BEFORE YOU READ THE STORY!! Dont think me competely insane when you read this. My Drama class was given slavery as out GCSE stimulus and many of us chose to do about sex Trafficing, sexual and mental abuse and Arranged Marrages. We used these to show the characters were traped. After seeing everybodies and doing my own. I thought it might be a good idea for a story. Some of my ideas have branched off other people's monologes and from my own. And after writting a monolouge for a class mate everyone thought i had a messed up head for thinking such things. So this is kind of like a monolouge; I'm not sure wether or not to carry it on to a story. Also I dont mean to affend anybody by what i write. So I hope you like it (Well not like it.) You know what i mean. Please Tell me what you think. Feed back means alot to me. On with the story...

Scratching. Biting. Tearing.

Destroying Me. Taking Me. Killing Me.

My Sink Lay Soaked In His Sweat, Him Semen And Blood.

My Blood. The Blood Of A Muggle. A Mud Blood.

Me, A Sweet Innocent Girl; Barley A Woman.

Smiling Sweetly And Gigging Softly.

Can You See Me?

I Was Walking Out Of The Sweetshop When He Took Me.

He Threw Me To The Floor. He Straddled Me And With Only Thrust He Took My Innocence.

Then He Passed Me Round. One Man And Then The Next And Then The Next And Then The Next.

One Ride After Another.

Taking What They Wanted And Leaving Only Scars.

I Lay On My Back For Hours. Who Knows If I had Passed Out?

They Sure Didn't care.

After All I Was Just A Play Thing. A Toy.

They Did as they pleased. Whatever It took to make me scream.

To watch me wither in pain beneath them.

Can You See Me?

Their breath smelt of smoke and booze. And there hands were rough when they touched me.

The first night was the worst. The pain, The blood, The brutality.

After that I played dead for as long as I could but that didn't stop them.

They carried on until they were board of me. Chained me up naked and left me.

Each night was the same. A rush of colour's and faces. Drinking, Gambolling.

They experimented with me. Pulling and pushing. Bending and braking.

Like a rag doll. That was all I was to them; Hermione Granger the Sex Doll.

Can You See Me?

There were faces I recognised and some I did not.

Sometimes He was there and sometimes He wasn't.

I don't know which I preferred.

The way He touched me was different and I flinched away.

But he pulled me back and Hit me.

Over and Over Again And Again. Until

Until I was almost dead.

Sometimes I think death would be merciful.

In death I couldn't be hurt or have Cruciatus curse thrust upon me. Time and Time again.

I begged for death but all I got was laughing in my face.

'This is a war.' He whispered in my ear 'There are those with power, that's us. And there are those too weak to seek it, which would be you, love.'

With that He thrust into me again. Harder and harder.

The pain seemed to have easier though as if numb. Like my insides. Numb

I thought the less I think about it the less it will hurt.

Then I thought myself naive.

That was when they found new ways to hurt me.

It will always hurt. Even with him.

Always...