.:Shattered Elegence:.
.:Chapter Two:.
"Hey Dudley," greeted his gang as Dudley opened the door for them. A gang of six large and burly young boys at the age of sixteen, they were strong and could bully anyone they wish.
"So what are we doing?" asked Dudley's best mate, Timothy. Dudley shrugged. "I was thinking we can, I don't know, play on my computer or my new Play Station. What do you suggest?"
"Hey I know," another friend, Ryan said suddenly, "You know that cousin of yours..." All six of them sniggered. "Say, Dudley," another, Tim, said suddenly in a soft voice. The other five crowded in to listen. "We were talking just now. Our desires -" all of them snickered, "- are rather building up lately, and we were thinking of going clubbing later tonight. How dya say?" Dudley thought for a moment. Then suddenly a wicked, insane grin lit up in his eyes. "I've got a better idea..." he hissed. "Of course we can go tonight, but I thought that for an extra treat for all of us, this afternoon, right now, we can have a little before hand enjoyment..." He snickered again as his five friends looked at him, puzzled. He beckoned for them to lean in. "Ryan just mentioned that cousin of mine, right? Well..."
***
"Here he is," whispered Dudley as they came to the cupboard under the stairs. "He's in there. Very easy catch, if you ask me."
"So what's the plan?" asked Roach.
"I will open the door, I know how to do it without letting him know. Then Tim, Timothy, Roach and you, Bobs, will drag him, two holding his arms and two holding his legs, and you, Roach, will use that handkerchief to wrap around his mouth. Then we all go to my room and have our fun, alright? My dad won't mind, I just don't want the neighbours to cook up anything that's all. In fact, my dad would probably get me five more presents than usual my birthday because I did this."
"Will he fight back though?" asked Bobs curiously. Dudley smirked. "Can't. We've been beating him. Deserves it too. Hey, hang on a bit."
Dudley crept over to the cupboard, then lifted a latch, and peered through the small hole that showed. He smiled wickedly, let the latch fall back down, then crept back to his friends. "He's asleep," he told them. "All for the better. Right then, ready?" The other five nodded. "Come on..." They all stationed themselves in position as Dudley got ready. "Now, when I open the doors, remember to grab him straight away, alright? Three, two, one, here I go!"
The leader of the gang began to unlock all the locks quietly. When he came to the last one, he looked up at the appointed four. They nodded. Dudley nodded as well, then, pulling back...
PHWAM!
Harry jerked awake at the sound of his cupboard door being flung open, the bright light connecting with his eyes as he squinted to see what was happening. Four burly bodies bore down on him, each grabbing an arm and leg. He tried to yell, not that he really had the strength to do so, but just then a handkerchief was forced onto his mouth, muffling him. He tried to kick, but he was much too weak, and the arms were much too strong, and he could only glance and saw a glimpse of Dudley's face before he felt himself being dragged up the stairs.
All six of the gang were supressing sniggers and laughter as their captive was being hauled onto the bed in Dudley's second bedroom. Harry cowered into the bed, whimpering and trembling, as Roach and Tim went around, closing windows and curtains and doors. Dudley leaned in close to him, and, drawing his nail across Harry's cheek, hissed, "You are going to provide us some entertainment tonight."
And with that, all six boys lunged at him, ripping off clothes off the defenseless boy.
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Poor Harry... *sniffle*... in case you don't know, his most abused experience now is being r-a-p-e-d. Not that I find any special delight in such stuff, but I just want to give the impression that Harry is being REALLY abused and used here. Please review!! ^^
.:Chapter Two:.
"Hey Dudley," greeted his gang as Dudley opened the door for them. A gang of six large and burly young boys at the age of sixteen, they were strong and could bully anyone they wish.
"So what are we doing?" asked Dudley's best mate, Timothy. Dudley shrugged. "I was thinking we can, I don't know, play on my computer or my new Play Station. What do you suggest?"
"Hey I know," another friend, Ryan said suddenly, "You know that cousin of yours..." All six of them sniggered. "Say, Dudley," another, Tim, said suddenly in a soft voice. The other five crowded in to listen. "We were talking just now. Our desires -" all of them snickered, "- are rather building up lately, and we were thinking of going clubbing later tonight. How dya say?" Dudley thought for a moment. Then suddenly a wicked, insane grin lit up in his eyes. "I've got a better idea..." he hissed. "Of course we can go tonight, but I thought that for an extra treat for all of us, this afternoon, right now, we can have a little before hand enjoyment..." He snickered again as his five friends looked at him, puzzled. He beckoned for them to lean in. "Ryan just mentioned that cousin of mine, right? Well..."
***
"Here he is," whispered Dudley as they came to the cupboard under the stairs. "He's in there. Very easy catch, if you ask me."
"So what's the plan?" asked Roach.
"I will open the door, I know how to do it without letting him know. Then Tim, Timothy, Roach and you, Bobs, will drag him, two holding his arms and two holding his legs, and you, Roach, will use that handkerchief to wrap around his mouth. Then we all go to my room and have our fun, alright? My dad won't mind, I just don't want the neighbours to cook up anything that's all. In fact, my dad would probably get me five more presents than usual my birthday because I did this."
"Will he fight back though?" asked Bobs curiously. Dudley smirked. "Can't. We've been beating him. Deserves it too. Hey, hang on a bit."
Dudley crept over to the cupboard, then lifted a latch, and peered through the small hole that showed. He smiled wickedly, let the latch fall back down, then crept back to his friends. "He's asleep," he told them. "All for the better. Right then, ready?" The other five nodded. "Come on..." They all stationed themselves in position as Dudley got ready. "Now, when I open the doors, remember to grab him straight away, alright? Three, two, one, here I go!"
The leader of the gang began to unlock all the locks quietly. When he came to the last one, he looked up at the appointed four. They nodded. Dudley nodded as well, then, pulling back...
PHWAM!
Harry jerked awake at the sound of his cupboard door being flung open, the bright light connecting with his eyes as he squinted to see what was happening. Four burly bodies bore down on him, each grabbing an arm and leg. He tried to yell, not that he really had the strength to do so, but just then a handkerchief was forced onto his mouth, muffling him. He tried to kick, but he was much too weak, and the arms were much too strong, and he could only glance and saw a glimpse of Dudley's face before he felt himself being dragged up the stairs.
All six of the gang were supressing sniggers and laughter as their captive was being hauled onto the bed in Dudley's second bedroom. Harry cowered into the bed, whimpering and trembling, as Roach and Tim went around, closing windows and curtains and doors. Dudley leaned in close to him, and, drawing his nail across Harry's cheek, hissed, "You are going to provide us some entertainment tonight."
And with that, all six boys lunged at him, ripping off clothes off the defenseless boy.
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Poor Harry... *sniffle*... in case you don't know, his most abused experience now is being r-a-p-e-d. Not that I find any special delight in such stuff, but I just want to give the impression that Harry is being REALLY abused and used here. Please review!! ^^