The first two chapters are incredibly short. They are just short introductions of my main characters. Although sadly, they aren't mine. All characters and recognizable situations belong to her. I'm just taking creative license. This is going to be a pretty dark story. There will be scenes of drug use, sexual situations, assault and strong language. If any of that offends you, I suggest you stop reading now. Everybody else, welcome to the ride!
Her brow furrowed as she felt his beard tickle her neck. She felt the bile rise to her throat as his hand rummaged into her lace knickers. It was easy to block them out and imagine that she was somewhere else. A time before all of the chaos. Not that she could remember anything about before all of the chaos. She'd guessed that the chaos must have just stuck. She was destined to live this life. Maybe she'd been a horrid individual in a former life, she had to have been to be subjected to this kind of path.
"You're such a pretty girl, sweetheart" he muttered against her jaw.
Feeling his erection pressing into her thigh, she wriggled against him. Maybe it was because she wanted it over with, she never really knew why she did it. But more often than not, it worked. He took his penis out of his fly and pressed it to her center. She couldn't help but let out a quiet sob as he thrust himself inside of her. It was always painful. She never wanted any of it, but it was the only way of living. She didn't know if she had any family, whether there were people who cared out there looking for her, her friends maybe.
The heavy man above her was grunting and moaning as he spilled his seed inside the condom. At least she had that. She never went unprotected. Sure, she was a prostitute with a drug addiction, but at least she had the security of knowing that her actions weren't causing her medical harm. She often felt the overwhelming urge to learn or to read, but she never knew quite where it came from. Of course, in order to read, you need to be able to afford books. She couldn't. But she could afford to feed her addiction and that was all she needed to get through the pain of having no idea why you were even brought into this world. Or who brought you into it. It numbed the pain. Erased all of the bad memories for just a little while.
"That was lovely sweetheart, we must do it again soon" he purred into her ear.
She could have vomited right there and then, but she held it in.
He dressed himself and walked out of the cheap hotel room door and she broke. Her heart pained, her breath caught in her throat and she just cried. She cried for three hours before she peeled herself out of the clammy sheets to go to the bathroom.
Flushing the toilet, she stood against the sink and wiped her face with a damp flannel. Looking into the mirror, she had no idea who was staring back at her. The dark circles around her eyes insinuated that she hadn't slept for weeks, her mousy brown hair unruly and out of control, her red, tear stained cheeks. Who was this woman? Why couldn't she remember anything about her self? Whats a girl to do when all she knows in this world is her name.
And Hermione Granger was sinking.