A/N: Holy shit it's been a long, long time! I'm back baby! This is the very chapter, indeed with offensive material. Skip to the next A/N (partway through) if you're uncomfortable :)

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He Who Descends

CPOV

"Just relax, stop squirming," he purred into my ear. He grasped my thigh, digging his nails into my soft flesh and shoved it outward, giving him better access to my butt. He tweaked the speculum and I felt the cold end of the flashlight touch my inner thigh, causing me to shiver.

If I could have spoken, I would have told him I knew this was no 'medical examination'. I wasn't stupid, lots of doctors and orderlies and even other patients had shoved things up my butt. And I wasn't the only one; I'd seen it happen to little girls and other boys and even nurses. Now, I may only be eight years old, but it doesn't take a genius to know it's not supposed to happen. Doctors aren't supposed to hurt you they're supposed to make you feel better. Not that I've ever met a doctor who made me feel better in my life. Anyway, I knew he was doing this because he wanted to look up my butt because he was playing out his sick little fantasies.

He ran his finger down the wall of my sphincter in the gap where the upper and lower prongs of the speculum separated. It was fully dilated and causing me a fair amount of pain. It already burned down there from my constant diarrhoea. Combined with the pain from being stretched, my empty stomach and all my other aches and pains, my pain threshold was being put to the test.

"Your sphincter is inflamed," he remarked. "Does it hurt?"

I grunted and kicked out at him. I knew the kick landed, probably on his shoulder or chest, but he did nothing more than chuckle. I was too weak to even walk so the kick would have been like someone resting their hand on his shoulder.

"I know, you're uncomfortable," he grabbed my butt cheek and massaged it in his hand. I heard him get up and then come back. "Just relax." He slid the speculum out of me and replaced it with his privates. He began the ever-familiar in and out, sawing motion.

'Get out, get out, get out!'

It just went on and on.

"You're a good boy, aren't you?" he ran his fingers through my hair.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Dr Volturi, are you in?"

"I'm a little busy," he grunted out.

"Aro, it's me, Esme," the voice coaxed. "Can I come in?"

"Alright, if it's only you," he agreed, finishing off our interactions with the inevitable coating of my insides with his secretions.

A/N: (Here down should be good)

The caramel haired nurse slipped inside the room, closing the door behind her as Aro fixed his pants.

"I took care of that meddlesome orderly," she said. "And the next time I see him, I'll send him to James."

"Good," Aro smiled, tearing me from where I was bent over the examination table and placing me into his lap. I squirmed and shoved his face away as he tried to kiss my lips. "I'll still hide this one good, though. He doesn't seem the type to give up that quickly."

"That's probably wise," she agreed. "Though why you would prefer not only a boy but a child over me I don't understand."

"I don't prefer him over you, I just want him as well as you," Aro leaned over me and kissed the woman, Esme, passionately.

'Just what have they done with Jasper?' I thought to myself. I hoped he wasn't gone. I hoped he would come and find me and take me away from this awful doctor.