Chapter 2 - The First Day of the Rest of my Life
He pushed my into his house and towards the only open door. I walked quickly towards the open door and when I went into the room, it was as he said it would be. The fire was just hinting at its existence. I rushed towards the fire and working trying to get it to begin roaring again. I had no magic, no wand, no anything. I had to do it the muggle way. Which I am. A muggle. But I am also a witch, he has no right. NONE. But, if Voldemort was correct, then Harry is really dead and we lost. We lost the war. For once the good side lost. Why. I heard the door slam open, I cringed when I heard it hit the wall with a bang. I had just gotten the fire going, however i had not yet found the time to strip. Shit.
"What Did I TELL YOU BITCH!? Hmmmm. What's that? Is the Gryffindor Know-it-all finally learning how to keep her mouth shut. Good lets see how long you can keep your screams inside." I looked up at him and saw a smile creep along his face. The only light source was the fire, its flames casted a glooming and terrifying shadow onto his face. I opened my mouth to speak and than thought better. I closed my eyes. Don't scream and don't fight. Maybe it won't be that bad. "Crucio" he whispered, although I felt as though I was burning and drowning at the same time. He held it for too long. When he finally relented and released the spell he followed by another curse and than another, it was so painful I could feel my voice go course from the almost constant screaming. After hours of curse after curse, Snape grabbed my hair and pulled me up to him. He licked my face, I could feel his hands wander down my body and find their rest on my ass. I tried to pull away, all Snape did was laugh. He thrust my down on the ground. "Now for your next punishment Mudblood. He grabbed something and threw something into the fire. He left it there, and when I tried to get up he pushed me down and wordlessly tied me down using powerful dark magic. With a snap of his fingers I was naked. I could feel his member on my back. I struggled and the more I struggled the more he laughed.
"No Stop… Please… Severus." I pleaded with him. The moment his name slipped out of my mouth he slapped me hard, flipped me over and took what he had put in the flames earlier outr and seared it on my upper chest. It was a symbol of some kind that I could not understand completely at the moment.
"That is for what you called me and now this is for being a mudblood." With that he thrust into me. I could feel his dick break me and push further in and deeper. I was straining to keep awake. The pain was immense and I found it hard to breath. He began to pull out and thrust back in again, over and over and over. At some point It became easier for him to enter me due to the excessive blood pouring out from my ripped walls and the fact he took everything from me. Everything. When I thought he couldn't continue doing this, he proved me wrong. It was like he just got his second wind, his third wind, and so on. He pounded into me over and over. Then out of nowhere I could feel his dick begin to tremble and his thrust becoming more sporadic. I willed myself to go to sleep. I couldn't bear to remain conscious any longer. I wanted, needed out. This was to painful. Then my wishes were granted, darkness swiftly consumed me. I gave in.
I felt concensnes seeping through my body. Slowly, I lifted my eyelids and peered into a dark and empty room. Whatever room this was, it was dark and cold. I shivered, as I ran my hands up and down my arms I released that my body was lacking clothes. I sat up, I was on the floor, the hard cold and wet floor. Asmy eyes adapted to my surroundings I released that I was most likely in a room due to the bed that was shoved in the corner. There was a small wardrobe across from the bed and in the corner there was a toilet, everything was out in the open. Suddenly the familiar pain of a full bladder hit me, as I tried to stand my legs gave out and I hit the ground hard. There was pain everywhere, but especially down there. It was a painful ache and when I reached down I could feel something that was dried to my legs. A mixture of blood and something else, something sticky. Everything that had happened last night in that room came crashing in. I tried again to get up and this time I made it to the toilet. The moment I sat down my bladder released itself, resulting in me letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was keeping in.
After I relieved myself I felt my body and muscles become weighted and tired again. I slowly limped towards the ragged bed in the corner with dingy and dirty blankets. I climbed up into the bed and I laid down. Although the bed was not the best bed I had ever slept on, it was better than the concrete floor. The blankets offered a form of protection against the cold. Although the blankets would never be able to protect me from him….nothing could ever protect me from him. I admitted it, I was only surviving on borrowed time. Waiting, counting the minutes till that borrowed time ran out.
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