As if nothing made sense, my heart was beating fast. And the burning heat in my chest did not fade. I was still standing at his door, not knowing what to do or what to think. I was not really thinking about anything, I was totally blank and with my heart in my fist. I breathed with difficulty, time was running out and I had to decide if I wanted to leave or go back in for an explanation ... I wanted to go in, but for another kiss ... no, no, no! But what was wrong with me, had I lost my mind? He was a horrible and despicable being, how could I want to get in there for him to ... kiss me? I am a degenerate. I am a pervert. I am, I am ... A liar, I deceive myself, as I knew I would. I was fooling myself for a long time. I liked that kiss, very much. And I wanted another one, right away.

I gathered the strength of weakness and commanded my thighs to stop shaking. I breathed deeply and slowly, again I was going to see his wolf's jaws but now I wanted him to devour me completely. I took the cold knob in my left hand and opened the door without knocking. I was burning to want to kiss him again. What a horrible wish ... Professor Snape turned to look at me standing in front of his door and this time I could see what he was hiding in his hands. It was a huge knife with a blade as curved as his nose, as gleaming as a flash. The spiral handle was elegantly decorated with detailed white and silver accents. But whatever it was, that object in his hands gave me chills. I looked at him without saying anything but with many questions about to fly. He lost the calm that he had so faithfully grasped minutes before. He took hold of the knife and addressed me threateningly, I took a few steps back when I saw him coming. But there was no way out, he grabbed me by the neck with his spare hand making minimal use of his strength. I'd like to think that he didn't want to hurt me. As my hands sought his to draw the air into my lungs, I fought desperately.

—I warned you to go, Elinor ... —he said looking into my eyes, but I didn't see anything in him that I had seen before when I came. He was someone else and I think he was going to really hurt me. Nobody lived in his eyes now.

—Please ... I need to breathe ... Severus —I said breathlessly.

At that moment he reduced the force he was projecting onto my neck with his large marble hand that was taking my breath away. Yet he was still holding my neck and pointing his knife at my chest.

—Say it again. —he said, still looking at me without blinking.

—W-What? Say what? —I replied, confused.

Luckily he stopped squeezing me and brought his lips to my ear. I could feel my heart racing uncontrollably. I don't know how but he managed to remove my tunic and put the uniform in front of him. He held the gleaming knife even closer to my restless, ringing chest. He ripped my gray sweater down the center of it making the edge of it rub mischievously against my sternum. Was he going to kill me?

—Say my name again ... —he demanded

—Why? ... —I asked, suspicious but ecstatic by his closeness. Her hand was no longer clutching me and it made my chest burn, a pleasant incandescent flame.

—Elinor ... you smell deliciously vanilla.

My cheeks burned again. I didn't expect that in this violent situation. Why was he humiliating me again? Why was he playing with me? Did he want to drive me crazy? At that moment he licked the outer edge of my ear giving me a small chill, and my mouth was panting for him. He continued his fiery game, this time thrusting his tongue into my ear, moving it in endless wet twists. The excitement was imminent.

—Enough ... Hmm ... Severus.

But it was worse, Professor Snape went crazy when he heard his name. He grabbed me tighter by the neck causing me to have to push him unsuccessfully to let me breathe. His ear licking became violent and rough, now more than licking me he bit me with lust and a desire to possess me. I was still his helpless toy and he stopped again, saying nothing. He released me and took a few steps away. He looked at me full of excitement, and at the same time I saw my own reflected in his black eyes. Desire. He approached me with unusual speed and grabbed my hair, bringing me to my knees. I couldn't believe this was happening. He was really hurting me.

—I'm going to confess something to you, Rosenberg, and I hope you keep it a secret. —he said, passing the blade of the knife over my flushed cheek. —I accepted your absurd proposition only because you are the living portrait of your sister Isobel. Do you understand?

I was stunned. To Professor Snape, who had been the one who had helped me with this and who had punished us many times, for whom now my heart was beating of its own free will ... Did he like my hateful sister? And what was he left for me? ... His despise and his disgust. I wanted to die, now if I had been hurt in the depths of my withered heart. Professor Snape yanked on my hair causing me to force myself up between gasps of pain. He dragged me to the other part of the room where he dropped me onto his desk. My chest was crushed on the wood. I tried to get up with force with my elbows but it was useless as he had a hand placed on my back.

—Professor Snape, leave me! —I screamed desperately. —Let me go!

—You should have left when I warned you ... now watch out for the consequences Rosenberg.

He ended up ripping all the gray knit sweater I was wearing. The edge of the blade crossed my delicate back, shattering even the white cotton blouse. I felt his hand caressing my bare skin, the pressure exerted by his hand was too intense, but that was not the worst. Professor Snape lifted my gray board skirt and left my underwear visible. But I wish it had gotten there, I sure would have been grateful if he had stopped there, it was not like that. I was going to remember today for the rest of my painful days. Snape took off my panties, cut it directly at one end of the leg and I was breech to my potions teacher exposing my entire female body.

—Professor Snape, please have mercy please ... I beg you!

I didn't even scream, I just cried and moaned. I was panting between tears, this was the most humiliating thing anyone had ever done to me. I didn't care if I had to go naked, I just wanted him to let me go. But he didn't listen to me. He leaned in until he reached my right buttock and left a lick on it. Then he took the rest of my sweater and tied my hands behind my back so that I couldn't defend myself or get up from that awkward posture.

—I´m sorry Miss Rosenberg ... but I have to punish your disobedience. —he said, tightly squeezing my buttock with his hand.

And then the worst thing I could have ever imagined happened.

I felt a cold stab in my right buttock that turned into a sharp, intense hot pain that burned uncontrollably. My body was twisting in pain. I screamed so loud I must have been heard in the Slytherin common room. Professor Snape put his heart and ring fingers in my mouth to shut me up, but from the pain that pang caused me, I bit them furiously. I felt something hot slide down my leg very fast. Tears ran down my hot cheeks, like a wave of boundless pain. Now I really regretted not leaving.

Snape grabbed a piece of my sweater and tied it around my hip, slipping it under my leg, causing my right buttock to be covered, but it still hurt like ... as if that knife had stuck me ... I cried in silence, enduring the urge to kill him because I knew it would be useless. He put the robe back on me and stood me up, I was very dizzy and smelled a lot of rust. And that's when I saw the blood on the ground. Then I think I passed out and I don't know how I ended up laying on my bed with a clean bandage on and my pajamas on. It was quite late, classes were over but I could still get to the library if I hurried and to have dinner of course. As I tried to get up, I felt the sharp pain again. Now I understood why he left me with my pajamas on, I couldn't get up. And much less going up stairs ...

I did my best anyway and got to my feet. I had to see what that bastard had done to me. I shuffled into the bathroom and pressed against the wall, each step a painful stab to the wounded buttock. I closed with a latch and took off the bottom of my pajamas, there were my underwear and the bandage underneath. He had also seen me naked from the front ... he's a fucking son of a bitch. I lowered my panties and looked at the bandage, afraid to take it off. But I did, slide the white bandage off it completely and turn around in the mirror. Professor Snape ... had wrecked my skin, leaving it bloody with scratches. He was a bloodthirsty, torturer and wicked man, he was worthless ... and I liked him without wanting to. This was my punishment for wanting what I shouldn't have, a mark would remind me of it for life, but this wasn't going to stay that way, Severus. I promise you, no.

May you die Severus Snape, may you die in the most horrible way ...