Thank You Misthea for reviewing. Cause you did I'm going to post this next part earlier than I was planning to. I'm sorry about all the spelling mistakes (I'm dyslexic), I'll try harder to get rid of them.
Day 3.
Snape Family Mansion:
It was two thirty am when Serverus awoke with the book still open in front of him. He froze in the seat, not even breathing, instantly on alert as to what could have disturbed his sleep. Then, over by the door, a shadow moved. A male figure stepped closer. He didn't need to see the face to know it was his father, continuing to approach. Already he could smell the alcohol.
'No. Why does he have to be drunk? I can deal with him sober. I don't care how much he hits me. But please, not this again!'
Still he hadn't let so much as the tip of a finger twitch.
'Maybe if I don't move he won't see me. Maybe he doesn't know I'm here. Don't be stupid! What would he be doing in the library but looking for you? Oh please don't let this happen again...'
His father stood directly in front of him, not a meter away. There was no question now that he was unaware of his presence.
"You're a pathetic excuse for a son. Look at you, so thin and weak! You might as well be a girl! I bet you'd like to be fucked like a girl, wouldn't you?"
He was shaking all over now. This was how it started.
"Stand up."
He did as he was told.
"Take off your robes."
He had to struggle to control his breathing. The shaking was so bad that he was hardly able to obey.
"Hurry up!"
He did, jolting his broken arm in the process. The clothes were off, lying in a pile on the floor. He stood there naked, staring at the space between his feet.
"Look at yourself. Look!"
He did.
"You're disgusting. Do you hear me? Disgusting!"
'He's right.'
"No one will ever want you. No one. But you want men, don't you?"
"No."
He sounded terrified, a small voice, a child's voice.
"Don't lie to me boy! Now get down on the floor and I'll give you what you want. I'll give it to you till you don't want it anymore. Maybe then you'll stop acting like such a sissy."
He shook his head, a quick frightened movement.
'No. Not this. Anything else. Not this.'
"Do as I say!"
'Not this. Not this. Not this. Not this."
A violent shove knocked him to the ground. A moment later he felt the weight of his father as drunkenly the man climbed on to of him, preventing any attempt at movement. His face was pressed against the floor-boards. Dimly Serverus was aware of the tears on his cheeks.
He shuddered at the touch of the penis against his thighs. His skin was crawling. He was biting down so hard on his lip that it was bleeding. Then his father pushed inside him. It hurt. It hurt so much.
'Make it stop. Just make it... I can't...'
The heavy body on top of him thrust forwards. Again and again.
'Why won't it ever stop?'
Dark bruises were forming on his pelvis, on the lower half of his rib cage and on his thighs. But he couldn't feel them. Minor damage was blocked out by blinding agony.
'I hate you! I hate all of you! Why won't you help me?'
His father came inside him. A sudden rush of heat.
'Like hatred.'
Several moments passed. Roughly the man pulled out of his son, then without a word strode from the room. Serverus was left lying on the hard floor, wettened by his tears and blood. His whole body was trembling uncontrolably.
'Weak. Worthless. Disgusting.'
He reached for his robe, pulled it on. He curled up as tight as he could, into a little ball, squeezed his eyes shut.
'Don't rock. Weak. But I am... Can't make it stop.'
Number 12 Grimaland Place.
It was well into evening and the sun was starting to go down again before anyone came to Sirus' room. He heard the click of a key in the lock. Then the door swung open and his mother's form stood where it had been.
"There will be a party tomorrow night. While it is going on I do not want to hear a sound from you. The visitors will be extremely prominent members of the pure-blood wizarding community and if you cause even the slightest amount of disturbance you will be sevearly punished. Do I make myself clear?"
He nodded.
"As a precautionary measure... Kretcher come in here!"
The loathed house elf came into the room, dwarfed under the bundle of chains in his arms. When Mrs. Black relieved him of the load it became clear that it was in fact a single length of sturdy chain with a thick manacle at each end. She looped it through an iron hoop that was bolted to the wall. She turned to Sirus.
"Come here."
He did as he was told. Disobeying her now would only make things worse. She locked the shackles around his wrists. She smiled. She took the wand from her pocket. Holding its tip against his lips she mummered "Sealeo". He felt a sudden shock and then found it unexpectedly difficult to breath. He couldn't draw any air in through his mouth. Lifting his hand up to his face a moment later he discovered the reason why. His mouth was gone. From nose to chin was nothing but smooth skin. He fell back against the wall in shock. He wanted to scream but gagged at the attempt. Smiling more broadly than before his mother walked to the door. She turned. The grin practically reached her ears now.
"Crucio."