~ T.W: This chapter contains content that might be upsetting. Reader discretion is advised. Mentions of sexual assault and torture are included so please don't read if it makes you uncomfortable.~

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He should have been triumphant. He had gotten what he wanted and Eleanor Troy was finally under his control.

But he couldn't find the same satisfaction in it as he had thought he would before.

He knew that she loved Regulus and that thought always churned up his rage and jealousy. He wanted that man not only out of sight but out of life as well so that Eleanor would never even think of returning to him.

And now that he had finally acquired her, he would not let her go that easily either.

She belonged to him and he only discarded his belongings once they were of no use to him.

But there was a catch that he couldn't digest.

Even though he was able to claim her physically, her heart still beat for Regulus.

Such that every time he could hear her thinking about him, every time he was able to read her thoughts, there was so much concern for Regulus and Esmeralda that it enraged him.

And on the other hand, whenever he tried to reach out to her, she would flinch and draw back in alarm. She no longer said no to his advances but it was clear that every second of him being close to her was torture to her.

It was getting frustrating to the point that he wanted to show her what torture was compared to what she had been putting up with.

He stepped into her room and as it was past midnight, she was asleep. Closing the door and putting a spell on it so that no one would be able to come in or hear what was going on inside, he silently approached her.

Her dark brown hair were spread out on the pillow and in sleep, she looked much different than how he was accustomed to seeing her.

She was no longer struggling or burning up in rage at the moment. Although there were traces of worry on her face, right then she was still and tranquil.

She had not yet sensed his presence and woken up so he drew closer, wanting to touch her to make sure that she was really there and it was not some hallucination.

His index finger touched the soft lips that were parted, tracing the outline until she turned her head away in her sleep, unaware that he was hovering over her. That gesture only made him want to lock his lips over hers and steal the life inside her akin to a dementor.

But his eyes fell on the steady rise and fall of her chest, lingering on the blanket that covered the rest of her body.

He removed the blanket from her, eyes traveling down her figure hungrily. Even after all those years, he never could keep a leash on himself when he got close to her.

Those were very carnal human thoughts and he did not know why he still had them even though he had ascended to a more powerful state than that of mere humans. But with time, that uncontrollable lust he felt towards her had intensified and grown just like his greed for power and glory.

He considered what to do next. If she woke up, those tranquil features would contort in fear and anger and though it was quite a sight for him to see her react as such, it was still very rare to see her so peaceful instead.

Therefore, he took out his wand and muttered a temporary sleep spell, deepening her slumber so that she wouldn't wake up throughout the time he was with her.

Once the spell was cast, he put the wand aside and leaned down, sealing his lips over hers just like he had wanted to do so. She didn't pull apart nor did she move because she had no idea what was happening to her.

It was a form of helplessness in itself. A crippling ignorance due to the sleeping spell.

Just like Sleeping Beauty who was put to sleep for a thousand years and couldn't feel anything that happened to her until she woke up. In the version of the tale he had read back in the orphanage, a king passing through that forest had discovered the sleeping princess and taken what he wanted without her consent.

The situation wasn't much different right then.

He was going to take what he wanted and she could do nothing about it.

But her lips moved slightly as if she was going to utter something in her sleep and he bent closer to listen. However, the name that passed her lips sparked that lust into anger and his hand closed on her throat, considering whether to strangle her to death right then and there.

Each day and night she thought about Regulus. Even when asleep she would utter his name.

And it made him furious to hear that. It made an intense rage boil inside him such that he wanted to damage her intentionally as a punishment.

The marks of his fingers squeezing her throat were etched on her skin as he pulled his hand apart but seeing those bruises only provoked him further.

She belonged to him hence she wasn't allowed to even think of anyone else. And he was going to make that very clear to her by giving her the sort of punishment she would never forget.

Hours later, the effect of the spell wore off and Eleanor woke up, exasperated and struggling to breathe. 

An intense pain took hold of her shortly after and she recoiled in fear, feeling as if she had been ravaged overnight. And she knew there was only one person who could be responsible for that.

She did not know whether it was a horribly realistic dream or if she had truly been assaulted in her sleep. Much to her horror, the pain felt very much real and had not faded even after apparently waking up from that nightmare.

It was impossible for her to do anything to make him stop earlier because she couldn't bring herself to wake up, despite feeling those pointed nails dig into her flesh and those chapped lips close onto her skin hungrily. It was far too real to be a nightmare but she hadn't been able to wake up earlier, as if some spell had bound her to that state.

She shouldn't have expected anything less though; she was at the mercy of Lord Voldemort and that monster had no humanity left. She would have to live each day in that torture until or unless the Order was able to track the hideout and rescue her.

She hoped Regulus and Esmeralda had been able to find Sirius and get taken into the Order's protection. If that had been the case, the Order members would find a way to get her out of there.

But then a horrible thought gripped her heart; what if they did not come back for her? And even if they did, what if they would no longer rescue her? 

Because the mark on her arm now symbolized that she was a Death Eater, hence one of the enemy.

But it was no use thinking in that direction and the pain she was in currently made it hard for her to focus on anything else. She had to find some way to heal her broken self before Voldemort returned to mercilessly break her even more.

Her body ached terribly as she sat up, checking herself for any physical signs of injury. Her dress was intact but there was no knowing whether it had been torn earlier and fixed later by magic.

She removed the fabric carefully from the places it hurt most, finding freshly inflicted bruises on her pale skin. It hurt even upon the slightest touch and she held in the pain coursing through her the best she could.

Either he was in such a hurry that he did not heal the wounds he had left over her or he had taken his time to craft those injuries so that she would be in pain later. Any of those reasons could be possible considering his sadistic nature, and right then she was on the receiving end of his torture with no means of protecting herself.

Eleanor had given a huge sacrifice for the sake of Regulus and Esmeralda's freedom and deep down she knew that it was just as worse as being stuck in a time loop.

If she wasn't rescued soon, she might not be able to bear that torture repetitively and die in that very hideout, without laying eyes on Regulus ever again.

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