OMG! Thank you guys so much! Most of you wanted me to continue with my
story so I'll continue. But first . . .
DISCLAIMER: yea . . . so that serpent thing.just imagine its not there, or better yet, spiffitiffi thought of it first.
Ok and sorry to those who wanted me to do the other ending. And people who read the other story by spiffitiffi, could you tell me what her story is called? I wanna know how much like mine it is. THANX
Chapter 9: Consequences
"MALFOY! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?"
"I didn't DO anything to her. If I did something, then why would I call a teacher? Open your brain weasel."
"I don't care what you say, you're involved and if I don't find Hermione back safe and sound then you got hell to pay."
Coolly, Ron walked quickly away.
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Please let it be a nightmare. Please! This can't be happening . . . again!
Hermione was once again chained to that table, once again naked, once again afraid. A drift of wind swept pass and she heard his voice.
"Mindy, Mindy, Mindy, I told you not to tell anyone. Did that hurt?"
Recalling that incident, Hermione shivered at the memory of that pain. That was last thing, last pain, she remembered. She remembered her skin burning until she lost her senses and passed out, and all this happened within seconds.
"And I told you I'll have to punish you, didn't I? Now I have this prepared . . ."
Hermione didn't want it again. She knew he was going to rape her again. But harder, and longer. A single drop of tear rolled down her cheek.
Clint slowly walked to her pressed his hand hard on her chest, right where the tattoo is. She felt another sudden pain run through her veins. She screamed. It didn't end. She screamed in agony until she lost all her energy. Clint saw that she was dying down and took the chance to slap her across the face, but did take his hands off her. Hermione felt numb.
"Please, why are you doing this? To me?"
"I don't do this to you? You father does this to you, I'm just continuing his work."
With that, he took out a whip from his pocket. She saw it out of the corner of her eyes and winced.
"No! please! No!"
He advanced toward her and took his first whip on her. She tried to move away from the whip but the whip always finds her. She would have screamed, but she couldn't find the energy to do it, so instead she cried. His weapon lashed down on her again and again. Her almost healing wound came back to the surface, covering her desirable body with hideous cuts.
And as quick as it came, the whip disappeared. But even quicker was Clint entering himself into her. The suddenness that it came made her make an attempt to scream, turning to a gasp. And so she lied there, feeling him going harder and faster. She put out a few moans when it got too intense. She felt lost. She wanted to die, now . . .
She lost her consciousness sometime in the night, while he was still at it. She woke up still there, still naked. And when she started to move, he spoke.
"Since today is a weekend, I think I'll keep you here. But more importantly, who did you tell? ANSWER ME NOW!" His presence turned quickly into pain. After a few second of silence, he stepped forward and pressed his hands on her chest once more. This time, she found her voice and shouted in pain.
"Who? Who?"
"I-didn't-"
"Yes you did! Who was it."
Not being able to stand it anymore, "D-Malf-"
"Malfoy eh? Fellow Slytherin. That's great, I dunno why you told him, he's on my side." He laughed out loud.
"Please-your hand-"
"You like this eh?" She shook her head but he did care. He pressed his hand down even harder and quickly took off his robes and engaged himself in raping her once more.
DISCLAIMER: yea . . . so that serpent thing.just imagine its not there, or better yet, spiffitiffi thought of it first.
Ok and sorry to those who wanted me to do the other ending. And people who read the other story by spiffitiffi, could you tell me what her story is called? I wanna know how much like mine it is. THANX
Chapter 9: Consequences
"MALFOY! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?"
"I didn't DO anything to her. If I did something, then why would I call a teacher? Open your brain weasel."
"I don't care what you say, you're involved and if I don't find Hermione back safe and sound then you got hell to pay."
Coolly, Ron walked quickly away.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Please let it be a nightmare. Please! This can't be happening . . . again!
Hermione was once again chained to that table, once again naked, once again afraid. A drift of wind swept pass and she heard his voice.
"Mindy, Mindy, Mindy, I told you not to tell anyone. Did that hurt?"
Recalling that incident, Hermione shivered at the memory of that pain. That was last thing, last pain, she remembered. She remembered her skin burning until she lost her senses and passed out, and all this happened within seconds.
"And I told you I'll have to punish you, didn't I? Now I have this prepared . . ."
Hermione didn't want it again. She knew he was going to rape her again. But harder, and longer. A single drop of tear rolled down her cheek.
Clint slowly walked to her pressed his hand hard on her chest, right where the tattoo is. She felt another sudden pain run through her veins. She screamed. It didn't end. She screamed in agony until she lost all her energy. Clint saw that she was dying down and took the chance to slap her across the face, but did take his hands off her. Hermione felt numb.
"Please, why are you doing this? To me?"
"I don't do this to you? You father does this to you, I'm just continuing his work."
With that, he took out a whip from his pocket. She saw it out of the corner of her eyes and winced.
"No! please! No!"
He advanced toward her and took his first whip on her. She tried to move away from the whip but the whip always finds her. She would have screamed, but she couldn't find the energy to do it, so instead she cried. His weapon lashed down on her again and again. Her almost healing wound came back to the surface, covering her desirable body with hideous cuts.
And as quick as it came, the whip disappeared. But even quicker was Clint entering himself into her. The suddenness that it came made her make an attempt to scream, turning to a gasp. And so she lied there, feeling him going harder and faster. She put out a few moans when it got too intense. She felt lost. She wanted to die, now . . .
She lost her consciousness sometime in the night, while he was still at it. She woke up still there, still naked. And when she started to move, he spoke.
"Since today is a weekend, I think I'll keep you here. But more importantly, who did you tell? ANSWER ME NOW!" His presence turned quickly into pain. After a few second of silence, he stepped forward and pressed his hands on her chest once more. This time, she found her voice and shouted in pain.
"Who? Who?"
"I-didn't-"
"Yes you did! Who was it."
Not being able to stand it anymore, "D-Malf-"
"Malfoy eh? Fellow Slytherin. That's great, I dunno why you told him, he's on my side." He laughed out loud.
"Please-your hand-"
"You like this eh?" She shook her head but he did care. He pressed his hand down even harder and quickly took off his robes and engaged himself in raping her once more.