Author's Note: This story is purely fictional, I don't own harry Potter.. blah blah blah. We get it, I don't own it.. I don't care if you don't like it; cause, that's not my problem. Obviously, it's yours.
Ava Anatasia Narcissa Malfoy - Ninth Generation
She glanced at him, hoping to see him putting down the whip and to see his remaining clothing still on. Her hopes were soon diminished, however when his remaining clothes were now off, and he was holding the whip even tighter. She felt her eyes beginning to glaze over, she blinked and the water fell..
"You bitch! You were late again! And, you forgot my food!", screeched the tall man. His appearance was rugged, as if he had not shaved for a few days. He was very muscular, and had many women come home with him every night. But, he was still not happy.. he wanted someone young, someone fresh.
He grabbed her shoulder the whip still tight in his hand. He threw her down again, and she could already feel the bruises forming where his hands had previously been. He hit her back repeatedly, making deep red gashes into her pale back. When he finally stopped, he stripped her semi-concious body and carried her to his room.
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Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was on the other side of the manor waiting for the arrival of his twin sister. He sat thoughtfully on her bed unaware of the horrors she was facing at that very moment. He knew of them, of course, but he thought that his mothers "boyfriend" was gone for the night.
After his father was sent to Azkaban, he had sent a letter saying an old friend of his was going to help Draco "be the man of the house". Lucius Malfoy had absolutely no idea what had happened in his two year abscence. He would have killed the man, though if he knew what he was doing to his "little girl".
Draco sat pondering what would have happened if the Dark Lord had not been killed by Potter. Would his father been able to break out? Would his sister have been beaten and raped every night?
He had tried to stop him many times, but was either knocked unconcious, or his sister would ask him to stop before he got hurt. He hated how she sacrficed herself consistently. It should be him getting beat. She shouldn't have to be strong..
He was, after all; the man of the house, right?
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ahh.. it's a horrible teaser yes i know.
just wanted to let you know some things if you
decide to flame though..
first: if you don't like it; help me improve! don't just say it's stupid. i'll ignore you then. :)
second: if you don't like the characters, or think they are OOC, then i don't care. as this is a FAN FICTION! fiction written by fans. the story itself is a fiction, so nannynannypoopoo! ppttt!
alright, i'm done rambling.
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yes, please.
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