We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

111| Disgraced

!!!TRIGGER WARNING!!!
-This chapter might be a bit disturbing-

Y/N POV

Not having the slightest hint of what happened before, what was happening at the time, neither what would happen next was truly frustrating. Things seemed to be beyond common sense even when the attempts to fathom it all out were done ceaselessly.

Still, nothing crossed the mind and so, nothing was borne seemed to hold water.

It was quite strange to have grasped one's consciousness all of a sudden, right in the middle of a certain point during a moment no one would conceive. My senses worked perfectly, yet the control wasn't for me to own.

It felt like this body wasn't mine as if my physical form was possessed, obliging me to stay somewhere down in the vicinity of subconsciousness.

It knocked a realisation to me; someone hijacked me and I was hag-ridden before I could do anything.

"Moan."

Draco?

"Is this how you fuck?"

Then a thwack sound echoed once the punch hit my nose.

Blood trickled down, coursing past my lips when a hard slap kissed my cheek and I bloody cried instantly as if this wasn't something I was used to get during a play. However, there was never a single drop of blood to be shed in any play before.

Draco never hurt me this much.

I was able to feel the pain; no, I felt something way more than just pain from the hard impact.

I could follow my nerves to perceive the burst of those tiny blood vessels in real-time. It popped just like how a grenade would explode when the pin was pulled. The difference was the grenades that resided in my nose cavity were atomic size ones, yet the effects still held the same price.

Along with the bones being crushed, they were reformed as pieces of swords, impaling out my flesh. The sound when they broke into fragments was so clear to my ears, almost like I was a little person living in the cave inside my own nose that whatever happened, the effects were thousand times more definite.

There I got a broken nose. He bloody broke my nose.

It was tormenting to be able to sink into the depth of sense, minus the ability to overpower it.

This was next level.

"Moan or I'll kill you."

I was aware of everything he was doing. The cock pounding inside me, the rope shackling my hands on my back and the blindfold blocking my sight of everything. Yet I couldn't fight back since my command wouldn't go straight to my brain. It stayed merely as a dead will.

"Draco . . . it hurts, I'm bleeding."

Who the hell dares to speak for me?

Evil laughter filled the air. My cheeks were groped abruptly, hot breaths pierced my skin. It stank so bad as though he had just eaten tons of anchovies and didn't have the time to brush his teeth. My stomach tied to a knot just by inhaling his breath.

It was unlike the usual Draco, truly.

My Draco always smelled like cool and lavish stuff—like those peppermint flavoured sweets he loved or those fancy cologne nobody could afford other than the rich. He just smelled expensive and boys would envy him while the girls were going crazy over him; that was all, the fact.

Even the hand that grabbed my face right now felt different. It was rough and had uneven texture, and most importantly, I didn't feel the spark when he touched me. In fact, I didn't feel love or anything near ecstasy whenever he glided in—no matter how hard his strike was, the pain was the only thing sensible.