Chapter 3, The first day...of a week.
The searing pain in her left leg made her cry out once again. Her voice was hoarse, and it didn't take long until it broke so that she couldn't even manage to get a whimper through her lips. Which she was, in a way, glad for. Weakness was something she didn't want to show, but it seemed to be more difficult to hide than she'd thought. The pain from her injuries weren't helping either.
Her right eye was blinded by blood falling down from a cut just above her eyebrow. She'd been thrown through the room, and she'd hit the small table's corner with incredible force. Even her palms and knees were covered with small scratches and bruises; him having her thrown around like a toy.
Tonks sobbed as she watched him lurk in the shadows. She bit her tongue in an attempt to silence herself. He'd hit her with some sort of curse, but she didn't know which one. She hardly cared right now. A frightened sound escaped her as he started moving, and she quickly put up her defensives, or those she'd left anyway.
He was walking around her now, circling, as if watching his prey cringe in fear before striking again. She'd kept herself from making eye contact, but as she watched his black boots make their way slowly around her, she forced her head upwards. He raised a brow at what he seemed to take as cheekiness coming from her and strode closer. Tonks winced as he grabbed her chin and abruptly pulled her face higher up to meet his. She felt fear mingled with hate as she looked into his black eyes; fear for what she now knew he could do, and hate for the new knowledge that he could actually do this, and claim he was on their side. On her side. They were supposed to sit in the same boat; having the same goals in this war.
Thoughts of reason were long left to someone else to ponder, and Tonks let the pain, and the darkness around her, in.
"What are you going to do?" she whispered as she tried to swallow; but her throat was too stretched to allow that.
An evil smirk played on his lips as he caressed her chin playfully. Tonks glared at him, but he didn't flinch.
"Are you gonna rape me or what?" Her voice was gaining strength as she fought tears. Severus eyed her with an indifference that made her want to cringe. His grip, although not so hard, was firm so she quickly disposed of that desire.
"Not yet, Nymphadora." he replied with a smooth voice, silky as always when he spoke this low.
Tonks gasped when he suddenly grabbed her throat and pulled her upwards; forcing her to stand on her shaky legs. She fought him as her air supply lessened, but got no respond other than a steady shake.
Black dots soon appeared before her eyes, and she both feared and longed for the emptiness that was unconsciousness.
"Oh no, you are not getting away just yet, my dear Metamorphmagus." she heard him whisper before she was thrown down to the floor; hurting both her knees when impacting on the hard floor. She yelped but was silenced when something hard hit her stomach, probably his boot, made her gasp for air.
"This should do it for tonight. Mind you; you won't have any vacation while here." Severus sneered before bending down and grabbing her wrist to pull her up once again. Tonks hardly managed to protest as he dragged her through the room towards an old looking door.
"You'll stay here, and if I catch you even trying to get out…." he needn't finish the sentence. Tonks, who'd just managed to keep herself from falling again after his violent push through the door, gave him a scared look but kept her aching shoulder set straight.
"Have a pleasant night…Tonks…" he sneered while slamming the door shut.
"You too, Severus Snape!" she spat back to the closed door before allowing herself to cry. Her throat ached after the hours, it seemed, she'd forced herself to be strong. It was a relief, in a way, to finally relax. Tonks didn't bother to look around the room, but went directly over to what should be a bed, or a very old and torn couch. Sinking down in it, Tonks buried her face in her hands and breathed in deeply. Her whole body ached and she could kill for a pain-killer potion, or just anything to revile the pain.
The first day, of a week. I won't survive… I'll die and either spill out everything I know, or take the secrets to my grave, she thought as she dried her eyes. It was to no use, since new tears began to fall down her cheek; blurring her sight.
"Tell me, Tonks, how could you ever believe that you could keep secrets from the Dark Lord?"
The words came back into her tired mind, brining back this day's events. Humiliation burned on her cheeks as she felt a burning hate towards herself. Was she really this weak? If Snape was on their side, then he could encounter many things worse than this, and she'd never heard him complain.
Oh snap out of it Tonks! This won't do you any good! Remember what you've been taught; mind on escaping, and mouth shut. You can't say you won't make this, if you're not giving it a try. Focus; you need focus…
She breathed in a shaky breath and slowly let it out, trying to rid herself from the annoying sobs that broke her stiff posture. Her eyes, now in the colour of dark grey, glared at the closed door in the other side of the room. She wondered what the bastard was doing right now. Telling all his little friends of the power he had over the filthy half-blooded Metamorphmagus stuck in one of his rooms while laughing? Or just having a nice, quiet evening in front of the fireplace sipping on his fire whiskey?
I hope he chokes on his damned fire whiskey…
Which was exactly what he was trying to do. He sat, unlike what she'd thought, in his kitchen constantly gulping down the amber liquid bottled up in the glass-jug he was currently holding in his left hand. Only to let himself breathe Severus let his right hand lower the now empty glass the table, only to have it refilled. Bracing himself for another 'bottom 'n' up', Severus emptied the glass without blinking.
"Damn…" he murmured as he sat down heavily on the old chair, letting both his hands rest on the cool surface of the table; still clenching both the jug and the glass.
He'd not been able to get away fast enough to miss her retort after he'd slammed the door shut. He'd thought himself to have a decent amount of walls and denials up to stand the night to come, but she'd ruined it all.
"You too, Severus Snape!" still rang in his ears. Flashes of what he'd done to her came unbidden to his mind. Him casting various small hexes, hitting her, slapping, pouncing, kicking… He'd thought it to be the less painful thing to start with.
Less painful? The girl is surely rolling around on the bloody floor in agony…
But then again, he could've cast the darkest hexes he knew, causing her pain almost as intense as the Cruciatus, and he could've raped her as violently as Lucius Malfoy would've done… He could've been so much, much more cruel…
Why am I not?
Because now, you've got a conscience.
And that's a good thing?
I'm not even going to lower myself to answer that utterly stupid questi – ah…right…I'm talking to myself. Ok, thinking.
Severus lifted the jug to refill his glass once again but changed his mind and drank directly from the jug instead.
Why bother refilling it all the time? he thought bitterly as he half enjoyed the dizzy feeling the alcohol brought to him.
Sooner or later I'll have to rape the damned witch…not looking forward to it…
"You should be pleased, Severus, for finally having yourself a fuck without losing any money."
Lucius Malfoy's voice came into his mind as he thought of what he would've said if he'd had the opportunity.
Bastard, he thought while taking another gulp of whiskey. He didn't need to be reminded about what women thought about him all the time. He knew, and accepted it, and didn't care. What was the big deal?
A headache was beginning to take form, and Severus thought it wisely to stop thinking too much since it obviously wasn't a good time right now. Besides; it wouldn't be long before he would pass out, and he partly looked forward to it.
No more thoughts for a while. Or dreams. Or anything of that kind about that damned Metamorphmagus.
…
Or stupid arguing with my own mind…
…damn this whiskey is good…
A/N: ok, this chapter wasn't that bad, was it? ;) though it may get worse from here. anyways, plz review? I know it was a short chapter but well... ;) hehe...