A loud bang awoke her, it sounded as if it had happened right outside her window but upon diving out of bed she caught the last flash of what she remembered to be a portkey. Anything to do with the Wizarding world hadn't crept into Pandora's life for years. She moved to a muggle village in hopes of abandoning that part of her completely. However the day before, she'd received an owl from Violet, her sister, warning her of the ongoing Wizarding war that threatened the muggle world. Choosing to ignore this, Pandora carried on, only choosing to use magic when absolutely necessary, or of course when she was cooking, nothing serious though. Pandora and her sister had taken a vow against magic when they were just 15 and 13, upon watching their parents murdered by the Malfoy's under the orders of him, Lord Voldemort. His name still sent shivers down her spine. The day after the death of their parents, the sisters left Hogwarts and took up residence at a muggle boarding school where they completed their education and eventually went their separate ways. Of course, Violet was a lot more in touch with her witch side since turning 18; using owls to communicate, travelling by broomstick and using charms and potions had become second nature.
Pandora looked over at her bedside clock, 4am. She struggled to get back to sleep as thoughts of the Wizarding world 'what ifs' overtook her brain. Eventually giving in to her bodies decided insomnia, she arose an hour earlier than usual, taking her wand out from behind an old radiator she directed it towards the raw breakfast ingredients. Suddenly, bread became toast, eggs were poached and sausages burst from their skins, the room smelled delicious and taking a seat at her 'for two' table, she was met by a floating teapot and cup that filled itself before neatly settling beside her on a coaster. To her, this was what magic was, no violence or quarrels of who's blood was purer or dirtier. As the steaming, delicious breakfast plate directed itself in front of her, she began thinking of her bloodline. In the Wizarding world, had she kept in touch with such side, she would have been protected from this war, she was after all 'Pureblood' descending from two of the purest lines in history. However, her parents had met their demise at the hands of Lord Voldemort because of their friendliness with mudbloods and muggles during his previous attempt at taking over the Wizarding world. Gazing out the window she noticed the clouds grow extremely dark for no more than a minute before clearing and allowing the day through. This certainly was unusual behaviour, especially in the suburb she had lived in so peacefully for the last few years. A growing lump in her throat told her that things were definitely about to change around here, not for the better. Dressing herself quickly she decided the morning run would take a detour through the woods, what was going on out there? For the first time since moving to the muggle suburb, Pandora armed herself with her wand, concealed under her sleeve. Slipping on her sleek, black trainers and taking a deep breath, she left the comfort behind and began towards the deep, dark woods.
At first, all seemed innocent; no intense vibe, no feeling as if she was being watched, she even began to believe the entire flash of lightning and cloud behaviour was in her head. Stopping to stretch against an old statue of a now moss-covered fox, she felt his presence before she saw him. Her stomach dropped to the floor with such speed she almost threw up there and then.
"What'd' they call you then, beau'iful"his voice, laced with an accent and a tone that demanded attention. She turned around slowly to meet his gaze and smirk.
"P-Pandora, w-what do you want, I-I don't have m-money." she'd never struggled to get her words out so much in her life, terrified of the man, she felt for the wand now lost up her sleeve.
"An' I suppose, Pandora, you're lookin' fo' this?" he presented her wand inches from her face.
"Now, swee'heart, you're goin' a' tell me you're las' name, ain't ya'?" seeming to thrive from the fear in her eyes, he raised his eyebrows in her direction.
"M-Monclaire, why?" she stepped backwards, leaning against the statue for support.
"Check it!" he shouted back towards him and suddenly a small group of men, one who looked particularly vicious and wolf-life stalked towards the pair of them.
"Pureblood, must be fake Scabior, take her." a scruffy looking man shouted back, eyes darting up and down a long, crumpled piece of paper.
"Oh, I inten' to" seeming to both whisper and growl at her, the words alone made her skin crawl, but before she knew it her arms were tied behind her back and a loud bang met her ears, similar to the one she had heard a few hours ago.
Pandora had never apparated before, she was simply too young to when she was learning magic and didn't have the skill now, it took her a while to get her bearings and figure out that she was no longer in her neighbourhood woods, her head spun and another lump formed in her throat that she tried desperately to swallow. Dragging her through the woods now was the same man who'd accused her of lying about her name and blood status, a red scarf tied around his arm, the only similarity amongst the men other than the foul stench and wild look they all went for. They finally seemed to reach their destination, deep in a forest where a number of tents surrounded a burned pit of beer cans and old newspapers. Stopping suddenly, Scabior turned around to face his victim.
"Now Missy, I asked you nicely. Tell us your name, 'fore we force i' out of ya'." stepping closer towards her and brushing against her neck, he took in her scent before taking the flesh between his teeth and sucking on it, hard enough to leave a bruise, gentle enough not to break the skin, the last thing he needed was Fenrir getting too excited. The entire time, Pandora squirmed and held her eyes firmly shut, wishing this nightmare away, waiting to wake up and be back leaning against the trusty fox statue.
"I told you, it's P-Pandora Monclaire." she tried to kick and pull away from the man holding her.
"Say it, one more time princess." he said this in a menacingly low tone whilst tracing a finger down her stomach.
"I'm not lying, my parents were Tom and Merna, I don't practice magic anymore, please let me go." kicking behind her as she desperately pleaded with Scabior she caught the man who held her exactly where it hurt, she saw her opportunity to escape as he fell backwards in pain, when suddenly she was held up off of the ground by only her neck.
"Don't you try an' run from me, li'l girl." Scabior began squeezing her throat tighter and tighter, her vision begin to fill with black spots and just as she was about to slip into unconsciousness, he let her drop the floor, swiftly kicking her in the ribs and stomach before directing a spell her way.
"Stupefy." just loud enough so she could hear through her semi-conscious pain before she knew it, everything turned black.
She was awake before she opened her eyes. Forgetting where she was, she had a moment of bliss, thinking of breakfast, running and then skipping merrily off to work, nothing had gone wrong. Then she felt a hand on her neck and remembered.
"Are you awake, my lovely?" that voice, the one that had hurt her forced a shiver down her spine, similar to the one Lord Voldemort gave to her.
Opening her eyes, she looked at him with a terrified glimpse she couldn't seem to shake and attempted to edge away from him before realising she couldn't move.
"I'm not goin' a' hurt you swee'heart, I'm healin' ya', jus' don't do anythin' stupid." he gave her the first reassuring smile she'd seen on his lips and feeling a twinge in her ribs she needed all the help she could get to fix her. Starting with a salve on her neck to get rid of the choke bruises, his fingers feathered across her wounds as if they were never capable of putting them there in the first place. The hardest task of course would be healing her bones, he'd managed to crack her ribs with a single kick and although it was only a spell to fix, it hurt as much as getting them broken in the first place.
"Thank you." a single tear ran down her face and her voice cracked as she looked up at him with streams of vulnerability in her eyes. He could kill her, he could do anything, her life was in his hands, she had to give in.
"You're mine now, princess." stroking the tear away with his calloused finger, it was as if he'd read her mind, he knew how much control he had over her, and he revelled in it.
"Please Scabior, let me go, wipe my memory, please don't do this." if she could move, she'd have been on her knees begging him.
"The on'y way you'll be leavin' is if you're dead, swee'heart." he undid the paralysis charm but quickly climbed on top of her to stop her getting up.
"I'm goin' a' have you, in every which way I can." forcing a kiss on her lips he dragged his nails down her shoulder, slowly exploring her body with his hands and tongue.
"Please, no." she tried to push him away, fighting with all her strength to get up and away from him but to no avail, he was twice the weight of her and had the strength of ten men. Tears began to fall as his fingers found their way under her t-shirt.
His exploration of her body was painfully drawn out; kissing, sucking and biting his way down from her neck to her thighs, all the while ensuring his stiffened member brushed against her. She knew what was coming and it filled her with dread. It was this dread that filled her face, she couldn't hide it and Scabior knew why.
"You're a virgin ain't you swee'heart?" he smirked at her, with a wave of his wand, her clothes were gone and he quickly sunk two fingers inside her tight, untouched opening. Closing her eyes, Pandora nodded, tears that flooded her eyes slowly seeped out as Scabior opened her up with just his fingers.
"Please, please don't do this." she has dreaded her first time since the day she got her period and became a woman, all those years ago, the time had never come and yet here it was, being raped away from her.
"Relax swee'heart, you'll learn t'enjoy it." winking at her he once again attacked her mouth, forcing his tongue past her lips and deepening his fingers inside her. He hastily ripped off his own clothing, saving the bottom half for last, slowly unbuckling his belt, misleading Pandora into thinking it was simple sex, he quickly coiled his belt up around his hand and smacked her across her thighs until the bright pink welts raised up to meet it.
"My naughty li'l pet, ain't ya'?" his fingers brushed against the welts as gently as they did whilst healing her, the tone soon changed when he forced her legs apart and throwing them over his shoulders he showed no hesitation now his member had been released from the plaid prison that was his pants. He buried himself inside Pandora, further excited by the look of pain on her face. She began whimpering as she felt the thin piece of skin inside her, the one she'd kept hold of, that kept her innocent, tear on the tip of the snatchers cruel thrusts. Increasing his pace and force, Pandora tightened further as he began hitting the exact spot she'd needed to touch her whole life.
Suddenly, she felt as if she was floating, it felt wrong but so good, she felt her body betraying her and getting wetter and wetter to accommodate him, inside her.
"There we go baby, let me in." grabbing the top part of her hair with his fist, he began thrusting fast with continuous pace, sweat dripping from his brow. Pandora hated that she was enjoying it and wanted nothing more than to push him away, but she wanted the climax of this growing feeling inside her. Without thinking, looking right into his eyes she made sure he was close enough and spat at him, before the spit had even settled, she heard the ringing slap before she felt the burning pain on her cheek.
"Kinky li'l bitch." the action only seemed to bring Scabior even closer, with his hand now firmly around her neck, he thrusted deeper and harder and spilled his seed inside her. He kissed her cheek upon pulling out of her, and quickly dressed himself, leaving her right on the edge of something she'd never felt before.
"I'll be keeping you around, tha's fo' sure." wiping her saliva from his cheek with a ragged pink scarf, he winked at her, straightened his jacket and left the tent.
Pandora was left in a puddle of semen, saliva and blood. Feeling even worse than when she was beneath Scabior's feet having her ribs broken, she kicked the sheet off of the bed and wrapped herself in a nearby blanket.