Behind Greenhouse 4 [LENA]

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Word Count: 362
Tagged: Mulciber

Where was everyone? Were people deaf, unable to hear him yelling after her, or their running down the hall? Not even the ghosts seem to show up and all the paintings seemed eerily silent for once. Lena didn’t know what was going on but this was definitely racking up to be one of the worst days of her life. She continued to run, though she could hear him getting closer and closer and it terrified her. Would he end up killing her once he grabbed her? He sounded mad enough. And that fear was what had her continuing to push forward and trying to make her legs run faster.

Lena had tried not to look back again once she’d come off the wall, not wanting to lose more running time. So when Mulciber suddenly leapt forward, she didn’t see it coming. She had seen the wall though and tried to ready herself for trying to move around that one better than the last, but at his jump, her plan failed completely. With the inertia of him coming at her, she slammed hard enough into the wall that her head actually snapped forward into it as well before she could protect it. She grunted in pain as her whole body ended up pinned against the wall, front side facing it, because of his bigger body and Lena tried to shake her head slightly to clear it of the pain and the fuzziness that came from her head having contact with the wall. She could feel something cold sliding down her face and she shivered in fear slightly, knowing that had to be blood. Lena tried to move him off but considering he was about twice as big as her and she was weak and stunned from the hit, it probably wasn’t doing much good. What was he going to do to her? She’d known it wouldn’t be pretty when he caught her and had stupidly thought she could run away if she had a head start. But she’d obviously seriously misjudged how fast he could move when he really wanted to. Lena would never make that mistake again, if she even survived this.

[mulci]

He had her! Now she'd see just how well her arrangement was working. Using his non-wand arm he pressed the meaty forearm against the nape of her neck, applying more than enough pressure t okeep her pinned. He wasn't even thinking about who might round the corner, or which portrait might wake up. All he cared about was that she got her just desserts.

"think you can run away, huh?" He brought his head near to her, using most of his considerable body weight to pin her. "Well?! huh?!" He shoved her a little, a strange thrill as adrenaline bloomed in his blood more so than before. He had seen a spot of blood on the wall, and he knew he must have caused it. He wanted to touch it and check, but he didn't want to touch muggle blood.

Now that he had his wand out, he let go with the forearm and grabbed her hair instead. It actually felt quite nice, she clearly loked after it well. But good hair wasn't going to save her if he had anything to say about it.

"Ugh. Look what you did, you stupid mudblood. You've dirtied up this clean wizarding walls." Glee slid into his tone as he continued. "I should make you clean iit up. " He tugged at the hair slightly, "fucking disgusting, you are, you know." He pointed hiswand at her and sent a scrubbing spell her way, hoping it would do more than just clean her up, maybe she'd feel the magic scratching at her, that'd be good.

She needed to realise that she was nothing but dirt. And dirt got cleaned up. So really he was just doing a public service. He should get an award for special services to the school. He laughed a little to himself. The sound wasn't the previous guffaw. it was colder and crueller. He reached into his pocket to see if he had anything he could use on her, but all he foundwere the stolen fizzing whizbees. He shoved a few in his mouth and ate them. Everyone said revenge was sweet, but philosophical mucliber knew that in fact, sweets were sweeter.

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Word Count: 325
Tagged: Mulciber

Lena bit her lip hard to keep herself from whimpering in pain as he pressed her even harder against the wall. This definitely wasn’t going to end pretty. She started praying that someone would come around the corner and find him hurting her and they would pull him off but no salvation seemed forthcoming at the moment. Damn her for not having her wand within easy reach. If she had, she’d be able to take care of him no problem. As it was, he was the one in control at the moment.

Her eyes turned toward him, it making her head hurt even more as she tried to watch him out of the far corner of her eye. She couldn’t help but grunt one more time as he shoved himself against her again and she tried to focus on just breathing for a second, with her lungs compacted like that. When she spoke her words were a little breathless and wheezy, but she was still able to get the words out. “Yeah….I thought I could.” That probably wasn’t the smartest thing to say but, well, it was out before she could hold it in.

She finally started breathing a little better when he pulled his arm off of her neck but her elation was short lived when he suddenly grabbed her hair and jerked her back with it. She definitely was scared right then, wishing there was some way for her to get out of the situation and protect herself. “If I’m disgusting, why did you try to hit on me?” Lena really didn’t know when to shut up and she snapped her eyes closed, waiting for his attack at her words. She yelped as he suddenly hit her with some kind of strong cleaning spell which rasped against her skin, scratching it all over slightly. The sound of his laughter made her keep her eyes tightly shut as she waited for his next move.

[mulci]

"Did I say you could talk, Mudblood?!" Of course he had asked her a question, but this didn't count to Mulciber's mind. As an upstanding member of wizarding society, she should only speak to him when he allowed it. ANd he was not currently doing so, if only for the perverse sadistic pleasure he was getting from feeling her writhe and hearin =g her distress.

To be honest, casually inflicting pain was a hobby of Mulciber's as any member of an opposing house's quidditch team will tell you, as well as half of the ravenclaw population. He was quite skilled at it as well, not to mention exceedingly creative. Household spells and objects became instruments of boyish torture in Mulciber's hands.

"What're you going to do now, eh?" He smirked and glanced about, just to check. "No-one's coming to get you, no-one cares about filthy. Little. Mud. Bloods." He punctuated each word with a slight yank to her hair.

To be fair though, she was still attractive, so he could just do what he liked. it wasn't like anyone would know. Even if she did tell someone, and Mulciber had been reliably informed that women who'd been ravaged tended not to, who was going to believe her? Defintely not the people who mattered.

HE leaned in closer and slid one hand to her thigh where the shorts met it. "Why do you think? You're still a bit of tail." The smirk grew and he pressed against her again. "And as an upstanding Pure-blood wizarding citizen, it's my right to take from you bottom-feeders anything I-" HE cut off sharply as he heard footsteps. Shoving her against the wall again, he muttered. "You aren't going to tell anyone about this. OR believe me, you'll wish I'd finished the job."
With that, Mulciber's heavy weight left her for good as he stepped back and straightened his trousers, then headed back out towards the grounds, as though nothing at all had happened.

He wasn't finished with her though, not by a long shot. Soon enough, he and Walden would have a leeeettle get together. and Becket would be the only other guest.

((Hope this is alright, couldn't think of what else to do, so is it alright to start wrapping this thread up?))

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Word Count: 481
Tagged: Mulciber

Lena flinched at his yell, pressing herself as close to the wall, and as far away from him, she could get. It wasn’t very far as he was still pressed against the length of her back. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, truly afraid of what he might do to her. She had heard about his love for hurting people and it really had been her fault she got in this mess. But no one should hurt someone else like this. If only she had her wand on her. He never would have been able to touch her then. She felt him move slightly as he spoke again, not away from her, but she couldn’t help but feel his body turning slightly. Lena kept her eyes closed as she pressed into the wall, both appreciating the cold against the cut on her head, as well as hating how cold it was on the rest of her body. She gasped in pain each time he pulled her hair. “Please stop!” sprung out of her mouth before she could keep it inside. Lena grit her teeth, mad at herself for begging for him to stop this pain. Her heart hurt inside of her chest from the fear as well as knowing he was right. No one was going to come for her, because they didn’t know she was missing. He could do whatever he wanted to right now and no one would know…

She bit her lip to force herself to focus more on the pain in her body than on the fact that she really wanted to cry. She had already begged him to stop. Lena would not lower herself for him to see her cry. Her eyes snapped open as she felt his hand on her thigh and she tried to jerk away from it but that only made her push into him so she quickly changed directions and tried to move away from his body again, figuring one hand was better than fully against him. She faced the wall, ice sliding through her veins as her heart pounded. He was going to rape her? ’Please, someone, don’t let him rape me.’ she sent the prayer up, hoping someone or something would hear it. She didn’t hear the footsteps but she did feel him shove her into the wall, making her hit her head again, as he growled at her a warning to not talk about what happened. Then, blissfully, she heard him leave, and Lena slid down the wall until she lay on the floor, not caring that it was dirty. She just couldn’t stand anymore after being so scared, and her head just hurt so much…. Thank god school was almost over. She wouldn’t allow him anywhere near her for the rest of the year.

((no, that’s fine. This can even be the ending post if you would like?))