The door slowly opened, and Hermione instantly recognised Viktor as she peeked out from the covers, with a jump she ran at him, wrapping her arms around the man "Oh Viktor! Thank god it's you!" she cried. Tears continuing to stream down her face as she sobbed into his chest.
Hermione gave a gasp of surprise when he roughly pushed her away from him.
"Velcome to your tower, Princess" he said darkly throwing a scrap of cloth at her and a bread roll, "Eat and be ready for Vasily" Viktor said before turning back on his heel and leaving the room as quickly as he came, Hermione could hear the locks being put in place as he left.
She sunk to the ground in despair, what had she gotten herself into? What was she going to do? How was she going to get out? After a few minutes of thinking the cold started to get to her, she looked at the scrap of clothing that Viktor had thrown at her, if you could call it that, there was barely any material, it probably covered even less than she was already wearing, grumpily she threw it away, not noticing as it slid under the bed into darkness. She heard the locks being undone on the door, and in a brave attempt she tried to run out as it was opened, but as a chaser Vasily was quite good at catching things, and he effortlessly threw her back into the room, where she landed painfully on the stone floor.
"You stupid vitch" Vasily spat at her, he walked closer, and stood over her, before picking her up roughly, and dragging her by the arm to the bed. Without warning he pushed her face down onto the pillows, and roughly tied her up so she was spread star shaped, across the mattress, she was no match for the strength of a sporting professional.
Hermione knew what was going to happen and she began screaming and crying out for help, her efforts earned her a hard slap across her face, before Vasily forced her head down into the pillows, "Shut up slut" he ordered as he wriggled out of his trousers.
No matter how hard you try, there is just no preparing yourself for this, Vasily forced his way into her, and began thrusting hard into her, the pain was like none she had ever experienced before, it felt as if her body were being ripped in two, Hermione was going through a wide range of emotions, first anger at Viktor and his friends, then anger at herself for putting herself into this situation, then disgust at what was being done to her, and then fear, of what could still happen to her.
Hermione stopped her thinking and could only cry while this man defiled her, this was a man that millions of people looked up at and admired, yet here he was, raping and trapping a young girl.
As bad as this situation was, she was still incredibly grateful when the man climbed off of her, after filling her with his seed, he spat on her before leaving, but did not untie her, it was as if he did it on purpose, leaving her tied up, and leaving the room with the door wide open. A couple of the other team mates walked past, ogling Hermione lying face down, with her skirt yanked up high, exposing all the skin which should be hidden, she sobbed in embarrassment, none of them tried to help her, they just stared and snickered, throwing insults at her.
Hours later Hermione had still been left lying there, unable to move, her bones and muscles were tired and sore, and she could not bring herself to look through the door anymore, Viktor had been past several times now, only talking to her once, when he said "You vill make a vonderful vife one day". At one point Clara came up, she told Hermione of how she was sorry, and how she wished things were different for her, but Hermione did not care, she did not believe this girl, if she were truly sorry she would help her, not just leave her in such a compromising position for all the team to see, and violate and do as they pleased.
When the sun fell down into the horizon Viktor came back to her room, carrying some form of food, Hermione did not know what it was, nor did she care, she did not eat the bread she was given before, and she had not eaten all day, the last she remembered eating was the meal she received on the plane, and that was well over 24hours ago.
Viktor untied her from the restraints and put the bowl of food in front of her, she didn't dare touch the food in front of him, her trust for the man had completely gone out the window so to speak.
"Herm-own-ninny" he began to say, but Hermione cut him off with the dirty look she had been practicing all day.
"Don't you dare use my name, you disgusting, despicable excuse of a man!" She snapped at him, turning away, so she didn't have to look at the person who had caused most of this harm, sure she was mad at the whole team, but none of this would have happened had he not lied to her, pretended to be her friend, and got her to fly over to a country she didn't know a thing about.
"I did not vish to offend you Herm-own-ninny" he said again.
"Offend me? You think you have offended me?" Hermione exclaimed, absolutely outraged now, "No, no, you did not offend me, you have disgusted me! You have violated me! You make my skin crawl! I thought you were my friend.. I should have known better than to trust the likes of you! I hate you, and I wish I had never met you." Hermione finished coldly. Viktor reached out to touch her hand, but she yanked it away.
What on earth was he thinking? Kidnapping her? Locking her away in a tower? Having his friends rape her? Treating her like a prisoner. The man had some nerve.
He stood to leave the room, pausing briefly to tell her the team would be leaving in a few days to go to an international game they were to play, and that if she did not behave herself before then, no one would come to feed and take care of her. She only scoffed in response.