The Life of a Mudblood: After the War

As soon as the door shut, Jessie began trying to listen. The room was silent. Too silent, in her opinion. She couldn’t even hear the dripping water anymore. Without warning her body began to move. She could hear the chains clanking again. Before she knew it, she was in a standing position. The chains holding her arms were pulled so tight she was on her tiptoes, and the chains around her ankles pulled so tight it felt as if her body would be split in two. A whimper of fear left her throat before she quietly called out "Hello?"

There was no answer. The anticipation and fear caused her breathing to speed up. She was close to having a panic attack. She could feel it. "Hello?" she called out into the pitch black room again. This time a voice answered, though it wasn't an actual answer. "Crucio!" she heard a cruel sounding voice call out.

There was a flash of red, and a split second later she felt as if her entire body was engulfed in pain and fire. She felt herself screaming so loud she feared her throat would bleed.  It only lasted a few seconds, but when it stopped she heard her own sobs, as if they were coming from someone else. The sobs were the only sound in the room.

After the pain began to ease, and her sobs grew quieter she felt a hand on her inner thigh. She tried to pull away as sharp nails began to dig in, but was unable to. She whimpered again in fear, feeling powerless as the hand moved closer and closer to her most protected area.

"P..please no" she whispered, as the hand finally made its way to her vagina. Suddenly the hand withdrew. She let out a sigh of relief, only to be slapped so hard across the face that it caused her vision to go white for a moment. The nails returned, digging even deeper and the cruel voice began to speak.

"By now, you know the law. You are property, mudblood...My property. I will do as I please" he said, as he began to move his finger between her smoothly shaven folds. Jessie could feel a tear falling down her cheek, but she remained quiet. He was so close now she could smell him. He smelled like a mix of sandalwood, rosewood and pure evil. She could feel her face becoming red as his smell and the movements of his fingers were causing her to become wet between her legs.

A small moan escaped her throat and instantly she gasp as she felt a hand move to her throat and begin to squeeze. It wasn't hard at first, but when she whimpered again she felt it tighten and she began to gasp for air, at the same time as the other hand pinched her clit hard. "P..please" she begged with what little air she had. She continued gasping, trying to get air to her lungs, as the hand continued to tighten around her neck.

Suddenly the lights came on. She cried out and closed her eyes as the brightness was blinding. Even though her eyelids, it was so bright it hurt her eyes, causing her head to pound. Feeling her clit being pinched again, harder than the time before her eyes flew open. Standing there in front of her, so close she felt his breath on her hair was the most feared wizard in the world... Harry Potter.