Now he's more powerful than me. I'm not surprised he has decided to retaliate for the way I used to treat him. In fact I suppose he has chosen me to take revenge on everything and everyone: his Muggle relatives, the Dark Lord, the Headmaster. What I didn't expect was that his vengeance would take a sexual form. Perhaps because he believed nothing would be more humiliating to me.

The first time, I didn't resist. My experiences among the Death Eaters had taught me that resisting was always the worst option. He took me against my desk, with no preparation. It must have been painful for him, too. But now he's beyond pain.

He arrives every night and repeats the ritual, ravaging me in the most painful positions and without any kind of preparation or foreplay. While he rips my flesh and muscles and thrusts wildly into me, he calls me his whore, and declares his loathing and despise for me in every possible way.

He comes inside me biting his own lip not to cry. Sometimes he collapses over me, inert for a few seconds. I never touch him. I keep still and wait until he withdraws and says that I am nasty and disgusting, and that he only keeps me to rape me.

Now I have become accustomed to his actions, and I almost look forward to his arrival.

And today I came for the first time. I grabbed the edge of my desk with both hands while my seed spurted irrepressibly. He stopped dead, and when my spasms subsided and I opened my eyes, he was staring at me, as if in panic.

He couldn't go on. He slid out of me, bent over and started to throw up.

I wondered if seeing my climax had been such a disgusting experience to him.

But then I realised that the vision of my orgasm had awakened him from his nighmare of hatred, and now he couldn't stand the guilt for his own actions.

I'm afraid he'll never come back.

The End