Chapter 2: The Flood
Sometime during the night she fell asleep. When she woke up, she felt a pain in her chest, where her father kicked her. She hoped that another rib didn't crack. She lied there, looking at the ceiling, only three more days. Only three more days until school starts. Harry and Ron would be at Diagon Ally. Knowing that her father would never let her go to Diagon Ally, Hermione told Harry and Ron to get her stuff for her. She lied there for about an hour, thinking about Harry, Ron, school, but most of all, where her father was. She was afraid to get out of bed. She did know if she could get up. Finally, she went into the restroom and sat on the toilet. Just as she did, she heard her father. Instantly, she started to pee. But too late, the second she pulled up her pants, her father came storming in the bathroom.
"You! I don't think you learned your lesson, did you?"
"I did, sir, I did. Please.not again.please."
"Not what? You get over here!" And with that, he walked over and held her by her long, soft, golden hair. She could smell that he was still drunk.
"Please.I."
"You what? You little bitch." He dragged her across the hall by her hair and down the basement. Grabbing her hair in one hand, he turned on the dim lights with his other hand.
The basement was completely empty and smelled of old wood. It was cold; the floor was completely cemented. The only light was from the little light bulb right next to the door. Her father ruthlessly threw her onto the floor. She crawled to the corner and crumble into a ball. He walked over and grabbed her hands and took the handcuffs and cuffed her wounded wrist to the pipe in the middle of the room, on the floor and did the same to her legs so that she was lying, freezing in the middle of the room. Without saying a word, he climbed out of the basement and before he closed the door, he crashed the little light bulb, letting no light survive in the basement.
Hermione lied on the floor, cold and uncomfortable. She hated this, she rather have her father beat her because when she's alone, she thinks, and she hated thinking. She thinks about her past.and what she could have been. She could have been beautiful and the envy of any girl. But instead, her figure was ruin by her eating disorder. Her skin abused by her cutting and her father's beating, her mind corrupted by what she's been through. She had a beautiful figure. Her chest was full, her curves grown out, but that was before she started to throw up every little thing she ate. Now, she had dark, straight hair. She was as skinny as a toothpick and her eyes were wide with fear and pain.
Thinking, she cried freely. She felt violated every time her skin touched the freezing cold cement. She wanted to see light, to see hope.
*** After being locked up for two days with only one meal a day, if you call a glass of water and a small grip of bread a meal, and no bathroom breaks, Hermione is getting anxious and scared. How will she get back to Hogwarts? She desperately wanted a change of clothes and see real light. One more day. She had one more day.tomorrow morning, at eleven o'clock sharp, the Hogwarts Express will be leaving, no matter if she's on it or not.
Suddenly, the door opened. Having not to hear her father's violence for two whole days, she was beginning to think that he was sober, but.
The man stumbled down the stairs with something in his hand, the weapon that Hermione hate most, the whip. She winced as she saw her father flexing his hand. She started to struggle, but the handcuffs just dug into her wrists and ankles.
"Please father.I haven't done anything, please."
The man said nothing and took a small key out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs, and as he did so, he kicked his daughter in the head and Hermione knocked instantly unconscious from the lack of food, water, air, everything. The next second she knew, she was tied by the hand on a high pipe in the middle of the room, so that she has to tiptoe to prevent from hanging. But that was not what brought her into consciousness. She was completely naked except for her black bra and black panties, and she felt a sharp pain in her right thigh. She opened her eyes to see her father raise his whip to lash down on her again. He repeated this over and over and over and over.pain flooded her body. After at least thirty minutes of the torture, the pipe broke, bringing Hermione to the ground. She was too weak to keep herself up. Water pour down on her from the pipe, cold water. Her father saw this and took his whip and walked slowly back up the stairs, closed the door and clicked the door lock. Hermione lied there, waiting for the water to stop coming but it didn't. The blood from her wounds spread in the water. She started to shiver. Looking around, she couldn't find her clothes. The water started to rise; she had to get up before the water drowns her. The water started to pour down harder and colder. He turned up the cold water, that bastard. She had to get up. With her last strength she tried to sit up but she couldn't. She slowly crawled to the corner of the room and used the walls as support to help her sit up. With her knees to her head, she fell unconscious again, only this time, the water is rising and she needed to get up.
Sometime during the night she fell asleep. When she woke up, she felt a pain in her chest, where her father kicked her. She hoped that another rib didn't crack. She lied there, looking at the ceiling, only three more days. Only three more days until school starts. Harry and Ron would be at Diagon Ally. Knowing that her father would never let her go to Diagon Ally, Hermione told Harry and Ron to get her stuff for her. She lied there for about an hour, thinking about Harry, Ron, school, but most of all, where her father was. She was afraid to get out of bed. She did know if she could get up. Finally, she went into the restroom and sat on the toilet. Just as she did, she heard her father. Instantly, she started to pee. But too late, the second she pulled up her pants, her father came storming in the bathroom.
"You! I don't think you learned your lesson, did you?"
"I did, sir, I did. Please.not again.please."
"Not what? You get over here!" And with that, he walked over and held her by her long, soft, golden hair. She could smell that he was still drunk.
"Please.I."
"You what? You little bitch." He dragged her across the hall by her hair and down the basement. Grabbing her hair in one hand, he turned on the dim lights with his other hand.
The basement was completely empty and smelled of old wood. It was cold; the floor was completely cemented. The only light was from the little light bulb right next to the door. Her father ruthlessly threw her onto the floor. She crawled to the corner and crumble into a ball. He walked over and grabbed her hands and took the handcuffs and cuffed her wounded wrist to the pipe in the middle of the room, on the floor and did the same to her legs so that she was lying, freezing in the middle of the room. Without saying a word, he climbed out of the basement and before he closed the door, he crashed the little light bulb, letting no light survive in the basement.
Hermione lied on the floor, cold and uncomfortable. She hated this, she rather have her father beat her because when she's alone, she thinks, and she hated thinking. She thinks about her past.and what she could have been. She could have been beautiful and the envy of any girl. But instead, her figure was ruin by her eating disorder. Her skin abused by her cutting and her father's beating, her mind corrupted by what she's been through. She had a beautiful figure. Her chest was full, her curves grown out, but that was before she started to throw up every little thing she ate. Now, she had dark, straight hair. She was as skinny as a toothpick and her eyes were wide with fear and pain.
Thinking, she cried freely. She felt violated every time her skin touched the freezing cold cement. She wanted to see light, to see hope.
*** After being locked up for two days with only one meal a day, if you call a glass of water and a small grip of bread a meal, and no bathroom breaks, Hermione is getting anxious and scared. How will she get back to Hogwarts? She desperately wanted a change of clothes and see real light. One more day. She had one more day.tomorrow morning, at eleven o'clock sharp, the Hogwarts Express will be leaving, no matter if she's on it or not.
Suddenly, the door opened. Having not to hear her father's violence for two whole days, she was beginning to think that he was sober, but.
The man stumbled down the stairs with something in his hand, the weapon that Hermione hate most, the whip. She winced as she saw her father flexing his hand. She started to struggle, but the handcuffs just dug into her wrists and ankles.
"Please father.I haven't done anything, please."
The man said nothing and took a small key out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs, and as he did so, he kicked his daughter in the head and Hermione knocked instantly unconscious from the lack of food, water, air, everything. The next second she knew, she was tied by the hand on a high pipe in the middle of the room, so that she has to tiptoe to prevent from hanging. But that was not what brought her into consciousness. She was completely naked except for her black bra and black panties, and she felt a sharp pain in her right thigh. She opened her eyes to see her father raise his whip to lash down on her again. He repeated this over and over and over and over.pain flooded her body. After at least thirty minutes of the torture, the pipe broke, bringing Hermione to the ground. She was too weak to keep herself up. Water pour down on her from the pipe, cold water. Her father saw this and took his whip and walked slowly back up the stairs, closed the door and clicked the door lock. Hermione lied there, waiting for the water to stop coming but it didn't. The blood from her wounds spread in the water. She started to shiver. Looking around, she couldn't find her clothes. The water started to rise; she had to get up before the water drowns her. The water started to pour down harder and colder. He turned up the cold water, that bastard. She had to get up. With her last strength she tried to sit up but she couldn't. She slowly crawled to the corner of the room and used the walls as support to help her sit up. With her knees to her head, she fell unconscious again, only this time, the water is rising and she needed to get up.