Chapter 3 Scabior's Offer
Scabior woke up late the next morning still aroused and in desperate need of relief. He quickly lowers his tight, plaid pants and caresses his erection, picturing Kaila's face in his mind before he took a tighter hold on himself and began to thrust into his hand…the way she looked with her hands above her head…her legs wrapped around his waist and her inner muscles squeezing around his shaft as he moved against her…
He would have her. Not only would he have her, but she would give herself willingly. He was a snatcher and she was a muggleborn. He had the power to spare her life…in exchange for her body. It would be a deal that she couldn't resist. She couldn't possibly turn him away, and then it would be her that sheathed his hard cock rather than his own hand… He closes his eyes, pumping harder as he pictures her begging him to take her…moaning his name. He tensed as he reached the breaking point and came into his hand, feeling bitter that it wasn't hers.
When he was finished, he magically cleaned himself up again and made himself look presentable enough to lead snatchers in search of mudbloods. When he left his tent the first thing he noticed was Kaila sitting next to a tree, her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, her wrists still bound together. Greyback was sitting not too far from her, sneaking glances at her mockingly, as though waiting fro the perfect moment to attack. Another snatcher, a tall, dark haired man with a scruffy beard, had made a breakfast of eggs, biscuits and gravy, and bacon. Scabior grabbed two small plates and filled them with food. The other snatchers had already eaten by now and the other prisoners wouldn't need to. He moved to sit down next to Kaila and magically removed the ropes that held her hands together before offering her the second plate of food. She ignored it, keeping her gaze on the ground and leaning away from him.
"Droic is a decent cook," Scabior tells her, taking a bite out of the biscuit on the plate that he was offering her, "It's not poisoned."
She glares at him.
"When did you last eat, pet?" Scabior pushes, "You must be 'ungry."
"Prisoners don't get to eat today," Greyback declares with a grin, sitting down on the other side of Kaila and reaching for the plate Scabior was offering her. "I'm taking them to the Malfoys in a bit."
"Scabior moves the plate out of his reach, "Not this one. I'm keeping 'er for a bit longer."
"She's probably still tire from last night," Greyback shrugs, pulling at her hair, "Too tired to eat."
"The boyfriend didn't 'unt for you or return to town to get you food. I was watching." Scabior points out, ignoring Greyback's comment and turning his attention back to her, "Must be a few days since you've last eat."
"Greyback drags a long, dirt stained fingernail down the side of her face. "Are you going to answer his question, or is ol' Greyback going to 'ave to dig it out of you?"
She flinches away from Greyback and unintentionally towards Scabior. "F-four days…I haven't had a real meal in four days."
"Then eat, beautiful. There's nothing wrong with the food." Scabior insists, pushing the plate at her.
She glances at Greyback before quickly taking the plate and starting in on it.
"Now that we've got you talking," Greyback continues, "Did you enjoy what my mate gave you lat night? Was he good? Did you like it?"
She tries to ignore him but he grabs her hair and uses it to force her to look at him. "I bet you were a good little slut for him, weren't you? He's a bit out of practice though, I think."
Scabior's eyes darken, but he continues eating. Greyback was just trying to get a rise out of him, and Kaila was just what he needed to induce one.
Greyback runs his hand down the back of her thigh towards her groin. "Don't worry…tonight I'll show you what a real man is like."
Scabior drops his plate to the ground and jumps to his feet. Greyback follows suit and Scabior pushes him away from Kaila, back against another tree with his wand pressed to his throat.
"I don't think you'll be putting a 'and on 'her at all, mate." Scabior breathes, "I'm in charge 'ere. You'll only take what I tell you to take. Is that clear enough for you or do I need to use an unforgivable to 'elp you get it through that thick 'ead of yours?"
"I suggest you take a step back and look at what you're doing, Scabior. It's not good for business to get so attached to the merchandise." Greyback snaps, pushing away from him.
"Take the others to the Malfoys." Scabior demands, "I don't want to see you back 'ere until you think you can show me the proper respect. I don't 'ave to put up with you, and don't think for a moment that I'm going to."
"You want me to take the boyfriend as well, or do you plan to keep him for yourself, too?" Greyback growls, barely fighting his anger.
"All of them," Scabior answers, pulling Kaila, who'd eaten so fast she was already done with her plate, to her feet and taking her by the arm, pulling her off into the forest.
"W-Where are we going?" Kaila asks fearfully.
Scabior glances at her but doesn't answer. After a few minutes he slows down and carefully moves through a particularly thick patch of brush, entering into a large clearing surrounding a large lake that drained into a river on the other side. He lets her go and sits down with his back against a tree. She stood still for a moment, unsure about what he expected her to do.
"The water is alright to drink and bathe in. It's filled by an underground spring and drains into the river over on the other side…which is unusual, but it keeps the water clean." Scabior tells her, watching her curiously. "You can drink to wash down your breakfast and clean yourself up a bit."
"You're no afraid I'll try to escape? Swim across or make a run for it into the forest?" She asks hesitantly.
"No," Scabior answers simply, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Why not?" Kaila asks, almost offended by his lack of concern.
"Because I 'ave a wand and you don't. I've been watching you. You're smart enough to know what will 'appen if I 'ave to use my wand to retrieve you, pet."
"My name is Kaila, and I'm not your pet." She answers stiffly, moving to sit down on the shore and taking advantage of his offer.
"I'll call you what I want, beautiful." He replies patiently, stretching his legs out and crossing them. He folds his arms across his chest and watches in amusement as she tests the water before she starts washing the dirt off of her face.
"So tell me, pet, 'ow'd you end up with that boyfriend of yours?" Scabior asks curiously. "'E's nor a very good one, is 'e?"
"You don't know him or me." Kaila snaps, "It's none of your business."
"'e mistreats you." Scabior points out, "takes you for granted."
"Yes, and you're so much better," She retorts sarcastically.
He falls silent as she takes a drink of the water before standing back up, turning towards him. "What do you want from me?"
Scabior studies her for a moment before standing up. "Look, lovely, you're a muggleborn. Either way, you're going to end up with someone who wants to 'urt you…but I don't have to turn you in righ' away. I want to make a deal with you. You stay in my tent, do what I say, sex included, and I won't give you to the Malfoys until I've 'ad enough of you."
She laughs, "Because what I really want to do with whatever time I have left is to turn myself into a rapist snatcher's whore. Throw in Greyback's promise to show me what I real man is like, and how could I refuse your offer?" She answers sarcastically, not bothering to pause and think about it. She moves towards him and spits at his feet. "I'd rather die."
He grabs her and pushes her back against the tree, pushing his knee between her legs and pinning her there with the lower half of his body.
"I don't share my women, lovely. Greyback couldn't touch you without having to face my anger." He replies lightly, picking up a lock of her hair and smelling it. He runs the back of his fingers down the side of her face before taking a step back and trying a different approach. She seemed to respond well to threats. "On the other 'and, if you don't take my offer, I will have no reason to stop 'im when he does try to take you."
"Fuck you!" She snarls, moving away from him. "If you want me, you'll just have to take me by force again, because I will never willingly sleep with you."
She turns away from him and starts back towards the camp. He watches in frustration as she willingly returns to the prisoners' tent and shuts herself up inside without so much as another glance in his direction.
