Relatively graphic rape in this chapter but I will mark the point at which I think it becomes M rated and then I will mark when it ends.

I want to make it abundantly clear that the things Lucius says during this and any other chapter are not my opinions!
Also, it's a common misconception that if a guy is raped and gets aroused then they must enjoy it and it therefore isn't rape. This is not true! It is a natural reaction and causes great guilt to the victim. I'm trying to show this in this chapter and the rest of the story.

Read, review and enjoy. Reviews make me happy! :D

Broken Like An Angel

Chapter 11
Draco PoV

~Nightmare~

It started out just like the other times so I knew from the start that this would end very badly and very painfully for me.

I once again woke in the middle of the night to find my father looming over me, a predatory look only too obvious on his face. Having an idea of what might happen this time, unlike the first time when I was caught completely off guard, I made a run for it. Squirming out of my father's weak grasp, I stumbled away from my bed thinking that I had avoided another agonizing encounter.

That was until a hand roughly grabbed my wrist, pulling me backwards. As my back met the suddenly terrifying expanse of mattress, my mind spun as I thought about every escape route I could from this situation but each solution was dismissed as impossible. I continued to squirm hoping that I could somehow get away. Seeing my struggles, father put my arms in a vice-like grip making it impossible for my much smaller body to overpower him. A smug smile, so similar to my own that it made me feel sick, spread across his face at my helplessness.

Releasing one of my hands, he reached down and I felt a hand pulling on the waistband of my pyjamas. Realising that I had a free hand, I instinctively swung out at the man on top of me.

As soon as my hand made contact with father's shoulder I regretted it.

Now with murderous eyes, my father grabbed my hand and yanked it above my head, bringing the other to join it seconds later. Grasping both of my wrists together on one of his hands, he roughly pulled my pyjama pants off. In a weak attempt to save myself, my legs flailed and struck something solid. I knew that solid thing had been my father when a strong punch impacted with my stomach. I cried out at the pain radiating from my abdomen.

I looked wildly around for my wand, locating it on the top of a chest of drawers a few metres from the bed – even if I could get one of my hands free, I wouldn't be able to reach it. Realising that there really was no way to escape my father, I felt tears fill my eyes and an involuntary whisper leave my mouth at the hopelessness of the situation. I refused to cry or beg, knowing it would only anger the blonde man more but wasn't sure how long i'd be able to manage it during the pain that was inevitably to come.

~M rated content~

To my great surprise, my father turned me on my back and leaned in so close to me that I could feel his hot breath on my skin and it made me shudder in disgust. His lips made contact with my neck and he began to kiss down the pale skin of my neck, sometimes sucking or licking, until he reached my chest. Then he dragged his tongue down to my right nipple and flicked it with his tongue, sucked and then blew cold air onto the hardened nub. I shivered at the feeling and my father smirked once again. I felt guilt well up inside me as my dick began to harden under father's ministrations. After a little pinching and sucking on my other nipple, he resumed his tongue's journey down my body, over my surely bruised stomach and down to my semi-hard penis. Blowing cold air over the sensitive skin, I saw my father's face once again, smug grin in place.

"See? I knew from what you must have been dreaming that you're just desperate for a cock up your arse. Look how hard you are for your own father. You fags are all just desperate sluts willing to do anything to get fucked." He sneered.

"No father! You're wrong! I'm not gay! I can change!" I begged.

"I'm not wrong and i'm going to give you exactly what you clearly want so badly."

The pain that followed was unbearable and I thought I might pass out but I had no such luck. I don't know how long the agony lasted but after a while, I felt a cool hand on my dick, stroking up and down until, against my will, it was hard. I tried to stop it, to make it go away but I couldn't as the hand just kept stroking and as I felt a hot liquid enter my body I came with tears streaming down my face, sobs racking my body and guilt overwhelming me. Only then did I finally fall unconscious.

~End M rated content~

~End of nightmare~

I sat bolt upright, my face wet with tears and the rest of my body drenched in sweat. Leaping out of bed, I grabbed a towel from my trunk and bolted to the nearest bathroom, not caring that it was still the early hours of the morning. I had to wash the dirty feeling off. I refused to cry until i'd reached the privacy of the bathroom and when I reached it I burst through the door, shoved it closed behind me and turned on a shower. Stepping under the spray, I scrubbed frantically at my skin, the tears i'd been holding back falling uncontrollably down my cheeks and mingling with the water running down my body. Flashes of the memory returned to me and I turned the temperature up and scrubbing at my skin until it was raw but still not stopping. I still felt dirty and I could almost feel my father's hands still on me. As I remembered that night, I scrubbed at my neck remembering the mark I had found there when I had finally awoken.

I turned the temperature up more, not even turning it down when it began to burn my skin a little. Leaning against the cold, smooth tiles behind me, I slid down to the ground and wept. I felt sick to my stomach and the intense feelings of self-loathing, guilt and helplessness from that night were resurfacing and overwhelming me.

I'm not sure how exactly how long i'd sat there under the spray of the shower which, by the time I became aware of my surroundings again, had turned cold but too afraid to go back to sleep I had stayed.

Hearing footsteps in the corridor outside the bathroom, I turned off the water and wrapped my towel tightly around myself. Footsteps meant that people were waking up and would soon be coming to the bathrooms so, not prepared to be found sobbing red-skinned on the bathroom floor, I had to get out of there fast. I dried myself off, trying to look at my body as little as possible, and then redressing in my pyjamas before exiting the bathroom and returning to my dorm to change into school robes and be gone before the rest of Slytherin woke up.

Broken Like An Angel

Well that was pretty depressing... Hope that won't put you off reviewing.

I did quite a bit of research before I started writing this story because I've never written about rape before and it helped me quite a lot in this chapter and I hope it's reasonably realistic... :)