"You win this time"

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⚠️TW: abuse and torture⚠️

Y/n's pov (present):

"We should be done for a little bit...your brain won't be able to process much more" Draco stopped

I didn't have anything to say...I couldn't focus.

Everything was so confusing.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked

"Everything...I just can't believe it" I sighed

"Imagine how I felt"

"So your father is a good guy?"

"I wouldn't say He's a 'good guy'...he's just on our side of things"

"And snape is my uncle?" I chuckled

"Yeah that one was the biggest shock of them all"

We both laughed, it was the first time in awhile we both genuinely laughed.

"We can finish tomorrow if you'd like?" He asked

"Id like that, I'll leave you to sleep...goodnight draco" I opened the door

"Goodnight y/n"

I left.

Once I reached my room I opened the door to get to bed before anyone seen me.

"Late to bed are we?"

Lucius was sitting in the corner with a book.

"We're a little behind on some sessions now aren't we?" He stood from his chair

I wanted to stop him, I remember he didn't know Draco told me everything...he's still playing the part.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs throwing me into a small room. He strapped me down

"My son always hogging you for himself...do you fancy my son miss Jones?" He smirked dragging a small dagger down my collar bone.

"No it's not like that" I whimpered

"Whether you like it or not...you were draco's task...you belong to him" He dug the dagger into my shoulder

I screamed out as I felt the blood run down my arms

He continued to carving the dagger further and further, finally stopping at my neck.

"Maybe now you'll remember who you belong to"

"I'm done with you! Go to bed...and try not to bleed over my manor!" He demanded

He untied me as I stumbled out of the room and up the stairs. Blood dropping as I tried catching it in my hand

I walked into my room and went straight into the shower. I fell to the ground letting the water clean of the dried and wet blood.

The water against the fresh carvings, stung through out my entire body.

I thought he was good?

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