Sorry for not posting yesterday! My brother used the computer (when he's not supposed to) and then they keyboard was all spoilt. The most important letter of all 'a' could not be typed, nor could many other letters. Then we got struck by a virus. (As if it couldn't have gotten any worse) So now I had reformatted the pc. And this next post is... posted. It's a bit different but I think it's still within PG rating. If you feel unsure, skip this.

Chapter 16

"My master was right... you are beautiful," he whispered.

I shivered and turned my face away from him, wrapping my arms tighter around my body. I didn't say anything, just curled up, trying my best to ignore him.

"And he has been kind... so very kind to me," he said as he stepped closer. His voice sounded young, almost as if he could be around my age. I cast a shifty eye towards him and continued staring ahead, trying to press myself against the wall. He knelt next to me and I could hear his breath.

"Go away," I said hoarsely, my voice hardly clear anymore from constant laments.

"Make me..."

He leaned closer. He took a bunch of my hair and inhaled deeply into them. I shivered in fright as he did so.

"What are you doing?" I spat. "Get away from me!"

I tried to gather the last of my energy to crawl away. My body felt like a ton of bricks as I threw myself forwards onto my hands and knees. But I got yanked back when he grabbed my shoulders. I struggled as much as I could but couldn't get free. He pressed me against the wall.

"I'm not going to hurt you..."

"And you expect me to believe that?" I hissed venomously. "You Death Eaters are all the same."

"I only want to give you a good time..." he said with a twisted grin.

I stared in alarm and pushed against his chest. I kicked every part of him I was able to, but I felt too weak to free myself. I screamed as he came closer. He pulled and tugged at my robes as I desperately tried to escape. I bit his fingers when they came close enough but it only made him mad and he hit me hard against my head.

I crumpled onto the floor, and tasted blood, sobbing in pain and in fright. He aimed his wand at me, muttering some words. Then I felt an excruciating pain in the pit of my stomach, and then it was gone as soon as it began.

He bent over me and I couldn't do anything else but lie there unarmed. I kicked, I punched. Every single part of him I could make contact with, I inflicted as much damage as I could. But he was too strong... and my strength was leaving me. I felt, through all the pain, his hands sliding up my legs. He laid against me and without warning, pressed his rough lips against mine. It was full of anger, lust and so many things I didn't want my first kiss to be. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with stains of blood. His hands were now upon my body, groping as though it was his.

The next few minutes were the worst in my whole life. Pain. That was the only thing I felt. Every time I managed to hit him, he'd hit me with much more force. I felt the blood trickling down from my arms and legs and felt the tears staining my face until they could flow no more.

Then suddenly, the door slammed open.

"Lestrange! Enough!" came that cruel, icy voice again.

"But Master," he cried pleadingly.

"You've had your fun. Now come."

"Master, you said I could-"

"Lestrange, I SAID ENOUGH!"

"Yes, Master," he replied obediently, quickly getting up and smoothing his robes. The strangled breath left my throat as he got on his feet. I turned my face heavily to the other side to see what was happening. I felt a trickle of blood slide down my cheek and staining the floor beneath.

"Round up the Death Eaters, we are going tonight," said Voldemort sinisterly and he left.

I closed my eyes painfully and now did I really feel the pain that engulfed my body like a large blanket. It was worse... much much worse than ever before. Was I meant to die here, I asked myself over and over again. If so, then please get it over with. I don't want to live like this any longer. Anything but this.