Permanent Scars

Permanent Scars

Draco Malfoy was handsome, austere and cold. His silky pale hair fell over his ears and forehead in an effortlessly sexy way. His eyes were dark grey, arrogant and watchful. He was the end result of hundreds of years of the best pure-blood stock, and it showed in the graceful features, the long slender fingers, the well made body. Everything about him said breeding, class and money. His school robes were of the finest cut, the cloth specially imported from Italy. His shoes were the softest leather. All of his life he had been pampered, spoiled and made much of. Any kind and loving qualities that he had once possessed (he had by nature a very affectionate personality) had long ago been weeded out, leaving only the cruel, heartless and sadistic tendencies so prized by his family and their friends.

The cutting away of every good characteristic that Draco had possessed had turned him into a monster. He was cruel and sadistic. He especially loved to inflict pain upon women. He would slash away at their flesh with a whip or a belt until it turned scarlet and bled. The sight of the blood and the sound of the women's anguished screaming made his cock harden; it excited him so much to him it was better than sex.

Almost no girl would stay with him for long; they were unable to endure his violent urges. There was only one girl that not only seemed able to endure Draco's sadistic behaviour, but seemed to revel in it. That girl was Pansy.

The more callous and cruel Draco was to her, the better she liked it. She loved the idea of giving up all control to him... of him dominating her. Once he had beaten her with a whip so badly that she could barely get her clothes on without fainting from the pain.

Sometimes when she was alone in the dorm she would stand naked with her back facing the mirror, looking at the scars that he had left on her, marking her as his property; he owned her.

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Draco was busying himself for another day at Hogwarts. The dorm was still quiet, everyone else asleep. Draco preferred to get up early; he enjoyed taking a long hot shower in peace and quiet. The time in the shower was his time to think, and what he was thinking about right now was his "date" the night before with Pansy.

He had taken her to a room near the Potions classroom. It was the room where Filch kept the chains and manacles that he was always keen to use on misbehaving students. There were also chains attached to the wall that had leather cuffs that couldn't be unlocked by any spell.

How Filch longed for the good old days, when he could hang students from the walls and chain them up when they dirtied his newly mopped floors. Unfortunately for Filch, Dumbledore wouldn't allow it. Draco, however, made sure the room got plenty of use.

As the hot spray of the water hit his face, he was enjoying replaying last night's little "session" over again in his head.

He had especially liked the way Pansy had looked after he had whipped her, the blood running down her back. He loved hearing her shriek in agony. He had forced her down on the ground, and when her raw and bloody back had hit the floor, oh how she had screamed! It was making him hard all over again just thinking about it. After he had thrown her onto the floor, he had torn her panties off and forced himself inside her, slamming hard, not caring if he hurt her. The memory of it made him smile. It had taken Pansy an hour and a half to clean all the blood and mess off the floor.

Draco turned the shower off, dried himself, put his robe on and headed back to the dorm. "Hmm," he thought to himself, "wonder what Pansy is doing tonight."

Whistling happily to himself, he got dressed, combed his hair and grabbed his book bag. He then sauntered across the dorm, down the stairs, and towards the Great Hall.