile man in on the floor, on top of his sister. He lifted up her ragged dress, exposing her to her crying brother," let me show you what to do."
Hermione stared out at the beautiful, red, sunset sky from the balcony where she stood. She sighed contentedly and returned to reading her book, Nature's Healing Powers, when she heard a soft echo of footsteps behind her. She turned to see Prof. Severus Snape walking towards her.
" Miss Granger, what do you think you are doing up here this late in the evening?" he sneered,"its past curfew, you should be in the Gryffindor tower by now."
"I'm sorry, sir, I didnt realize it was that late." she said, looking at her watch. She looked up at him again and saw a strange look in his eye, she began to feel very scared. He started to walk slowly towards her, sensing danger she backed up slowly until her back touched the balcony railing.
" Hermione, beautiful Hermione." He said in a frightening tone of voice that she had never heard before. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her around the waist, dragging her kicking and screaming toward a small room on the east end of the castle. He covered her mouth to stifle her screaming and received a sharp bite on the hand, he threw her into the room. There was a bed and a desk in this room, nothing else. Finally i've got her after all my waiting, after all these years she's mine!, he thought to himself as he dragged her over to the bed. He threw her upon the bed and stared to vicously tear off her clothes.
" Please ! Stop! Professor please!" She begged and pleaded over and over again, but he heard none of it. He slapped her in the face, causing her to sob harder. Her fear gave him plesure, he had waited years for this moment and as he touched her and violated every inch of her being he felt a strange feeling off bliss come over him. Never in his whole life had he ever felt anything like this, like his soul was finally free from tis dark prison, for years he had been the object of his mother's frustrations and his father's scapegoat for his aggravations and anger towards the worl. Countless of times had he watched his sister raped and humiliated rightin front of him and have his psychotic father give little Severus his turn in his perverted little games. He never had control over his own life, but now things were going to be different, for he now had his own little sex toy, his own little plaything to torture and torment. She would never tell,no, he would make sure of that for if she did there would be punishment. As he looked down at the pitiful, crying girl in front of him, he felt proud. He knew his father wouldve wanted him to be this way. He felt proud to be just like daddy.