Owned

(A/N: this chapter is just... well, evilness comming to my twisted mind)

Sitting on the chair in the darkroom, Amanda closed her eyes. She could hear the professor walking around the chair, over to one of the tables and something was lifted from the wooden surface. She swallowed hard but remained calm. Hearing him coming closer she took a deep breath. Feeling the silk cloth sliding over her eyes she held her breath. What now? The cloth dropped over her face down to her neck and was suddenly tightened from behind. Gasping and struggling to breath she tried to grab a hold of the fabric to loosen it but it was not possible to put some space between it and her throat.
Struggling she was tied to the back of the chair, like a dog with a collar on.

“Hands down on the arm rest!”

Gasping to breath and with tears falling from her eyes she did as told, grabbing the armrest tightly, her knuckles turning white.

- please don’t do this –

Begging him inside she felt as he tied one hand, then the other to the chair – no spells were casted, apparently the muggle way turned him on as well. Her legs were tied to the legs of the chair, forced apart and kept that way.

“Look at me!”

Opening her eyes she looked at the pale dark haired man standing in front of her. His black eyes were cold as always, the never showned smile was the usual smirk as he bend over, his face right in front of hers. A cold finger running down her sweaty forehead, down her cheek and over her chin.

“Hot are we?”

Grabbing her shirt he torn it open, buttons flying in every direction.

“Better fix that”

Shivering Amanda looked at him, was he stupid? She was cold as hell, only sweating because she was scared out of her mind.

Freezing up as she saw something silvery reflect in the dark she gasped to breath, fighting against the bonds she almost knocked the chair over but a foot was placed between her thighs on the chair, holding it down.

“Be still!”

He hissed and placed the knife on her cheekbone, just below her eye. His eyes were gleaming with rage and agony as he gently ran the knife down her cheek, just breaking the skin. Wanting to cry out loud, Amanda felt the tied cloth cutting of her cries and her breathing.

- no, please…-

As he pulled the knife away, blood tickled down her cheek, mixed with her tears.
Placing the knife at her collarbone he moved downwards again, only stopping at the top of her bra. Slipping the knife under the front of it he cut it off quickly. Gasping and letting a sob out Amanda closed her eyes again.

- no – stop -

“LOOK AT ME!”

The command was yelled at her as a slap hit her cheek and she instantly forced her eyes up, meeting his again.

“..please…”

Cocking an eyebrow he looked at her, lowering his face to meet hers.

“Excuse me?”

Grabbing her chin he forced it up to hold her in place, measuring her face with his cold eyes.

“Did you just beg me? Do you have problem with my doing?”

“..please stop… it hurts…”

Seeing how rage exploded in his eyes he grabbed her wrist violently and turned it – the pale side up. Placing the knife against the soft skin, he cut quickly and deep, Amanda screamed in pain.
Placing the knife at her eye again he hissed

“It can always get worse…”

Sobbing as she felt the blood tickle down her wrist she continued looking at him. Why was he doing this to her? He seemed to hurt inside but why on Earth was he taking it out on her?
The Potion Master rubbed his temples before grabbing his wand, aiming it at the girl in the chair he saw as she shivered with fear, fearing that he would hurt her the magical way now. Ignorant little fool. Muttering the spell the bounds broke, and with nothing to keep her up she fell to the floor. Heading for the door, his robe billowing as always, he spoke coldly

“Clean yourself up and get to class”