[Completed] Anne's malady is a curse, is it not? The newest Ravenclaw is not so sure. When all else fails, her Muggle upbringing provides a yet unexplored pathway. After all, the simplest explanation, however improbable, must be correct.
If only it...
"Let go of me," she writhes, struggling in his grasp even as her hair is being pulled up by the roots, making her eyes water, "I'm not a thing for you to own, Ominis!"
His slow, quiet laughter is somehow utterly terrifying.
"You can tell yourself whatever it is you want to tell yourself, dearest. But it won't change the truth."
He drags them over to the couch and throws her onto it face-first. She yelps as her bruised knee collides with the hard stone floor, tears escaping her eyes.
She lurches to get up but she is stopped by a knee pushing into her back, pinning her chest to the cushions.
"Now you, Sebastian... you have always been an obedient one. Take off her bottoms. Slowly."
Slender fingers wrap around her throat and squeeze. Not enough to restrict her breathing but enough to remind her it is a distinct possibility.
"And don't youdare kick him."
No. She kicks Ominis' ankle instead. In an instant, the hand on her throat becomes a vice grip and she chokes, brightly coloured circles blooming in her field of view.
"Take her clothes off, Sebastian."
Her vision vignetting at the edges, she struggles for every gasp as Sebastian unbuttons her skirts and unties the drawers before pulling them down. Slowly. His short nails run along her skin as he does so, scratching lightly and she can't help letting out a strangled moan.
"Good... keep going. Make her wet... but don't touch her greedy little cunt just yet."
His tight grip on her windpipe doesn't relent until her vision begins to vignette at the edges and she stops her flailing under Ominis' knee, fight going out of her with the lack of air, heartbeat thundering in her ears.
Sensing that, his fingers slacken but do not leave her neck which she is sure is going to be bruised.
"Are you done now?" She can hear the quirk of his brow in that haughty voice, along with the silent warning - choose your words carefully, little bird.
A part of her wants to submit and grovel at his feet for forgiveness, praying he would take mercy on her, on them. But... she was not wrong.
"Fuck you," she spits out, defiance in every syllable.
Sebastian freezes at her response as Ominis laughs.
"Tsk, such uncouth language... very well. If you insist on being a little brat, so be it," he grabs her by the chin and hauls her up to face him. She stares up at his unseeing eyes, "I shall have to break you."
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Anna can't help a smile spreading on her face.
It will be painful but she has never regretted letting Ominis have his way. No matter how brutally he might punish her, he will always put her back together once it's over.
