Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 59 - The Pit

Chapter 59 – The Pit

Published: 10/23/2019

***TRIGGER WARNING*** We are going dark. Straight into flashbacks. DO NOT READ if you are easily triggered. I even cried when I wrote this chapter and I'm a bad-ass motherfucker. I published two chapters, so feel free to advance to the next one. I'll include a summary, if you so choose. But this is pain from start to finish. Here's the list: rape flashbacks, sexual assault, sexual coercion, bullying, mobbing, assault, gay-bashing, homophobic violence, offensive terminology, public shaming, humiliation, depression, disassociation, suicide ideation, attempted suicide. This is your only warning. Also, don't hate me.

Draco staggered backward into the wall as the masked stalkers started to approach him. He was shaking, knowing what was about to happen. There was nowhere to go. Draco lunged at a classroom door, hoping a small hope that he could put enough locks on it to keep them at bay, but it was locked. He went to another, but it also wouldn't open. Starting to panic, as the two groups were slowly closing in on him, he rushed forward trying to break their line. He didn't get far, and they knocked him to the ground.

"Grab him!" hissed one. Draco couldn't even tell if it was a girl or a boy.

Draco tried to crawl away, but when they grabbed him, his mental walls shook, having been so recently attacked. No, he told himself, but they grabbed his legs, dragging him back toward the others. He slipped back into the memory... the one he'd always kept under such tight locks in his mind. Voldemort, Fenrir and Rabastan were standing above him and, in desperation, he had scrambled to his hands and knees and bolted for the door. No order was needed on their part. Fenrir snatched his leg, entrenching his nails into his skin to the point that blood was coming out. Draco flailed around in a panic and dug his fingers into the broken cement floor, trying to find purchase. But Fenrir yanked his leg harder and his nails scraped uselessly across the floor.

"No, please!" Draco begged, as Rabastan and Fenrir pulled him to a bed that Draco hadn't noticed before. His breath caught, realizing what was about to happen. "No... I'm sorry!"

"Go head and scream all you want, boy. No one is going to help you!" his uncle growled.

Together, they lifted him onto the rickety bed, pinning him face-down on the blood-stained mattress. Draco didn't want to know what had happened. He was too focused on what was about to happen.

"No, I don't want to do this!" he cried, feeling the pressure on his back. Flash! The scene changed and he was out of his memories at Hogwarts and in no better condition, being pressed into the floor.

"You don't want to do this? Well, we want our friends and family back!" his masked captor growled. "You're going to get what's coming to you. Lift him up! I want my turn!"

The SAD group members picked him up then, hauling him to the wall and holding him there as they each took their turn hitting him. Draco almost felt relieved, as he wanted no part of slipping further into his memories. He did realize that one of them, presumably the leader, had red stripe going down the eyehole of their mask.

"Make him hurt," the red striped one ordered and the others didn't hold back their punches.

Draco tried to go numb, but he kept looking at the masks of his attackers, trying not to think of Voldemort's Death Eaters. Some hit him lighter than others, like they were younger or a girl, and a few even had beater's bats, but every one of them hurt. When they let go, he dropped to the floor, blood coming from his nose and a cut over his eye and dripping to the ancient brick. Suddenly, he was forced onto his stomach. His unknown assailants pressed firmly into his back and he fell right back in the flashback.