Remus never knew his own blood could taste so bittersweet in his mouth, or feel so warm trickling down between his thighs.
The tip of the knife swirled in languid circles across his back, dipping lower; then it suddenly twisted deeper into his flesh. Remus gasped and arched sharply, but the bonds around his wrists kept him restrained to the ornate bed. He clawed the sheets and gritted his teeth as the knife idly outlined the grotesque pattern it had carved on his skin.
"Last chance," came the soft, cruel tone, sharper than the blade.
"Never," Remus spat, writhing desperately, in vain. "I’ll never tell you."
His eyes watered in humiliation as smooth fingers slid inside him, flexing deeply. He closed his eyes; he would not beg. The fingers withdrew, and a hard length shoved up against the entrance of his body — then impaled him with a single, brutal stroke.
He cried out, jerking away; but strong hands gripped him tightly, holding him down.
"You’re so good at keeping secrets, Remus," the cold voice mocked him from behind. The cool body covered his, moving ruthlessly as it slammed into him.
Remus buried his face to muffle his screams, and the hand-woven silk sheets caressed the tears from his face as rough thrusts finally gave way to climax; the explosion of violent heat ripped him apart, tainting him forever.
Remus kept his eyes closed, too numb to move. He felt the smooth hands fall away, leaving dark bruises on his raw skin. Then the bonds were cut; he slid off the bed, crumpling to the floor. He curled up brokenly, and a soft, choked sob escaped his lips.
Lucius Malfoy straightened, a satisfied smile on his face. "Now you have another secret to keep for the rest of your life."
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