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Post by Lena Marie Becket on Dec 23, 2011 18:35:02 GMT 1
“Yes, you can stop! You have to. Please. You don’t want to do this.” Her legs were moving, trying to get some type of leverage to push him away now because her hands were not going to move from above her head. His grip was too forceful, she would never be able to tug them out, though she kept trying all the same. Her focus was caught on his words for a split second as he mentioned pleasuring her. Her anger snapped back to attention as she snarled, “You’re trying to rape, not pleasuring me. This isn’t what I want, Kettleburn.” But that fight in her didn’t last but for a second when she saw him moving his hand to his pocket.
When he pulled out a handkerchief it didn’t take too much deductive thought to know what his next plan was and started whimpering, “No….no. Please, no.” She turned her head this way and that as much as him pinning her allowed her to do. She didn’t want to be gagged. But he was too strong and forced it between her lips all the same. She almost choked on her own when it finally hit home that she was completely unable to get him to stop and that he really was going to end up raping her. A small tear started to slide from the corner of her eye, leaving a promise for more.
And while the struggle was futile, he could obviously pin her and control her as much as he wanted to, Lena couldn’t stop fighting. If even there was the smallest moment where he let up his strength, she could get away. And she would keep trying for that, not giving up. She was a hard headed Gryffindor after all. It wasn’t in her to just roll over and give up and through her tears her eyes flashed hatred, promising retribution after all was said and done.
Even with a gag in her mouth she was still able to make sounds, an audible snort of disgust coming out to answer his false apology. Then his lips were on her and she turned pale, her skin crawling slightly where he touched. This wasn’t right. He shouldn’t be touching her like this. Her fight stuttered again as he started moving his hands all over her, panic getting tighter and tighter into her chest. Lena didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t fight him off, though she kept trying, she couldn’t call for help, and she couldn’t do anything. She was at this insane professor’s mercy, and there was nothing she could do about it. Tears were a slow but steady stream down her face now as she kept mumbling into the rag the same word over and over. “No.” Why couldn’t someone be around and save her?
this is for SIRI! it came out to be a lovely 469 words long, and my character is wearing something like CLOTHES. She'll start giving in when he pushes her harder.. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.
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Post by Silvanus Kettleburn on Jan 24, 2012 19:12:12 GMT 1
The "r" word caught Silvanus off-guard. He looked at Lena in a confused fashion but neglected to look her in the eyes. He ignored her, just like he ignored all of her other pleas and cries. It was too late for him; there was no way that he could turn back now. She was his, she just had to be. If not - he didn't want to think of the future of his career. He tried not to look at the tear on her cheek but couldn't help but feel choked up himself. Silvanus felt so... desperate.
"Why can't you just love me back?" he shouted at her. Being gagged, there was obviously no way that she could answer. He fought back the tears in his own eyes as he proceeded to do what he wished that he wasn't. He didn't know if his eyes looked wet, but he certainly knew he was holding them back. How could he turn back now? If he was to stop now, it would be just as bad as if he finished. Maybe, just maybe if he followed through with what he was doing, she would see how perfect that they were for each other. Silvanus refused to accept that he had misjudged Lena this severely.
Silvanus at least tried to be tender with her, but how tender could one be when they were attacking someone else? He tried to not be aroused, but there was just something in the man's brain that didn't allow him to think in the normal way. There was something preventing him from stopping. For a moment, he paused and moved back to just look at her. His eyes were definitely noticeably wet. He gently moved a few strands of her hair out of her face and there was an apology in his eyes that he just couldn't bring himself to verbalize any further. It was like he was fighting with two different sides of himself, but the side that was winning wasn't the side that Lena was going to like.
((One more post from you and then we'll skip over the actual act?))
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Post by Lena Marie Becket on Jan 28, 2012 8:53:02 GMT 1
The gag was starting to hurt because it was pushing into the corners of her lips, rubbing them almost raw as she continued to try and get it off or at least loose so she could talk. But it wasn’t moving and she just ended up hurting herself instead. At his sudden yell Lena froze and stared at him, even more frightened by the anger in his voice. Rape was one thing. He hurting her with a curse or by his bare hands was another thing. She really didn’t want the rape to escalate to murder; Lena had heard too many stories about such things back home in London. Living on her own was a scary thing, being a witch or not, so she had always tried to follow the news to be knowledgeable about what bad people were out and about in her town.
Did he really want love from her? She tried to wrap her mind about how he had gone from being the worst teacher she had ever met in her life, to being concerned for him a little because he had saved her life from the thestral, to being completely terrified that he was going to rape her, and now she was in shock that the man that had done all these things to her imagined himself In Love with her. It was almost too much to think about and Lena quickly tried to think of something else and focus on other things. She hadn’t given up the whole fight yet, still trying to push against him occasionally, but she had accepted that he was going to rape her. As much as one could accept something like that, with no help possible or on the way, and your whole world turning gray and having almost an out of body experience like it wasn’t even her anymore.
That was when she noticed that the wetness on her face wasn’t just from her tears, but that he was crying as well. And when he stepped back her heart soared for a moment, hoping that he had decided to stop and was shifting, getting ready for that conclusion. Sadly, that wasn’t the look in his eyes and even though he was touching her hair gently, she saw that he had no plan to stop and the hope died a swift and painful death in her chest. Her eyes, which had just lightened to a golden color with hope, dulled back to a dark brown.
this is for SIRI! it came out to be a lovely 415 words long, and my character is wearing something like CLOTHES. yeah, we can skip ahead. ^.^ we probably need to get started on the Sirius and remus thing too. Would it make more sense for Remus to notice first or Sirius?. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.
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Post by Silvanus Kettleburn on Jan 29, 2012 16:41:40 GMT 1
Silvanus slowly dressed himself again. He felt oddly numb as he put his tie on around his neck. He couldn't look at the girl he had just attacked. He felt shamed, but it was almost like a third person was feeling shame for him because the feeling wasn't coming from deep inside. It was like when someone feels shame while reading a horrific newspaper article. It was almost like his brain refused to admit to himself that he had been the one who had gone after Lena. It was like he had just walked in on someone doing the act. Regardless, he made the slow walk back over to his desk. He assumed that Lena hadn't moved considering he hadn't heard her do so. His steps echoed in his office. He felt like he had suddenly gained one hundred pounds; and all of that weight was on his shoulders. He reached into his desk and pulled out the wand that he had confiscated from Becket. Instead of walking back over to her, he merely tossed it to the floor in front of her.
Silvanus turned his back on her with his mind running a mile a minute. What was he to do now? She was no doubt going to tell someone.
"Your detention is over," he said in the clearest voice he had all night.
As he was trying to come up with an escape plan, he realized that he couldn't give up so easily. Leaving the school was no doubt an admission of guilt. All Silvanus could hope for was that the plan formulating inside of his head would follow through with the person he wanted to help him, and that Lena wasn't going to tell anyone that night. He immediately tried to think of where Bridgette was that night. He was going to have to find her, no matter how late it was.
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Post by Lena Marie Becket on Jan 30, 2012 4:28:16 GMT 1
Finally. Finally her hell was done. She hurt all over, tears were still falling down her face, but he had finally finished with her and got up. All she wanted to do was get up and run out but she honestly didn’t think she could move just then. Not after what happened. Her bruises weren’t the only things that hurt. She had been a virgin when he attacked her and now she couldn’t even want to think about how she would never feel whole again. She had actually bled when he moved inside of her and broke her maidenhead. The blood was dry on her skin now but the memory of it would haunt her. How could she ever think of herself as she had before ever again? Her dark eyes just stared down at the floor as she curled up in on herself, trying to come to terms with what had just happened, plus all the events that would now occur. Would she be able to act like nothing had happened? Go on about her life? Lena didn’t think so and she was already worrying about the lies she would have to come with so that Remus and Sirius wouldn’t worry about her.
Slowly she started gathering her clothes, and putting them back on, taking her time because it just hurt way too much. She would have to look up healing spells tomorrow so that she could hide all the marks and so that she could get rid of her pain herself. The Infirmary was not a choice. If Madam Pomfrey saw her, she would know what had happened and it would all get out. Honestly, Lena just wanted to forget it had all happened and to try and move on with her life. Getting Kettleburn fired would just make everyone look at her differently and some would maybe even blame her for it and say that she deserved it. So, the only thing that she could imagine happening, would be ignoring the whole thing, dropping out of the class, and never speak of it.
At her wand being thrown at her in the middle of her pulling her shirt on she gasped and flinched away, worried, but when she noticed that it was just her wand she snatched it up and held it against her chest, taking a few deep breaths, momentarily thinking about cursing him but decided that she would be the one in trouble and shook her head at herself, finishing up getting dressed. His speaking just made her shutter in disgust and once she was sure she had all of her things, Lena got up and left as quickly as she could, even though it hurt to just move let alone walk. She just wanted to curl up in bed and cry and fall asleep. If only this had been a bad dream that she could wake up from in the morning and nothing had happened.
this is for SIRI! it came out to be a lovely 491 words long, and my character is wearing something like CLOTHES. I can't really think of anything else that would happen now.. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.
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Post by Silvanus Kettleburn on Jan 30, 2012 15:57:52 GMT 1
OOC: Wow, that was a really good post o.0 Nothing more to add so...
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