Ginevra Molly Weasley (ginnypig) wrote in impetuousrpg, |
No longer conscious, Ginny was still chained to the ceiling. The weight of her own body was causing metal of the chains to cut into her wrists harshly, leaving a thick trail of blood down her arms. Her head had fallen forward and her body hung limp and lifeless against the ground.
The man that was whipping her walked up to her spiritless body, kicking her in the stomach to see if she'd wake up and cracking a rib in the process. When she didn't so much as flinch, he flicked his wand and she fell to the ground with a muffled thud. He turned to the other men in the room. "Is it time?" One of the men by the door nodded at him and he moved to her bloody wrists with his gloved hands, pulling her to another room not even bothering to be the least bit gentle. Her back scraped across the ground leaving a trail of blood and skin behind her. The scent of blood, skin, and dirt was enough to make a person sick, but he didn't seem to notice.
The room he took her to was dark and cold. Nothing stood in it other than a mat on the concrete floor and a few candles that barely lit up the room. Finally letting go of her wrists, he threw her over onto the mat, causing her to cough. Ginny began to regain consciousness but had no idea where she was, what was going on, or who she was with. The first thing she noticed was that her back had felt like was just striked with a razor several times. Hot tears began to pour down her face as more of the pain came. She was still lightheaded from losing so much blood and it wasn't easy to see.
The man got on his knees and was now hovering over her. Cruelly he looked at her, "You look so delicious." She couldn't move, she barely even registered what he said, everything hurt and her body was in shock from the large amount of pain she had gone through in so little time. Ripping off her shorts, the man scanned over her now naked body, licking his lips. Quickly, he undid the buckle of his belt and slid down his pants after unzipping them. He entered her harshly, causing her to gasp in pain. Her body was not wanting or ready for him and all she could feel was a burning and scraping between her legs. "You like that don't you? You nasty little pureblooded bitch." Tears were rolling down her face as her body lay limp underneath him. She couldn't move, she couldn't do anything but close her eyes and wait for it to be over. She tried to focus on anything but him, but the pain was too much.
"Hey!" He smacked her in the face, causing blood to leak out of her nose and down her chin. She tasted the substance on her lips. This was the reason she was being punished, because of her blood and now he was making her taste it. He opened her eyes to see the man still above her. "Look at me, you dirty slut! I want you to see what I'm doing to you!" Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head as his hand clasped down on her throat. He was grunting and if she was more able to feel, she'd know he was close. He was choking her so hard, that she began to gasped but he kept going, thrusting harder to get more friction. With the lack of oxygen that she was getting, she didn't hear him groan. She didn't feel his seed spilling inside of her and she didn't feel the weight of him collapse on her body when he was finished. She fell unconscious again as he crawled off of her and this time it wouldn't be so easy to wake her up.