Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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TW: the following content contains sexual assault. Please read with caution.

Athena Jones

I've been screaming for so long, it's been hours why isn't anyone here to take me out of here, I've tried my best to use my magic but these restrainted hands are of no use.

The cold stone walls of the Azkaban cell seemed to close in on me with each passing minute. The damp, musty air made it difficult to breathe, and the constant hum of the dementors outside the barred window sent shivers down my spine.

I kept repeating to myself, Draco will come, Nicolas would, my mother would. My friends would. They wouldn't leave me here.

Hours passed, but no one came. I felt alone, abandoned. I tried to use my magic to loosen the restraint on my wrists, but it was too strong, and each attempt was met with an electric shock that made my whole body tremble.

The only sound that echoed through the cell was the distant clanking of metal chains, and the occasional faint whisper of the dementors as they glided past the cell door, searching for souls to feed on.

Suddenly I hear the click of the cell door opening, making me flich as I curled up in the corner. I watched with bated breath as the cell door creaked open, casting a sliver of light into the darkened room. My heart raced as I tried to make out the two figures slowly walking towards me, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls.

"And we meet again" the deep voice comes from behind the hood as one of the men stepped forward, removing his hood: Ethan Rosewood.

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as Ethan stepped out of the shadows, his cold green eyes glinting maliciously in the low light. I tried to scoot further back into the corner, desperate to keep as much distance between us as possible.

"What are you doing here?," I croaked, my voice raspy from hours of screaming.

Ethan let out a cruel laugh, "What do you think I'm doing here, sweetheart? You've landed yourself in Azkaban, and I couldn't miss the opportunity to pay you a visit," he said, his eyes raking over my body in a way that made me feel sick to my stomach. 

"Imagine my surprise when I heard you were locked up in here. I couldn't resist the opportunity to pay you a little visit. Right Rowell?" He nods at the man standing behind him

The other man, presumably Rowell, stepped forward and removed his hood, revealing his rat-like face and greasy hair. He looked me over with a predatory gaze, then let out a sickening chuckle. "Looks like we get a little private time with this one, Ethan"

I felt a pit forming in my stomach as Ethan and Rowell circled around me like vultures closing in on their prey."You know," Ethan said, running a hand through his greasy hair, "How much trouble I had due to you ratting about something that wasn't even a big deal if you could have stopped being a little baby about it" he reaches out and runs a finger down my cheek, and I jerk my head away from the touch.

"You deserve to be in here, sweetheart," he purred, "And now, I'm going to enjoy making you suffer for what you did to me" Ethan says gritting his teeth to which Rowell smirks

I scramble backwards, trying to put as much distance between myself and him as possible. "Leave me alone," I hiss, trying to keep my voice steady as my heart races with fear.

Ethan and Rowell exchange a look, then burst out laughing. "Leave you alone?" Ethan says, as if I'd said the most hilarious thing he'd ever heard.

"That's the last thing we're going to do," he chuckled, "After all, you deserve some payback for ruining my reputation. But don't worry, sweetheart, We're not gonna kill you. that would be too easy." He grins maliciously