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AN: This is a dark short fic. Mentions of brainwash, incest, abuse, rape - a lot of NON-CON. Please don't read it, if you are very sensitive. I don't think it is really good, but I thought I'd post it... Don't flame me - I don't take it seriously...
He and them are my Masters.
Everybody things them kind, nice, light.
They are.
They are almost.
Only one fact is hidden.
None of the other's.
Be it friends, colleagues or our professors.
Know it.
Our Father says that they would'nt understand.
I think they wouldn't.
How can they?.
They wouldn't even want to....
The believes he taught my brothers .
Tolerance, kindness, always do the right thing....
and the hidden secret lections he gave them....
...about the place of a woman as a slave of men.
Who, please tell me, would believe me?.
Who would believe me, that I never spend time alone in my bed after my 16th birthday?.
That he taught me - trained me - to give and to accept pleasure.
That he taught me to draw pleasure out of pain, .
To crave his dominance, his power of me, over my body and my soul,.
His manipulations, .
His brainwash,.
And then - them.
My brothers.
...first Bill, only Bill for almost one year.
then Charly.
and Percy.
later Fred, together with George.
Ron ....
To the world I am the spoilt youngest child of a large family.
Protected, Loved....
I am....
But nobody safes me from the demanding touches of my brothers and my father at night.
Even in Hogwarts I spent my time with Ron, who, as a head boy, has his own dorm.
And they visit us....
I wonder if Dumbledore knows..
One day I caught him looking at me, when Ron called for me .
and asked me to don't forget to our appointment..
An appointment in his bed..
And the old Headmaster seemed to have tears in his eyes..
But maybe I'm imagining things..
Maybe I'll have to bear this golden cage, .
this enslavement out of chains of smooth voices and soft cushions, .
hugs and gentleness, .
demanding touches .
and possessive encounters .
for the rest of my life..
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