3 May, 2026
Rose silently wails in agony around the leather bit in her mouth as Scorpius finishes within her with a roar of supreme satisfaction, jetting his hot, sticky seed deep into her unprotected womb with a final, violent shove.
Please don't let me get pregnant, she silently prays as the tears stream from her eyes.
The sting of her collar being yanked from behind, forces her head to crank back. A heavy hand slaps her arse. "You said to me once that you could never fuck, only make love," he taunts, panting heavy breaths against her cheek. "Guess I've made a liar out of you, Rose."
She sobs around the gagging, metal piece, her heart breaking all over again.
She'd expected his anger, but this... this is not the Scorpius she'd known just six short months ago. This is not the tender lover she'd sat up with until dawn watching the sun rise in a naked tangle of sated limbs, discussing ways for him to escape his father's fate and defect to the Order's cause so they could always be together. This wizard is a stranger to her, lacking in pity and mercy.
He pulls out of her body, and releases her collar, and her head slumps forward, sweat dripping into her eyes. Her spine aches from the strain of being held up in chains to the post he has magically transfigured in the centre of his bedroom. Her nipples ache from the constant tugging of the golden rings he has pierced her with, and her quim is sore from his relentless pounding. Her shaking legs want to give, but if she lets them, the joints in her shoulders will pop, so she has no choice but to stubbornly keep standing.
Her tormentor tiredly struts around to the front of her, fully naked, and as beautiful as she remembers. With two fingers under her chin, he forces her to meet his eyes. "I should kill you for what you did," he seethes, his anger still finding no appeasement, despite having worked itself upon her body time and again over the last three days since she became his prisoner. "You betrayed me. You betrayed us!"
In the face of his accusation, she once again, weakly shakes her head in denial.
He slaps her across her cheek and it stings so bad she knows the skin will be red for a while. "Stop fucking lying to me," he snarls, stepping in close enough for her to smell her own blood on his breath. Her breasts, neck, thighs, stomach, and arms bear the marks of his stinging, punishing bites. "I saw you through your own father's memories, ripped from his dying head. A Pensieve doesn't lie."
She sobs and again shakes her head.
He weaves his fingers through her hair and pulls. "You lying bitch! You killed our son, Rose! MY SON!"
She soundlessly screams behind the gag in denial, stomps her foot and attempts to shake her head again.
It wasn't me who killed our baby. It wasn't me!
He presses his lips to her ear. "You think I'd believe you after what I saw?" Very gently, he kisses the bite mark he has left on her throat. "It won't matter anyway. In nine months, you'll give me another son, and nine months after that, another. As many as I want - until I tire of hurting you. Then I'll kill you."
He jerks free of her and moves off to the bathroom, where the sound of his charmed shower washes her blood from his hands.
If only he would let her speak! But he has kept her Silenced and gagged since he has brought her here, as if he has no intention of letting her explain or apologize for what happened six months ago.
She wonders if she will ever be allowed her voice again.
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7 May, 2026
It has been several more days, and Scorpius is still relentless in his anger over her incorrectly presumed part of their unborn baby's death. He seethes with hatred for her. It eats and blackens his soul. There is no respite for his rage, not even when he sleeps. It makes him writhe in his bed for the few hours he does find rest until he awakens, soaked in sweat, his legs tangled in his sheets, and spitting profanities to the ceiling.
With terror her new, constant companion, Rose silently watches him from the corner of his room that has become her prison. She waits in fear of what new and inventive evil he will inflict upon her, and she mourns for him. He has become this ball of festering hostility because of a misunderstanding - one she'd been hoping to correct when she'd decided to allow herself to be captured a week ago. She'd known that once the Snatchers found out she was a half-blood and the daughter of the rebel leaders, she'd be brought before Scorpius, as he was this district's new Seneschal and one of his duties was to oversee the Wiltshire internment camp. She'd expected to be able to speak to him then - to explain why she'd suddenly disappeared from his life six months ago, and why their tiny, helpless son had been ripped from her womb three months before his birth and died gasping for breath.
She's been a fool to believe he'd want to listen to anything she has to say on the matter. She'd broken his heart and crushed his hope all in one fell swoop six months ago, and clearly there will be no forgiveness for her. It doesn't matter that none of it is her fault. It doesn't matter that she has been as much a victim as their son.
From across the room, she hears him awaken from another nightmare, and knows what comes next. Terror grips her as he steps down from his canopied bed, stark naked, and staggers across the floor towards her, his fully aroused erection bobbing, slapping against his thighs as he moves. In the moonlight coming in through his bedroom windows, she sees the look on his face and trembles.
Exhausted from no sleep for two nights, and on and off torture sessions during the day, her struggles are weak as he yanks her about with violence and pins her beneath him once more. He rapes her brutally from behind, holding her collar tight enough to nearly choke her out. When he comes, he bites the bend of her neck like a rabid beast, drawing blood.
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10 May, 2026
There is a knock at the bedroom door.
Scorpius tosses the towel from around his hips onto the floor and dons a robe. His freshly-washed hair is still damp as he combs his fingers through it.
"Grandfather." He seems surprised to see his elder at his door. "I'm just getting ready for the party now."
Lucius Malfoy does not cross the threshold into the room, but it is clear as his eyes lazily scan the area that he misses nothing. They land on her, but skim by with disinterest. She notes how smartly the man is dressed, in a set of elegant robes, and how he strokes over the jewellery on his hand. "I sincerely hope that you haven't been so busy with you new play thing, Scorpius, that you've forgotten to buy your grandmother an appropriate birthday gift?"
Her captor shakes his head. "A rare blooming Creeping Blood Rose. It's in the greenhouse right now. I think she'll enjoy it very much. Maybe it'll even get her outdoors and help her regain her strength."
The Provost's reply is surprisingly unconcerned, almost bland. "Perhaps. I'm sure she'll enjoy it." He glances around again. "See you down in the formal dining room, then. Thirty minutes. Don't be late."
Scorpius again defers to his captain with a smart clicking of his heels and a bowing of his head. "I'll be there."
He closes the door and immediately turns to head into his cavernous walk-in closet. "You're in luck today, bitch," he shouts out at her. "There won't be time for us to play until later." Having picked an outfit, he returns to the main room and begins dressing. "Looks like you're going to have to live without my attentions for the day."
Rose turns into the corner and tries not to cry in relief.
TO BE CONTINUED...
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
To be fair, I warned you it would get darker. And there are still more darker and horrible things to come for poor Rose in the next chapter.
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Preview of Chapter 4:
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"I hate you, Rose. With my whole soul I fucking hate you. I despise the very sight of you!"
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...as the mother carrying that precious life under her heart for six months, she has suffered in ways Scorpius will never understand. There is forever an empty ache in her womb, a black, gaping hole in her heart, and the shattering whisper of "what if..."
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"How could you do this to us?" her father yells at her, his face an angry shade of red. "Do you realize how much danger you've put us all in, with your sneaking around with the enemy's son? And now this... You've left me no choice, Rosie... Imperio."
