WARNING: RAPE
6. Chapter
Daphne tried to keep her breathing even, but the rising panic in her chest made it impossible.
She was scared. Like never before in her life.
When Warrington had brought her to this place – which definitely wasn't the Warrington estate, she'd been there when she was younger – he had tried to rape her as soon as they had stepped out of the fireplace.
He had bent her over the table in his office, but Daphne wasn't going to go down without a fight. So she had grabbed everything she could get her hands on and had thrown it at his head. Then, she had turned around and had clawed at his face – she had even gone as far as to try to scratch his eyes out.
Warrington had never tried to restrain her with magic, though. Daphne wasn't sure why but she supposed he liked to use his physical strength. It seemed to turn him on.
When she had finally managed to throw a vase at his head, something in his eyes had flashed. Never had he looked as dangerous as in that moment.
"You wanna play dirty?", he had growled, an evil grin spreading across his face, "Fine. But two can play that game."
He had waved his wand then and had her tied onto a chair, before throwing floo powder into the fireplace.
"Antonin", he had said, when the flames had turned green. A couple of seconds later, Dolohov's face had appeared in the fire.
"Cassius."
"Bring me the younger Greengrass girl."
Smirking, he had watched how Daphne's face had paled.
"No!", she had screamed, "No! Please! I – I'll do whatever you want, just leave her alone! Not my sister, please!"
But Dolohov had already vanished.
"It's too late now, princess", Warrington had smirked. And then he had left her.
She was still tied to the chair and was shaking all over. What would they do to her sister? She couldn't let them hurt her. She'd rather let Warrington rape her.
Tears were slowly running down her face.
She missed Theo. She missed him so much, it nearly tore her apart. But it was better this way. Better her than him.
She hoped he was safe and wouldn't do anything stupid.
Daphne tried to stretch her back, but the magical ropes wouldn't let her move at all. Her neck was stiff, her back hurt and her wrists and ankles were sore.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
"Morning, princess", Warrington smirked and Daphne froze.
"Where's Astoria?", she asked, her voice breaking, "What have you done to my sister?"
His smirk disappeared.
"Draco-Darling couldn't keep his nose out of my business", he said angrily, "Told my men to piss off. So, you're lucky – she's safe. For now."
Daphne nearly started crying out of joy. Her sister was safe. Draco had been there to protect her. Astoria was safe.
"I'll tell you something", Warrington brought her back to the present, when he placed another chair in front of her and sat down on it, facing her, "Play nice and your sister stays out of this. Refuse me and I'll send Dolohov back and let him drag her here. Even if it means to kill Draco in the process, do you understand? I'll make you watch how Dolohov fucks her bloody, before Rookwood gets his turn with her. Maybe I'll even fuck her myself."
Daphne's heart hammered hard against her ribcage and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
Heat began to rise within her.
Then, she began to hyperventilate.
Panic cursed through her.
"C-can't breathe", she gasped loudly, desperately trying to fill her lungs with oxygen.
"Calm down, princess", Warrington furrowed his brows, moving to her side, "Daphne, breathe! You're alright, do you hear me? You're having a panic attack. Relax. You can breathe, there's nothing wrong. Breathe, Daphne. In and out."
He waved his wand and the ropes vanished. He wrapped his arms around her then and drew her back against his chest.
"Breathe with me", he whispered in her ear.
Daphne couldn't help herself but in that moment he really calmed her down. She would hate herself for that later, she knew. But now, she focused on the rise and fall of his chest, trying to mimic the movements.
Slowly, the fog in her head lifted and her lungs burned with cool air rushing through her windpipe.
"See what happens, when you're so dramatic?", Warrington said, still holding her, "I mean it, Daphne. Do what I tell you, give me what I want and I will let your sister live in peace."
Daphne closed her eyes, more tears spilling across her cheeks.
"Do we have a deal, princess?"
She nodded.
"You really should eat, man", Weasley said, looking rather helpless while holding Theo's dinner tray.
Theo just shook his head. He hadn't eaten for three days now.
"I can't", he croaked.
Weasley sighed, putting the tray down on the bedside table.
"You're not helping her by starving yourself", he said, sitting down next to him.
Theo nearly laughed. Who would have thought that he and Weasley would become some kind of friends one day.
"I can't eat, I'm sick", Theo answered, "I can't stop thinking about her. Merlin knows what he's doing to her right now."
"Well, apparently she's putting up quite a fight", Weasley said slowly, as if unsure if he should continue.
Theo looked up. "How do you know?"
"Malfoy was here yesterday", the ginger said uncomfortably and Theo's gaze darkened immediately, "Told us that Warrington has sent two Death Eaters to the Greengrass estate, trying to kidnap Astoria, so Daphne would cooperate. Malfoy stopped them."
Theo's chest swelled with pride. That was his Daphne. She had always been a fighter.
But then, his joy went away again as quickly as it had come. Daphne loved her sister more than anything. If Warrington threatened to hurt her, she'd do anything to protect her. Anything.
Before he could dwell further on that unpleasant thought, the door burst open with a bang.
"Where's Potter?", Blaise snapped, angrier than Theo had seen him in a long time.
"Get out, Zabini", Weasley barked, his face immediately turning red.
"Oh shut it, Weasel", Blaise replied, "It's about Daphne."
Theo paled. "What happened? Are there any news?"
Blaise shook his head. "I've been trying to get the Order to start an attack on the Warrington estate. To get her out. They refuse. That's why I need to talk to Potter. And Granger. If anyone can persuade them, it's those two."
"Don't you dare go anywhere near Hermione!", Weasley shouted, "You've done enough damage!"
"Didn't you listen to what I just said, idiot?", Blaise snapped, "I'm trying to save Daphne. I only need Granger's support."
"Doesn't matter", Theo muttered, "The Warrington estate is warded, you know that."
"Yeah", now, Blaise grinned, "but Draco knows how to let the wards down."
Silence followed.
"I'll go get Harry and Hermione", Weasley finally sighed and exited the room.
"I'm sorry, you know", Blaise said a few seconds later, "I'm sorry I fucked up our friendship by sleeping with her. I'm sorry for everything she has to go through now. I just wish you would stop hating me. She chose you. There were never any feelings between her and me."
Theo just nodded. What was he supposed to say to that?
"I'll bring her back", Blaise said, "Whatever it takes."
"What do you mean, you bring her back?", Theo asked, "I'm the one to save her."
"No, you're not", Blaise replied, looking like Theo had lost his mind, "They will kill you! She sacrificed everything to keep you alive! It would all be for nothing if you came barging into Warrington's manor and get yourself killed. You can't do that to her."
"But -"
"No!", Blaise's face was nearly as red as Weasley's hair by now, "We bring her back. If the Order finally agrees, that is."
Daphne stared at him with wide eyes.
"W-what?"
Warrington rolled his eyes. "I said kiss me. Or do you want me to call Dolohov and send him over to your sister?"
"No!", she cried out immediately, before slowly stepping closer to him. How was she supposed to do this? He wasn't Theo. She didn't love him. She loathed him.
Warrington, obviously impatient, grabbed one of her wrists and dragged her against him, before roughly planting his mouth on hers.
Daphne shuddered in disgust but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, his tongue darted between her lips and forced them open.
Think about Theo, she repeated inside her head, when his tongue invaded her mouth.
"You're not responding, princess", Warrington growled, tightening his grip around her wrist.
Slowly, Daphne let her tongue poke against his.
This time, Warrington growled in arousal and shoved her two steps backward, until her back hit the wall.
Daphne tried to swallow her rising panic.
You can do this. It's the only way to keep Astoria safe. Just think about Theo.
She cried out, when Warrington bit down on her lower lip.
"Stop thinking", he snarled, his hand sliding underneath her skirt.
"Please, don't do this", she heard herself say a moment later, when his fingers brushed against her sex.
His lips moved across her cheek and down to her neck, sucking hard.
"We had a deal, Daphne", he breathed against her shoulder, before biting it. Daphne jumped in surprise.
"Stop fighting me", slowly, he shoved one of his fingers between her folds and groaned, "Your body wants this. Look how wet you are."
His finger started to move and Daphne had to bite down hard on her lip to prevent herself from crying out. Tears began to fill her eyes. She felt betrayed by her own body.
Warrington added a second and third finger and this time, she did cry out.
"You're hurting me", she gasped, her nails digging into his upper arm, "Stop!"
To her surprise, he did stop and drew back his hand. A second later though, he yanked her with him toward his desk and roughly bent her over it.
"W-Warrington, please", she cried out, her hands clinging to the table, while she heard his clothes rustling, "Don't, please -"
She tried to get up, but immediately one of his hands was on her back and pressed her down again. The other hand lifted her skirt and then ripped her knickers apart.
"You really are beautiful", he moaned behind her.
She had no time to prepare herself when suddenly, with one hard shove, he thrust his cock inside her.
Daphne screamed in pain.
"So tight", Warrington groaned, one of his hands grabbing her ponytail, the other steadying her hips.
Slowly, he pulled out, before thrusting himself inside her again.
His movements became faster and rougher and harder and Daphne couldn't hold back her tears and whimpers anymore.
Theo. Theo. You have to think about Theo. You -
Again, she screamed, when he yanked her head backward by her ponytail.
"I know what you're doing", he leaned down, growling into her ear, "You're not gonna think about him."
He pushed into her again.
"I'm the one fucking you", he spat angrily, his grip on her hip hardening, bruising her, "You're gonna scream my name, not his. And now stop your sobbing or I swear I'll hurt you even more."
Ten minutes later it was finally over. Daphne's legs were shaking and as soon as Warrington let go of her, she sank to the ground. Her thighs were sticky with his seed and the smell made her want to vomit.
He left her lying on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably and wondering, how this whole plan had seemed so perfect to her in the first place.