His mouth mashed against mine angrily and I held my mouth shut firmly, his teeth grazing my lips and tasting bitter metal I knew he'd drawn blood. He pulled himself away from me and held me tightly, his nails biting into my wrists. "Thought Sevvy would be here waiting did you? That dirty old bastard! Thinking he can take you Lena, he was so wrong. You were never his to take, I want you and god knows I'm going to have you. Just think what I can do with that little body." I swallowed heavily and feeling his weight pressed against me I had no doubt he'd keep his promise.
Looking up into Ambrose's eyes I saw no fear or shame for what he was doing, only excitement and zeal. As he pushed me down against the hard stone floor and pressed his lips hungrily to mine, I hoped to see maybe the slightest bit of fear, but all I saw was a passion and hate. As his lips jarred with mine, I felt him raise his wand, stone restraints rising from the stone floor and wrapping themselves firmly over my arms and legs, holding me down. As his lips fell against mine I tried biting, and then as his cheek pressed mine, I opened my mouth, my teeth grazing his cheek, drawing blood, resulting in his hand slicing against my cheek bitterly "You Dirty little Hoar! Is that what you like Lena, do you want me to be rough," he sneered and I threw back my head, trying to cry out, but all that escaped my lips was a pitiful whimper. His nails ripped at the skin over my legs and arms, his hands slapping against my bare thighs, and although I was still fully clothed, I'd never felt more naked. Tears ran down my cheeks and I tried to claw at him, pleading, his hands pressing firmly in places only Severus had touched me, and laying there, feeling Ambrose's hot mouth against my neck and lips, I knew it wouldn't be Severus who took me.