Her screams explode out from her with such fury and fear never reaching their ears or her own thanks to a silencing spell set upon the entire room. She watches their lips move, could form out a few words because of there shapes and the frequency of the use. She could see them laugh, laugh at her as she wishes to run and cover her naked body, frozen again by magics powers. Her entire body shakes with tremors without seeing knowing it was bruised, bloody and a brilliant red. All she could to protect herself for a moment was to close her eyes and escape to her safety world. As he catches her eye, smirks and takes a step closer his robe half haphazardly placed on his shoulders and loosely tied his dropped to his feet exposing himself in full, at that she escapes. Or tries to.
"Look at me Ginny. Allow me to show you what a real man can do!" Taking a firm grip of her face holding her face forcing her eyes to remain open, inches from his lips. Able to make out look and Ginny, the rest left unsure about. The silent scream again tries to be heard him without warning he slams himself inside of her shattered self, leaning down and roughly taking her lips with his teeth. Knowing it was a risk, but not caring Ginny tries to escape once more.
"Hey honey come to my house for the holiday."
"Are you sure Draco? What about your father?" He sat up in the bed covers hiding his naked bottom half, his muscled torso still in sight, she gently rubbed her fingers across the lines.
"Yes I am sure. If my father can't accept the woman I love and plan on marrying than I don't need him" Though never much of girly girl always surrounded by rough and tumble boys she smiled and giggled gleefully at that word.
"Um marry Draco?"
"Yes marry Miss Weasley, if you will have me of course."
The safe world abruptly fades and she returns to the hell his hand yanking on her breast ending it. Just as quickly he entered and had begun to thrust he stops, standing and pulls out his wand mouthing a command.
"So how do we compare to my son? Who do you find most satisfactory?"
"You bastard!" Ears open, words working she fires out her fury at the elder Malfoy, some of his fellow death eaters laughing behind him.
"I most remember to thank Draco for such a wonderful gift. His last girlfriend that was like fucking a dried piece of wood, but my god you!" Last girlfriend? Draco had no other girlfriends, just Patsy. Oh god Patsy! Memories flooded her of absent mindally scanning the Daily Prophet of reports of her disapprence; never being close she never cared. How could Draco be so foolish and ignorant to place her into such a dangerous position?
A door blocked by the shoulders of what she assumes was the elder Vincent Goyle opens, as the person steps forward she gasp having her answer as to why.
"Hello father. Is it my turn yet?" He also naked and looking ready to go.
"No!"
"Yes she's all yours. And thank you for such a wonderful gift, I think I might want one more go before."
"Of course father, perhaps we can share her?" The near mirror images smile and walk towards her, closing her eyes to escape; this time the safety world was nothing but blackness.