Earth Plates
By Written Promises
Chapter Two - Rustling Leaves
A/N: Let me just start off by saying this and following chapters will be rated R. This is the starting point where Hermione gets raped. I hate to ruin it for you, but this is a warning. Things will get graphic and if you can't handle it, please don't read this.
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"I'm out for the night," Hermione peeked her head into Mr. Murdnell's office. Harrison Murdnell was a portly, balding man in his late forties - single and a workaholic. Hermione respected him; he certainly made a name for himself, but she felt also a twinge of pity. Such a successful man, with no one to share it with.
Not like I can say much for myself, Hermione thought. I work for a man whom I'm just like. Successful business life, but relationships not existent. "Mr. Murdnell?" Hermione asked again. He was slouched over his desk, writing furiously over a very important document. "Oh, goodnight, Miss Granger." He nodded. Hermione noticed an almost empty bottle of vodka by the windowsill.
"Mr. Murdnell -?" Hermione spun around, her beige jacket swinging with her. "I may be late tomorrow. I need to visit the bank before work, and they don't open until 8 am." Mr. Murdnell looked up, rubbing his temples furiously. "Yes, that will be fine."
It was already dark outside, even though it was only six thirty. Winters, anywhere, made the nighttide a looming and creepy place. Hermione hated the wintertime. It was so cold and lonely. Her boots clenched her ankles tightly as she walked through the snow stained streets. Her rubbed her gloved hands together briskly.
Hermione took her long hair, which she had recently dyed a honey brown and flipped it over her shoulder. She could see her own breath in the form of steam. "I wish I had a car," She groaned to herself. She hated taking the bus and waiting at the terminals, but it was her only source of transportation.
She crossed the path to make her journey shorter. The wind blew stronger, and her scarf flew about. The sky went from a deep blue to an off black. Hermione shivered. "Need a ride?" Someone's eerie voiced jumped out.
Hermione couldn't see the face, but it was definitely a male's. The car (seemed to be) a deep green and it was an SUV. Hermione had a feeling that she knew this person. "No, I'm okay, thanks," She stammered. She inched closer to the terminal on the sidewalk, but yet, so did the car.
"Believe me. It'd be my pleasure." The voice stuck his hand out of the window to caress Hermione's. Hermione shuddered and pulled away. "Please leave me alone." Her voice shook, but she prayed that it would remain firm. I don't want to die, she thought.
The alarm in the car went off suddenly, and its shrill piercing sound made Hermione's ears perk. She backed up against a door. And, suddenly, as fast as the sound came, it stopped. Then there was eerie silence; like she was the only one on the street. She could only hear the vulnerable sound of rustled leaves.
She was afraid to close her eyes; for fear she might never open them. She was afraid to move; for fear her limbs were permanently incapable of moving. She took a cautious step forward. Her heel made a click sound. She didn't speak, but she could see the only thing for miles around - her breath.
"GOTCHA!" Suddenly, she felt two strong hands on her waist pull her aside. As she started to scream, one hand covered her mouth. She kicked and squirmed, but her legs were held together as she was dragged away.
"Let me go," She muffled through the hand. The man applied too much pressure and her body went limp. Hermione closed her eyes tight. This is all a nightmare, it's a nightmare.. Before I know it, I'll be waking up to my alarm in my bed in my nightclothes. She opened her eyes, only to see the consuming darkness.
Hermione could sense light far away. She strained her cinnamon eyes to look for it - it could be the thing that saved her. It never came.
Before she knew it, she was released from the death grip. She was let go. As soon as she was steady on her feet, she tried to run, but her hair was pulled back into the pathetic stature that made her a victim. "Where do you think you're going?" The voice sneered. The voice reeked of vodka.
"Please," Hermione's voice trembled. "Please don't do this to me. My name is Hermione Granger, born September 19th, 1980. I'm only twenty-two years old. I work for a lawyer. I have three credit cards in my purse, and fifty-six dollars in cash. I'll give you what you want."
He let go of her hair and pushed her down. He set her against a cold hard wall and spread her legs partly. She was still fully clothed, and she thanked God for that. The man sat down and straddled her. His face was inches away from hers, but she still couldn't see him.
"You don't seem to understand, Hermione," He spat out her name. "I'm getting what I want. And what I want is you." Hermione began to cry. "Please, don't do this to me. I'll give you all my money - I'll buy you food if you're hungry. If you want I could even get you --"
"Shut up, Bitch!" The voice slapped her across the face. "Just shut up before I kill you. That will be the least painful." Hermione grimaced. Her cheek stung. The tears made it no better. "Please," She cried. "I'm a virgin." That wasn't true, but maybe if he thought it was, he'd reconsider.
"Bullshit," He spat. He grabbed her breasts. Hermione cried. "Why are you doing this?" He took her fact in his hands. "You don't get it, do you bitch? I have a gun in my bag, and I am not afraid to use it. So shut up or you will get killed."
"Please, kill me!" Hermione screamed. "It's much better than being raped. Please don't rape Me.." He snickered. "I'm not going to rape you, Hermione. That was your name, wasn't it?"
She nodded.
"They say 'you can't rape the willing.' And I'm not. Because you're willing, aren't you Hermione?" She shook her head. He slapped her again. He took his leg, lifted it over her pelvis and kicked her in the chest. Hermione groaned in pain. "Are you willing, bitch?" She shook her head no again.
"Tell me that I am your master," He ordered.
"No," She cried, touching the blood that flow from her mouth. "Say it Bitch, or there is more where that came from," He growled. Hermione took a deep breath, just to make sure she could breathe. "You're my master.." She mumbled.
"Louder!"
"You're my master!" She shouted.
"You stupid whore," He spat. He pushed her down to the floor and manipulated every part of her body. He claimed her mouth when he kissed her forcefully and pushed his tongue. He claimed her breasts when he grabbed them and pulled them and tongued them. "Having fun?" He asked, ripping off her pants.
"Please stop," She moaned. Her chest was bare in a cold warehouse; she was freezing and degraded and humiliated. He pinched her nipples. "Stop? I've only just started," He pouted.
Her legs were bare too. The only clothing she had on was her thin underwear. He peeled it off, leaving her completely naked. She cried silent and hard. "Please," She begged. "Don't." He shoved his hand between her legs and pushed it. She shivered.
He looked over her naked body. Her hair was matted down with blood, and she tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but it did no good. He already made his mark on them.
He took his hand off, and took off his own clothes. "Here's where it gets interesting," He mumbled. He, naked now also, hovered over her. "Open your eyes, girl," He said. "I want you to watch me."
He spread her legs as far as he could and shoved himself inside her. Even though not a virgin, Hermione screamed. He thrusted so hard she thought she would break. He thrusted fast and hard, in and out, with a rhythm.. As he started going at a regular pace, Hermione felt herself unclench and just let it do what it did. It wouldn't hurt as much, she reasoned.
He started panting as he got closer to his own needs. He pounded in and out inside of her and watched her face as he did. She had a look of terror upon her face. He pulled out, and saw relief wash over her. "Take it," He ordered.
"What?"
"Take it."
Hermione grabbed his member, and started to cry. He took it from her and pushed her back down. He heard her groan and she fell back. He thrusted inside her again, once more, only this time, it was the hardest one and he did it faster then before. He began to pant harder and faster and he grabbed her nipples to keep him in place.
He finally came, and he groaned long and hard as he did. He collapsed inside of Hermione and held onto her breast, not pulling out. He sucked on her nipple for a bit, and then blew in her ear.
He finally got up and started putting back his clothes. He handed her a big tee shirt and old jeans. "Put these on," He said. She got up, her legs very wobbly. She put on the clothes and took her boots.
"You can go," He said.
As she was about to leave, he grabbed her wrist. "Don't I get a kiss goodbye?" He leaned her up against the wall and forcefully kissed her again.
As Hermione left the warehouse, the moon shone down on both of them, and Hermione saw who her rapist was for the very first time.
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A/N the Second: Oh my god .. I cannot believe I just wrote that. I cried while doing so, I put so much heart into this. Please, I ask you, if you do not review any other chapter, please review this one. I know I will get reviews saying, "Oh my god! You're sick! She can't get raped!" But what can you do? I just need as much feedback as possible on this.
Disclaimer: I still do not own nothing.