Twisted Lust

Ok well the first part of this is SUPER SUPER DARK MATERIAL. This is a large non-consent, torture. But the end of this chapter is completely the opposite. So..... enjoy. So if it super bothers, just skip the first quarter of the page, and a line seperates the next section.
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“Did you enjoy that little slice?” he said, his voice sounded like daggers in her ears.
Slowly he brought the blade to her lips, tracing them, outlining them, so that her blood looked like lip liner.
“Oh you’re lips, so plump, I could almost eat them” he whispered, bending down to grab her lips in his teeth, biting, biting down hard.

Hermione thought he was going to eat them through, his cannibalistic tendencies never ceased to amaze her. She screamed, she tried to nudge him off, tried to move her mouth away. But he kept his teeth firmly lodged on her bits of flesh, his sharp molars making holes.
“Trying to get away, TRYING TO GET AWAY!” He laughed, a cold heartless laugh,
“STUPID WHORE, STUPID WHORE.” he screamed, still laughing, whacking her bottom with the blade of the knife, almost like it was his hand.
He ripped his teeth away.
She screamed, how she screamed. “STOP STOP STOP STOP” over and over again.

He grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed, taking his knife, taking it just to the edge of cunt, and cutting, cutting down to her knee, she struggled, she tried to kick him, but she was weak. And the more she struggled, the bigger the cuts got.
“STOP!” she screamed one last time, before the pain enveloped her, it had been four days.

She felt it cut across her jaw, she felt it hit hurt cheek, she blinked awake. She thought she’d wake up from the nightmare, but there it was in front of her.

“Now it’s time, NOW IT’S TIME, for you to feel it, feel it when I’m inside” he said, a slow smile began to spread across his face. He watched her, gauged her reactions, her eyes opened wide.
Why, why did this happen, how could she
“OW” she gasped, she SCREAMED as he entered her, breaking her, breaking through her. He was so big, he was so large, and she could feel it, he was pressing against the cut. The cut was bleeding, and it sent sharp pains through her side, he was thrusting into her so hard, thrusting. And with each thrust the pains continued, she could feel it cut, feel it overcome her body, feel it consume her soul.
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Draco woke up, his bed was shaking. He opened his eyes, just as he was jabbed in the ribs.

Hermione was shaking uncontrollably, her eyes were moving behind her pupils, her heart was hammering against her chest. And she was fighting, fighting some unknown creature, some unknown monster, she was fighting and screaming. She screamed so loud Draco thought his ears would pop, and just as soon as it started, she passed out, she lay comatose, shivering.

Draco leapt from under his covers and grabbed her, no response.
He shook her slightly, no response.
He slapped her arm, no response.
He kept shaking her, shaking and shaking, and she wouldn’t move.
Her mouth was open in a permanent scream, a permanent look of terror.
She was slipping, slipping right under his fingers, she was growing pale.

So against all instinct he grabbed her and pulled her up to him, looked at her, looked at her slightly parted lips, and he kissed her, kissed her again like his life depended on it.
And she woke up, and she started to kiss him back, and as soon as he felt her tongue fight against his, he pushed back.

“Draco please”

“No, No Hermione, not like this”

“Please Draco, please, I need to forget, please” she pleaded with him, grabbing his arm.

He pushed her off, “No”

But she pushed herself back on him, “Please Draco, I need to get him off me, I can’t have him on me”

He pushed away again.
“Why are you like this Hermione? Tell me cause I need to know about it right now!”
“Why do you need to have sex so much? Why Hermione WHY?” Draco said, his anger bubbling out of nowhere.

She grabbed onto him again, he pushed back harder.
She grabbed again and he pushed her away.

She lunged to get him, he tried to push her off again, but when he did, he just pushed himself off the bed, taking her down with him.

“BECAUSE I CAN FUCKING FEEL HIM ALL THE TIME. I CAN FEEL WHAT HE DID, I REMEMBER EVERYTHING. AND SLEEPING WITH PEOPLE IS THE ONLY TIME I DON’T THINK OF HIM ON ME. I NEED TO GET RID OF HIM. I CAN FEEL HIS TOUCH. I CAN FEEL HIS KNIFE. I CAN FEEL HIS TEETH. HE FUCKING TORE MY BODY APART, AND THE ONLY WAY I FORGET IS WHEN SOMEONE ELSE IS DOING IT FOR ME, TAKING MY MIND AWAY.” she yelled, panting slightly when she was done, her arms pressed down on his chest.

“You can’t keep doing this Hermione, you can’t keep selling you’re body like this. You’re better, you’re better than that. And I can’t sleep with you. I can’t do it just to relieve the pain, it has to mean something to you. I want it to mean something to you, and it doesn’t, it doesn’t mean anything.” he yelled back, pushing her so he was on top, holding her to the ground.

“It does mean something, it does mean something! You’re the only who can help me, you’re the only one I want to be with. Why is it so hard for you to understand, why is it so hard!” she yelled again, rolling over so she was on top.

“I’m not an object for you’re collections Hermione, I care about you. God you know I want you, you know I want it, but I’m not going to do it, I won’t let you sell your body to me.”

“Then tell me Draco, tell me you care, tell me, just fucking tell me”
She started to get up, get off him
“because I do care Draco, I do”

He pushed back, on top of her once again
“I fucking love you” he whispered into her mouth before kissing her, savagely.

He tore her clothes off, just as she tore his. They grappled at each other, trying to gain control, trying to fucking dominate one another. Their kisses were passionate, they were fierce, they devoured each others mouths, trying to gain access, trying to push one another to the brim.

She nibbled on his bottom lip, her tongue thrusting into him. He fought her, he battled, he took out of her mouth, biting her neck, leaving suctions marks. She scratched her nails against his chest, trailing them down, leaving her own marks, animal instinct. He bit down her collar bone, down into the valley between her breasts. Yanking the thin strip of material that covered her bra, throwing it on the floor.

She moaned loudly, turning him on, fueling his growing erection. She pulled at it with her fingers, twisting them around, giving his cock feather light touches. He groaned, trying to pull her closer, torturing her as he circled his tongue around her breast. She cupped his erection in her hand, pulling it out, smearing the pre cum around the head. Taking one of her covered fingers and putting it in her mouth, sucking the juices off.

At that he lost control, all illusions of being proper were thrown out the window. He bent her over the bed and thrust into her from behind, pounding into her furiously, beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead. It had been so fucking long, so fucking long, and this felt like heaven. He went almost entirely out before thrusting back in, burying himself deep, going to the hilt.

She moaned, it felt so good. It was so good. For the first time, she could feel him, she could feel someone inside her, he fit into her, he fit inside her perfectly, and he filled her. Pounding into her, time after time, he was close, and so was she, so close.
He flipped her over, he wanted to look at her, wanted to look in her eyes. She moaned at the loss of him inside her. He tossed her on the bed, crawling on top before plunging in again. Fucking her senseless, watching her, her eyes closed in pure bliss, her mouth making low moans. She was so gorgeous, she was so sexy, she was sex. It was her embodiment. She clawed at his chest, clawed his arms, her nails dragged down, but he liked it, he liked the pain. She opened her eyes, she stared into his as he fucked into her once, twice, screaming as he came.

And for the first time, she came to.
She felt it, she couldn’t explain it, it just was. And as they came together, melding into each other, he collapsed on top of her. She held him in her arms, capturing his lips, biting into him, breathing into him, with all the passion they had experienced that one night in the shower.




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REVIEW. Next chapter- the morning after. when will draco find out the truth?