"N-No... let m-me go-go!" he cried out.
                              
Laughter erupted around him as he flashed back out of it to welcoming embrace of the SAD members.
                              
"Let you go? Keeping begging, Death Eater-scum. It's time to take the rest of your pride. You're a traitor to wizards everywhere. You are a killer, torturer, and a pureblood fascist. Time to show the world your shame," the icy voice of the leader said, as they threaded their fingers through his hair and yanked it back. Draco's vision blurred, again, shifting almost seamlessly from present to past without delay.
                              
Rabastan laughed as he pulled on his hair to control his movements. He leaned in pressing his body into Draco's. "My, you look so pretty with your hair long. Is that cause you like taking it... just like a woman? My little blond whore. You are mine to fuck... aren't you?"
                              
"No..." Draco whispered, and he tried to pull out of his grip and crawl forward, to try to get away. But Rasbastan let go of his hair to wrap his hands around his throat. He forced him backward, as Rabastan's knees roughly separated his thighs. "Don't!" he sobbed.
                              
Rabastan laughed louder. Draco couldn't do anything as he roughly stabbed his prick into him without warning, not that he had ever been gentle before. He screamed and loudly. Rasbastan wanted him to feel it as he pulled back out, before slamming back into him... over and over as he screamed. Fenrir's urging cries could barely be heard as his uncle brutally fucked him into the mattress, tearing him open. It burned and he felt each acutely sharp stab. He yanked uselessly on the straps and tried to pull away, but Rasbastan still had a tight grip on his throat, he could barely breathe. 
                              
"Come on, bitch! Beg!" he rasped, thrusting harder and faster, as Draco begged him to stop. 
                              
Voldemort and Fenrir laugh at his pleas. Rasbastan finally shot his load into him and collapsed on top of him. He let go of his throat and air came rushing back in. Draco's tears were blinding him, and his uncle punched him in the side a few times, before pulling out. Draco cried out in pain, it hurt so much: his muscles from trying to resist, his throat from his grip and his... ass. It was hurting more than ever before. 
                              
"Wiggled like a nubile whore..." Rasbastan said, and then slapped his ass, in a humiliating way.
                              
He got off him and Draco cringed when he caught sight of his dick... covered in what he realized was his blood. Everything hurt as he tried to curl up, moving toward the bars that bound his hands.
                              
"Your turn, Fenrir. Have fun," his rapist said, joyfully as Draco's heart stopped, realizing that he had stupidly thought it was over. It was never over.
                              
The feral growl of the werewolf was nothing like a wolf or man. He was a horrible beast, the worst parts of both worlds. Draco gripped the steel bedframe, as though his life depended on it, but the wolf grabbed his legs, his nails digging painfully into his skin, again, and pulled him backward, breaking his grip. He pulled until there was no slack in the ropes. Draco tried to get away, but the wolf's hands gave nothing and only bruised him more. 
                              
"N-No... no!" he gasped, trying uselessly to escape 
                              
"Hold still!" he growled, as both of his hands gripped his shoulders. It was happening, again, and Draco could do nothing to stop it.
                              
Suddenly, Draco felt a sharp pain in his side, and he snapped out of it. He was still being held on the floor by the asshole members of SAD, but there was pain coming from his ribs, where the leader still was. He sat on top of him and Draco could feel that he, was a he.
                              
"Wake up! Death Eater!" he growled. "I want you to watch me doing this! Not listen to you moan."
                              
Draco swore internally. Merlin only knows how long he was out of it and what he said. He winced as the leader poked a burning spot in his side... the spot where he had been cut with the knife his assailant was holding.