Alison opened the bag, taking the clothes out. It baffled her still how he got his hands on these clothes, but she tried not to think about it. Blue bra this time, with a with plaid pattern and matching panties. She ripped the black lingerie off with relief, throwing it under the bunk bed in the room and she got dressed quickly into jeans and a pale pink top.

Taking her time, she was in no rush, she stepped into the bathroom washing her face thoroughly, ridding it of gunk. She let her hair down and brushed it through with her fingers, it fell in light waves from the up do. There in the mirror was the Alison Rosewood she knew.

Maybe she could just not go into the tent, maybe he'd let her off? Alison shook her head, hardly. This was going to be horrible, what if she did something wrong? "Don't think like that." Alison muttered. If she did do something wrong then that's even better, he was forcing her to do it.

Would she be better taking the other route? It would be unbearable physically... but this way was mentally unbearable. She shouldn't have to do either way! Alison frowned at herself in the mirror, it hardly mattered to Scabior though. Maybe she should boycott the idea...no, it wouldn't work...he'd find a way. It was getting dark outside, there was no choice. Just do it, get it over with. It'd be quick. Quick. Alison nodded, pushing her hair off her face, girls do this all the time! But not to someone who raped them before...stop! Damn it, just do it! Alison inhaled deeply, it'll be fine.

"Hello...?" Alison attempted a knock on the soft tent. No answer. She sighed, stepping through. The tent was empty, "Scabior?" She said loudly, glancing outside again. Where was he, maybe he got bored waiting for her. Probably off in the woods, he'd be back soon.

Alison walked slowly further into the tent. The same as ever...his bed...her bed...bathroom...table. Alison stared at the table, her lips pursed. She stepped closer to it, her eyes narrowing at the memory. Alison traced her finger across the edge-

"Ello Beau'iful."

Alison turned swiftly, banging right into Scabior and she backed away, bashing off the table behind her. "Hi." She breathed, looking up at Scabior.

"Nice table eh?" Scabior slipped a hand around her waist.

"Not really." Alison pushed his hand away, still looking at his face.

"I like it." He replied now moving his hand and placing it on her neck.

Alison pushed his hand for away for a second time and ducked under his arm and towards the bed, "Stop it, we had a deal."

"Alrigh', alrigh'.." Scabior but his hands up as if she were accusing him, "...what was our deal again?"

"You know." Alison crossed her arms. "But I wan' you to tell me." Scabior took his hands to his knees and tilted his head at her as if talking to a child, "Tell me what you're goin' to do."

Alison sighed, "Scabior, come on-"

But Scabior was to quick, placing one arm firmly around her waist, the other on her jaw, stroking with his thumb. "Say it, tell we what you're goin' to do."

Alison couldn't move her body under his hold, her eyes wide and scared at his sudden movement, yet another example of his strength against her. "Go on..." Scabior whispered roughly, "...I wanna 'ear it from your mouth, what are you gonna do?"

Alison moved her mouth under his grip, "I'm going..." She closed her eyes for a second, taking a breath, then opening them to look at Scabior "...to suck...your dick."

"Good girl." Scabior loosened his grip on her jaw and she shook her head free, "Now let's put those lips to the test eh?"

Alison made a move to step away but she suddenly felt his tongue in her mouth, soft, warm saliva, his stubble rough on her cheek..."What the hell are you doing!" Alison released her mouth and Scabior pulled it back again, "Warmin' up swee'eart." Before he bit into her bottom lip, his tongue movinG in...he'd moved down to he neck, and over to her ear. "You wanna know why I wan' you to suck my dick, Alison?" His mouth was at the tip of her ear, she could feel his breath, smell the light tobacco. She shook her head as she raised her arms, trying to push him away but he pulled her closer, her arms now under his coat.

"You're so innocent..." He bit her ear softly, "...this your firs' time doin' this eh?"

"I didn't agree to foreplay.." Alison said, ignoring his question.

Scabior moved her head so she was looking at him, "I can make this 'ard, or easy for you. Which one do you wan'?" By the looks of it he was dead serious and Alison slowly shook her head, "Easy."

Scabior smiled, "I though' so, so answer my question."

Alison nodded her head and Scabior let go of her quickly, "Get on the bed." Alison looked surprised but sat slowly on the edge of his bed. He took off his coat and threw it on the ground, making his way towards her. "We'll take it slow.." He took of his shirt, then his boots, Alison looked away. He sat down at the top of the bed and Alison looked over in apprehension,, glad to see he was still wearing pants. "Come 'ere." He muttered, beckoning Alison with his hands. "What, where?" She said, there was no where to go but on top of him.

"Damn it, I wouldn' 'ave to 'hurt you if you jus' did what I said..." Scabior grabbed her and sure enough pulled her onto his bare chest. She could feel his muscles below her as they lay stomach to stomach. "Now, jus' one thing. I wan' you to take off your top."

"What? No!" Alison pushed off him, disgusted at his boldness. "It'll get dirty." Scabior said and Alison stopped, "Oh."

She waited for him to say something and when he didn't she looked down at her top, lifting it over her head. Scabior's jaw tightened and he gave Alison such a look as she sat on top of him, in a bra and jeans. Alison knew she must be so red from blushing and she automatically went backwards when Scabior spoke, "An' the last thing, don' let me feel you're teeth."

"Oh. Right." Alison nodded, sitting her top beside her, shuffling backwards and Scabior unzipped his pants. Alison felt weak already, a familiar feeling rushing towards her, it was huge. "Scabior..." She whispered, willing herself to look at anything but it. "...i-its too big." Her eyes were stinging now, wasn't that what she had said? No way would that fit in her mouth, no way. Scabior pushed her hair behind her ears, shaking his head, "Take it slow." His voice was surprisingly soft and Alison nodded. She stood on her knees in between Scabior's legs, bwnt down. He placed his hand on the back of her head and softly pushed it down as Alison closed her eyes tight. "Good girl..." Scabior muttered as she started, there were tears on her face now. What a sight, such a beautiful yet unwilling girl now giving him just what he wanted.

His hand gripped her head tighter, the other on the edge of the bed, clinging the sheet with his fingers."Fuck yeah...fuck..." Scabior was saying and Alison kept going, Scabior's hand guiding her slowly to go deeper. She was crying now, it was so hard when all she wanted to do was jump off the bed. Her first time ever doing this. Scabior head rolled back in pleasure, then, suddenly, it was in her mouth. Gagging her, warm liquid down her throat. "Swallow it." Scabior said and Alison did as he said, some of it falling down her chest as she forced herself to swallow. She wiped her mouth and then her eyes. She was shaking.

"Go wash your mouth." Scabior said and Alison left the bed shakily and into his bathroom. She fiercely rinsed her mouth with water, then wiped her face and her chest with a wet cloth. Scabior stood up, zipping his pants back up and he followed Alison, "Was'n so bad eh?" He leant against the doorway.

Alison gave him a dirty look, "Could you pass me my top please."

"In a secon'..." Scabior stepped closer.

"You got what you wanted, now just let me go." Alison stepped backwards, glaring at him. "Jus' wan'ed to say thanks..." He looked down at her, his hands in his pockets, "...it was very good."

"Well thank you.." She crossed her arms, "..I'm so glad you enjoyed it."

"I did, you made me very 'ard."

"I was being sarcastic, Scabior." Alison muttered, "Can I have my top now please."

"You don' need a top." Scabior waved his hand. "Too hot for tops if you ask me."

Alison exhaled deeply, "It's flipping freezing."

"Maybe you're right', could be consider'in I can see your nipples through your bra."

Alison's mouth dropped into a small 'o' shape and she covered her breasts with her arms, "Scabior!"

"I don' mind." Scabior winked and he threw her her top. Alison grabbed it and turned around as she pulled it on. "Why'd you cry?" He asked from behind her. "It was very difficult, not to mention horrible and embarrassing and demeaning." Alison turned to him and he raised an eyebrow. "And now of you don't mind, I'd rather not be near you when your sperm is still in my throat."

Scabior smirked but sure enough stepped out of her way, "Did it taste good?"

Alison gave him a final disgusted look before she left the tent and he shouted after her, "Cause it sure felt good!"

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"What the fuck is this?"

Alison jumped at Scabior's voice from outside. She'd just made her bed in the spare tent and she walked towards the entrance in curiosity. It was early in the morning and sun shot through the crack in the entrance like a beam. "Wha'd you mean?" A familiar voice spoke and Alison peeked out the slit. She was right, it was Greyback who had spoken, the same snarling voice. He was backed up by some other familiar faces, Bowdon, Dwayne, Joshua...

They were standing in front of Scabior who was pointing down at someone else, who was on the ground. "I mean, why the fuck did you bring me back a pair of fucking girls?!

Alison stood on her tippy toes, raising her eyebrows at the sight of two girls on the ground. One of them looked about fifteen, her blonde hair in a ponytail and looked no shorter than petrified. The other was on her knees with Greyback's grip on her shoulder, staring at the forest floor.

"I like girls." Greyback replied and Scabior bared his teeth, "How many galleons will that get us then Greyback? Are the even witches, eh?"

"If you wanna know..." Greyback held his head up proudly, "...I got wands off the both of em. That one..." He pointed to the brunette,"... is a pure-blood. The other one is an 'alf blood. Both Ravenclaws out for a stroll in Hogsmeade."

Scabior looked down at the two girls, the blonde glanced up then back down again, looking as though she was going to collapse from fear. "But they're worth nothin'?" Scabior questioned and Greyback grinned. "I wouldn' say that now eh? You of all people should know, no girly is worth nothin' in the woods..." Greyback twirled the girls hair and she jerked away at his snarl.

Alison shuffled slightly in nervousness, a little help is what those girls needed. It made her feel so much better when she knew she wasnt alone. Alison stepped pit of the tent, immediately catching the eye of Greyback who grinned as he realised who it was, "You back eh? 'Ave a good time at the whore house?" Scabior looked over his shoulder at her and she caught his eye. Alison looked away after a moment down at the girls, "Won't you let them go?"

Greyback snorted loudly. Scabior raised an eyebrow, tilting his head as if to say, "What do you think."

"But you said so yourself! They're worthless." Alison said, the tiny speck of hope barely even there. "Then Greyback 'ere corrected me." Scabior replied and Greyback gave a growling sort of laugh. "Come on..." Alison stepped towards Scabior, pleading with her eyes, "...they're just girls."

Scabior looked away from her, "Put em in the spare tent for now." Alison stepped up to him as the other fumbled to get the girls away, others making their way around the tent as if arriving home after a long days work. "Let them go! Please! Its so horrible Scabior, its not fun for them-"

"No." Scabior said bluntly. Pushing her out of the way and grabbing a slice of bread, "Wan' some?"

"I-what? No!." Alison stumbled and she stepped back in front of him, "You'll scar them for life Scabior! And for what?!"

Scabior stopped, looking down at her, waiting for the answer.

"A moments worth of pleasure?" Alison sighed. Scabior shook his head as if he was expecting a better answer and walked off, chewing his bread.

"Just because you can't get any other girls doesn't mean you can just force them."

Scabior stopped walking and turned slowly on his heel, "I'll 'ave you know..." He pointed his bread at her, "..That girls 'ave a thing for snatchers like me, I'd coun' yourself lucky Beau'iful. Women are always willin'-"

Alison laughed and Scabior shrugged, "Well it didn' take long to convince you to suck me off did it?"

Alison glared at him, her smile vanished, "So that you wouldn't touch me again!"

Scabior smirked, "You never learn. You can' trust a snatcher..." Scabior walked towards her and smacked her behind, "Scabior!" Alison stepped away, glaring at him.

"If I wasn' allowed touch you why would I keep you 'ere? I can touch you whenever I wan' Alison." He walked away fully this time, leaving Alison stunned. She couldn't believe it, that lying arsehole! Alison shook her head in disbelief, how dare he. Alison looked over at the spare tent, narrowing her eyes. She was going to get those girls out of here, no way were the going to end up where she is now.