Paying with Interest

Your worst enemy will always be one of the few people you allow into your heart.

This was the thought that ran through Minerva McGonagall's head over and over as she lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her body felt numb, the dull pain in her rectum almost nonexistent.

The pain of the flesh is nothing compared to the pain of the soul.

Another true statement. Though she should be sobbing uncontrollably from the pain of the rip on her anal walls, she could only stare at the ceiling, blood seeping from within her, mixing with the semen and staining the expensive sheets while the void inside her heart grew bigger and bigger. Or perhaps that was because there were no more tears left in her.

How could you hurt me so fiercely? So terribly?

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the events of that day.

His face filled with shock and hurt at the woman's answer to his question. He had seemed so terribly sad; Minerva had almost wanted to take back her answer. But she knew that she had to be truthful in that instant. She could not lie about such a thing.

"Minerva, do you love me?"

"NO, never! I'm Albus wife and I will always love him and no one else!"

Minerva bit her lip. Why didn't she realize it would lead to this? Even as she thought this, a smile spread across her bruised and swollen lips. It had not even been an hour and she was already blaming herself for what had happened. So victims really did blame themselves for their attacks.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to remember what had happened.

The guards had come for her and dragged her away from Molly. They had brought her to a splendid bedroom. There she had left her alone. After a while she had heard the door open behind her. She hadn't bothered turning. She had known who it was. Minerva smiled bitterly, remembering how she had felt so calm in that moment.

"Hello Tom."

"…"

"Please. Don't be this way. Tom? …What are you doing? Wait! Stop!"

Minerva let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes. She had been easily overpowered by the stronger man. She was already half-naked, so all that was needed was to remove the grey blanket, which now lay in shreds on the floor.

"Tom! Stop it!"

Minerva cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought against her captor, who was holding both the woman's arms above her head as he fumbled with his belt.

"Stop struggling."

He whispered, and Minerva heard the restraint that was inside the other. He would hurt her even more when she fought him. She actually did stop struggling for a moment. But then Tom finally managed to drop his pants.

"HELP!"

Minerva screamed, sobbing uncontrollably as she kicking desperately against the other. "SOMEBODY….HELP ME!"

Though, even as she screamed, she knew it was no good. No one would come to her aide.

"No…"

She whimpered, letting out another loud cry as she felt a large, lubricated finger pushing roughly inside her.

"No…no…no…Please…Don't do this...Please, Tom…"

"I can't…"

Tom whispered, and for a moment, Minerva believed him. But then he plunged inside her, forcing their lips together as he did so. Although Tom had prepared her, he was still far too large for the woman's virgin anal entrance, and split her almost immediately. He had of course known that and relished in the woman's pain. Taking her the normal way was no fun at all. Dumbledore, pox on him, had already taken her vaginal virginity a long time ago.

Minerva screamed against the man's lips. Though it was only a small tear, it felt like she was being ripped in two. She continued screaming until her throat was too sore to make a noise. But that was still long before Voldemort was finished with her.

Minerva felt tears welling in her eyes. So perhaps they weren't all gone after all. Of course, she should have known that she could not completely run out of tears. Not until she was too dehydrated to produce the salty fluid. And though her throat was dry and aching, she doubted she was quite that dehydrated.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling once more. She suddenly had an overpowering urge to take a knife and slice her arm a few times. The pain in her rectum was beginning to fade, even though she knew it would not leave completely until it had fully healed. She didn't know why, but she wanted to feel more pain. She didn't want to think of her soul breaking. She wanted to stop thinking of how terrible it had felt.

She also knew that Tom was not nearly done with her.