Chapter 1: Midnight Revelations
Severus lay sprawled across his bed, the cool sheets clinging to his bare chest as it rose and fell with each heavy breath. Two days. Two agonizing days since Minerva had vanished without a trace, and her absence gnawed at him, a persistent ache that refused to dull. His thoughts swirled with her image—those sharp green eyes, that commanding presence. Where the hell was she?
A sharp knock shattered the silence of the night. Severus jolted upright, his dark hair a tousled mess as he strode to the door, clad only in loose trousers. He flung it open, ready to snap at whoever dared disturb him at this hour—and froze. There she stood. Minerva. But not the Minerva he knew. Her head was adorned with delicate, twitching cat ears, and a fluffy tail swayed nervously behind her. She was naked, her body a canvas of brutality—blood streaked across her skin, bruises blooming on her arms and thighs, burns scarring her chest. A collar encircled her neck, a cruel chain dangling from it, and her emerald eyes shimmered with a cocktail of fear and desperate hope.
“Minerva…” His voice was a low growl, shock and rage warring within him as he took in the bites, the hickeys, the dried evidence of someone else’s claim on her trembling form. Her tail flicked erratically, ears pressed flat against her head.
“Severus,” she rasped, her voice broken, barely above a whisper. “Please… let me in.”
He stepped aside, his jaw tight, and as she stumbled past, he saw the full extent of her torment—lash marks crisscrossing her back, her body shuddering with every step. She turned to face him, her hands instinctively covering herself, though it did little to hide the damage. “Don’t… don’t fuck me,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. “I can’t take it again. I won’t survive it.”
His dark eyes narrowed, searching her face. “You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?”
“N-no,” she stammered, her tail whipping side to side, betraying her lie.
“Liar, little kitten,” he said, his tone sharp but laced with a dangerous softness. “You know I don’t tolerate deceit.”
She flinched, scrambling back into a corner, her ears twitching in distress. “No, please! I’ll do anything—anything but that! I’ll… I’ll give you a blowjob, just don’t take me again. I’m begging you!” Her voice cracked, raw with desperation.
Her words hit him like a curse, and his temper flared. “Calm yourself, Minerva!” he barked, louder than intended. A sudden jolt of electricity shot through her collar, and she yelped, collapsing to her knees. Before he could stop her, she lunged for his trousers, trembling fingers fumbling with the fabric as she tugged them down. Her hands, bruised and shaking, wrapped around his cock, stroking tentatively before her lips brushed against the tip.
“Stop!” Severus snarled, gripping her throat—not to harm, but to halt her. Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, told him everything. She was drugged, her mind not her own. “You’re not in control, damn it. I’m not some beast to take advantage of you like this.”
But the collar sparked again, and she whimpered, a pitiful mewl escaping her lips as she pressed forward, driven by whatever cruel magic bound her. He shoved her back gently, repeatedly, his hands firm but careful. “I won’t hurt you, Minerva. I won’t make this worse.”
Her resistance faltered, and he scooped her up, ignoring her weak hisses and scratches as her feline instincts flared. “Enough of this,” he muttered, carrying her to the bathroom. She squirmed, her tail lashing against his arm, but he held firm, washing away the blood and grime with a tenderness that belied his harsh exterior. “You’re safe with me, whether you believe it or not.”
Once clean, he wrapped her in a soft towel, drying her shivering form as her ears twitched with every touch. He draped a blanket over her shoulders and pulled her against his chest, her back to him, his arms a protective cage. “I’m here,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble. “No one else will touch you. Not while I’m breathing.”
Her tail curled instinctively around his leg, a small, unconscious gesture of trust, even as her body remained tense. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, her scent—wild and intoxicating—filling his senses. He could feel the heat of her skin through the blanket, the memory of her lips on him burning in his mind. But he held back, knowing one wrong move could shatter her completely. For now, he’d be her shield, her sanctuary… but the hunger in his veins simmered, waiting for the moment she’d be whole again, ready to claim what they both craved.
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