Unspeakable Acts
By Erin Sanchez
December 28th, 2004
Hermione drifted in and out of consciousness. She vaguely remembered what had happened to her, or how she ended up where she was. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusted to the dim light, and she was finally able to clearly make out the objects in the small room.
It was a small space, barely enough room for two full-grown adults to move comfortably in. It smelled like mildew, mold, dust, and body odor. Who could live in such a foul smelling place?
Hermione was chained to the stone wall behind her. She was lying on straw, which she assumed was the bed. Without her wand, there would be no way to undo those chains. Hermione coughed, the dust in this place was going to kill her!
Her eyes wandered around the room, looking for the source of the light. Her eyes finally rested on a small black cloth that was draped over something. Through tiny holes, she could see sunlight. It was a window! If she could just figure out a way to get these chains off… she could climb out the window! Or send a signal for help!
But how long did she have until the creep that locked her in here would return to finish what he started earlier? Her memories of earlier started to creep back into her head, and she was reminded of the tall, round figure who had brought her here. The things he had done to her were unspeakable. Things that no husband or wife would do together. He had done them to her. Those memories would stay with her forever. She would never be the same. Never.
The End