Chapter 1."Mudblood Chambers"

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I'm squeezed by these bare gray walls, they've become my prison and my home. I lost track of time. How long have I been here? A month? A year? For an eternity... Everything in this place is saturated with dampness, destroying all living things. And how am I still holding up? Since I got here, I haven't seen the sun, not a single ray. The only light source is 2 candles, which He kindly provides me with. I'm also very cold. There's a fireplace here, but She doesn't allow it to be heated, and the warmth of His body is the only thing that warms me.

He calls this room "Mudblood Chambers". His family finds it funny. But what are chambers? A huge soft bed, beautiful furniture, silk fabrics, an exquisite interior and an abundance of gold, silver, jewelry – cosiness, comfort and peace. And what is this place? Dirty earth floors where worms live; rough concrete walls that tear my body into blood when He throws me into them in a fit of rage; the lack of furniture, except for one narrow, hard bed, on which He does whatever he wants with me, while I beat against the boards, sticking splinters into me, from which a squishy mattress does not save me.

It's so dismal and dreary here. I'm pining with longing. I don't read, I don't do magic – I'm forbidden. My only friends are rats, who seem to be preparing to eat me. My only joy is Him. And every day, wrapped in a thin blanket in the hope of getting warm, I sit for hours on the bed and peer at the door, listening to the footsteps in anticipation.

I'm waiting for Him to come and brighten up my loneliness, give my life meaning. With Him, the whole world is different, everything is fine and calm with Him, and only in His arms do I realize that it is worth it. All these difficulties and tortures that I go through everyday are worth waiting for... and drowning in His love.

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The painful sounds of the chains cover me again. My delicate, pale skin aches from these scars and bruises. I'm suffocating from the hands on my neck and choking on my own blood.

A new wave of pleasure pierces my body, forcing me to writhe in His arms, crying out on the verge of pain and ecstasy.

His blood-drenched eyes stare hungrily at mine. He tightens up, seeing that I feel good. He doesn't like my pain enough, He doesn't like my pleasure. He is ready to cut, bite, beat, rape me, cause as much pain as possible. He likes mistreating over me. Everyday He walks away, leaving me exhausted, with new wounds, so satisfied, so happy, as She will never make Him.

However, now His gaze is filled with hatred. What did I do wrong again? I feel so good with Him despite what He makes me feel. Why is He dissatisfied again? Because I'm not good enough for Him. He loves me, but I'm not worthy of Him. A representative of the richest, most noble family of the magical world and a poor mudblood. I'll never be worthy of Him, but it's not necessary. I know that He loves me. This is proved by the fact that He doesn't let me go and will never let me go. He does things to me that he doesn't do to Her, because he loves me and doesn't love Her. And I love Him. I love Him for everything He does, for the honor of being completely His, which He gives me. And I'm happy.

*slap in the face*

- "YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!

Nooo! This is not normal. It shouldn't be like this! Wake up! Resist!

*slap in the face*

- KNOW YOUR PLACE MUGGLE WHORE!

Wake up! Wake up!

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"Wake up, Hermione! We'll be late for the transfiguration! Hermione, get up...