Knight in Tarnished Armor

She sat on the bed feeling confused and disgusted. Still slightly shaking she went into the bathroom and drew herself a warm bath. Looking around the marble bathroom she found some interesting looking glass bottles sitting on top of a shelf just above the ornate sink. Opening them she discovered lavender scented bath products. Liberally she poured what she assumed to be a bubble bath solution of some sort into the stream of scalding water. Slowly she lowered her bruised and sore body into it and allowed herself to be engulfed by the soothing scent and warm caress of the water.

Finally she emerged from the tub, scrubbed clean from head to toe. She felt better, much better. She began to towel herself dry and noticed the bruises had faded and were continuing to do so. Turning back she gave the luxurious bath products a second sniff, deeper this time. She smirked, “abeodeformatis, I should have known. Probably part of the kidnapped girl take come kit. Step 2: remove the evidence of abuse.” She wrapped a towel around her golden colored hair and another around her body, frowning when it barely covered her bottom. Cautiously she made her way into the bedroom and found herself alone yet again. As she used the towel to dry her hair she took stock of the room. It was scarcely furnished with only a large dark wood four-poster bed in the center, a dresser next to it and a desk and chair pair under the large window. “Definitely not the master suite.”

Every aspect of the room from the silk bedding to the thick rick carpet on the floor screamed wealth and elegance yet nothing was ornate, merely functional. On the bed lay a black silk nightgown and matching robe. She ran her hand over the smooth cool material before dropping the towel and slipping it over her head. She was just returning from the bathroom when her reflection caught her eye. The silk nightgown barely brushed passed her thighs showing off her long shapely legs, her gold hair began to curl as it dried in an unruly tousled mass around her head. Her eyes were no longer bloodshot but once again a stormy sea green, she thought that for the first time in her life she looked sexy. Shaking the foolish notion from her head she reminded herself to be logical about her situation, and being logical meant worrying about her safety not her sexiness.

Coming out of the bathroom she found a tall immaculately dressed man standing near the desk. She just gulped and looked at him unsure of what to say. She recognized him of course; he after all was the man who brought her here to this room and also from earlier events.

“How do you like your tea?” He asked his eyes deceptively neutral.

“Straight is fine.” She barely managed a whisper and pitifully attempted to clear her throat. Her throat burned and her mouth provided no moisture to soothe it. Seeing her discomfort he handed her the tea and gently ushered her to sit on the bed. After taking a deep drink she managed a small smile and whispered “thank you.” Mentally she cursed, she should be pummeling him with an object instead she could be nothing but polite.

“How are you feeling?” His eyes were no longer neutral and impassive but instead filled with concern.

“Better thank you. The abeodeformatis in the bath products really did wonders.” She hid her smile behind the teacup as he stared perplexed.

“how, how how would you,…. But you’re a …. A….” he collapsed rather ungracefully into the chair beside the desk.

“A muggle?” she finished for him. “No sorry to disappoint you I’m not. And it was quite easy to determine as the bruises vanished nearly in front of my eyes. Just like it wasn’t so hard to taste the potion you slipped into my tea.” She merely laughed as he gasped and came centimeters from allowing the delicate cup in his own hand to crash to the floor.

After placing the teacup down with an ungracious clunk, he crossed his arms and eyes her suspiciously. “So then if you are not a muggle, who are you?”

The humor quickly drained from her face and she met him steely glare for steely glare. “No, I believe the question is who the hell are you? And where the hell am I?”

His anger was put into check by the truth of her words, or possibly how lovely she looked sitting all flustered on the bed, her robe precariously teetering to the indecent. “You are absolutely correct. Forgive me. I am Severus Snape, Potions master of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are safe now, at my home.”

“ Safe? Here? With you??” she scoffed and gave a disgruntled click of her tongue. “I beg to differ.”

“I uhm, know what happened to you, what I did to you was well to say the least wrong. But believe me you should be thankful that you are here with me and not one of the others” He knew she was confused and scared for her life probably so he tried his hardest to not sound indignant. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep his emotions in check as he took in the long line of her leg and the way her mouth looked delicious even in its scowl.

The glare started to fade. She mentally conceded him that point, based mainly on the lengths he had taken to make her comfortable. He took the empty tea cup from her hands and proceeded to excuse himself saying he would be back shortly. She closed her eyes as the events of earlier on in the day began to play back in her head. Three men in dark robes and masks snuck into her house knocking her unconscious. Then her waking up naked, alone and tied to a table. Distant murmuring could be heard as consciousness began to return to her. A cold hissing voice came from one of the darkened corners. “Lucius, the matter is settled, Severus has won rights to keep her and thus may set the limits to which she can be used.”

‘Keep her? They must be talking about me…. Oh my god what’s going to happen to me?’

Soon a man stepped out from the darkness. She could tell he was tall, dark hair scattered about a pale face full of sorrow and regret. His eyes pleaded forgiveness for what was about to come. Suddenly realization hit her. Fear and panick took over as her body tensed.

“shh please try to relax.” He whispered softly. His hands gently caressed down her body until he reached her sensitive nub. She closed her eyes and gulped hard trying to pretend her was anywhere but in her own body. Still he didn’t stop, instead used his other hand to insert two long fingers into her. He continued until her heard a low moan from the muffled gag that covered her mouth. Her walls tightened and clenched his fingers. Moans and mutterings came from the blackness as his fingers withdrew and he thrust himself into her. He closed his eyes trying to erase the image of her face as he thrust himself harder and faster into her wetness. She moaned as he gave one final thrust burying himself fully. His eyes finally looked at her with sympathy and guilt.

Suddenly the shadows began encroaching and a tall blonde man stepped into the light. “We’ll take it from here Severus. He chuckled and leered lewdly at her. Dread filled her stomach and she fought the urge to cry. What happened next was a blur of pain humiliation and utter helplessness.