This fic is going to R. The muse has ordered it. Deal.
Warning: This chapter has some detailing of a rape. Don't read if it will offend you.
Also: Bonus to anyone who guess who this couple is.
He was fighting... He wanted out. He was helpless and watched in horror as his body entered, shattering the muggle's virginity. Inside he retched, hearing her screams. His grief fought to the surface and tears splashed down onto the poor girl's face. She screamed, trying to struggle. The order under the Imperious couldn't let that happen and he smacked her. She stopped struggling, laying there sobbing. Finally his body was spent and he collapsed on top of her.
Feminine laughter echoed through the air as she watched the show. Her cold blonde and blue-eyed surface portraying her icy satisfaction. He needed to be punished. Almost sending that owl to Dumbledore. He lie there, unable to say the words she felt him struggling to say. He had managed to cry and that was too much. "Kill her."
He shook inside. He may have been prejudiced in his youth, but not enough to kill and rape. It was her using his body as a sick tool. She had been since 5th year. The Imperious moved his body and he pulled out of her with a sick pop. His wand hand rose as he stood, and he choked on the words even as it forced him to say them. "Advada Kedavara." Green light flashed brilliantly, and he closed his eyes as the muggle fell dead.
"Very good..." She stepped over the muggle body, kicking it scornfully. "But you're still fighting... you know you can't break through... your line is weak when it comes to the Unforgivables." She smacked him harshly. He stared, his silver eyes empty. "Don't try it again! I'll make it worse..." She cupped the side of his face and kissed him. "Now go to your rooms like a good little boy."
He bent down, retrieving his clothes and dressing quickly before making his way to the door. He could be alone now. He wouldn't have to see her.
"Oh... and darling... tell me how much you love me..." She drawled as she sat behind the desk.
He gagged, but chose not to resist this time. "I love you." He fled, needing to get away from her.
She chuckled coldly. He was weak. Always had been. The foolish moral streak made her laugh and scream at the same time.
She glanced down at the papers on her desk, seeing a days old newspaper. The Snape family article was on top, the picture of the oldest with it. Augusta had had to erase the memory of his family. Well, she'd give it back, if only to have her revenge. Double agent... traitor. He'd turned his back on their lord, and he let the Lord's foolish daughter... She growled, and then smiled. IT didn't matter. A bit of her blood, and her Lord would be back, same, as he had been before. She ran her finger over Jamison Snape's face. And this was her key to Severus. Smirking, she stood, and left the study.
Warning: This chapter has some detailing of a rape. Don't read if it will offend you.
Also: Bonus to anyone who guess who this couple is.
He was fighting... He wanted out. He was helpless and watched in horror as his body entered, shattering the muggle's virginity. Inside he retched, hearing her screams. His grief fought to the surface and tears splashed down onto the poor girl's face. She screamed, trying to struggle. The order under the Imperious couldn't let that happen and he smacked her. She stopped struggling, laying there sobbing. Finally his body was spent and he collapsed on top of her.
Feminine laughter echoed through the air as she watched the show. Her cold blonde and blue-eyed surface portraying her icy satisfaction. He needed to be punished. Almost sending that owl to Dumbledore. He lie there, unable to say the words she felt him struggling to say. He had managed to cry and that was too much. "Kill her."
He shook inside. He may have been prejudiced in his youth, but not enough to kill and rape. It was her using his body as a sick tool. She had been since 5th year. The Imperious moved his body and he pulled out of her with a sick pop. His wand hand rose as he stood, and he choked on the words even as it forced him to say them. "Advada Kedavara." Green light flashed brilliantly, and he closed his eyes as the muggle fell dead.
"Very good..." She stepped over the muggle body, kicking it scornfully. "But you're still fighting... you know you can't break through... your line is weak when it comes to the Unforgivables." She smacked him harshly. He stared, his silver eyes empty. "Don't try it again! I'll make it worse..." She cupped the side of his face and kissed him. "Now go to your rooms like a good little boy."
He bent down, retrieving his clothes and dressing quickly before making his way to the door. He could be alone now. He wouldn't have to see her.
"Oh... and darling... tell me how much you love me..." She drawled as she sat behind the desk.
He gagged, but chose not to resist this time. "I love you." He fled, needing to get away from her.
She chuckled coldly. He was weak. Always had been. The foolish moral streak made her laugh and scream at the same time.
She glanced down at the papers on her desk, seeing a days old newspaper. The Snape family article was on top, the picture of the oldest with it. Augusta had had to erase the memory of his family. Well, she'd give it back, if only to have her revenge. Double agent... traitor. He'd turned his back on their lord, and he let the Lord's foolish daughter... She growled, and then smiled. IT didn't matter. A bit of her blood, and her Lord would be back, same, as he had been before. She ran her finger over Jamison Snape's face. And this was her key to Severus. Smirking, she stood, and left the study.