Harry had met Steven when Lizzy was around 3 and a half. At first he had been just like anyone customer at the whore house, he came and went without much fuss, he had even help Harry to calm Lizzy after she escaped the brothel owner�s office where she spent the nights. But as time went on Steven became violent, he would take out his anger on Harry and got off on Harry�s pain.
Harry had repeatedly appealed to the owner to send Steven away when he came but the women refused repeatedly, he later found out that Steven paid her extra to allow his visits. Harry also knew that Steven was the reason that the mistress was so much against him getting a proper job, she appreciated the extra income.
It had been awhile before Lizzy and Mrs K had worked out what was happening. One night he had come home with a bruise down one side of his face, Lizzy had confronted him about it and dragged him over to Mrs K�s who had gone as far as to complain to the mistress about it but she was told that it was the risk take when getting involved with such a business and had been thrown off the property.
He had thought that he had finally managed to get away through his illness, but it now seemed that Steven had followed him into the wizarding world.
Once he had managed to get his breathing under control Harry pushed off of the tree and stood up, intending to go back to the house before anyone noticed that he was gone, he had already broken his promise to Auror Freedmen by leaving the garden. He decided to return to the house and excuse himself for the rest of the day, he would tell Mrs K that he was leaving but not Lizzy, she would only worry and was enjoying the day too much for him to interrupt and spoil it for her.
Harry turned then back-pedalled.
�There I was thinking that this day was going to be dull, who would have known that my favourite toy would be here.�
�I am not your toy Steven, I never was and I never will be.� Harry backed away as Steven approached, ending with his back up against a tree.
�But you were, could still be it you weren�t so frigid, Kitten.� Steven kept coming until he was standing right up close to Harry, he then put his hands on the tree on either side of Harry�s head.
�Don�t call me that and you know full well why I left.�
�And you know full well that I will never let you go, I don�t care, Kitten, I�ve had HIV for 9 years and I�ve had AIDS for the last 5.�
�You knew you had it and yet you still go round risking other people�s lively hood for your own pleasure!?�
�No, it was only ever you Kitten, you were special. Plus there was some random out there who was willing to pay me big if I did. How could I refuse an offer like that?�
�What!?�
�Its quite simple really some guy in a white mask comes and offered me a heap of cash if I found you and gave you HIV. I found you gave you the virus and found I quite liked fucking you so I came back for more.�
�Why? Why would you do that to me? How could you do that to me!?�
�It was my pleasure, Kitten.� Steven swooped down and claimed Harry�s mouth with his.
Harry struggled against his hold and pushed him away.
�Leave me alone.�
But Steven moved his hands off the tree, onto Harry�s shoulders pinning him to the tree, then pressed his body up against Harry�s.
�No, not when I could have another go at your sweet ass.�
Steven pushed his mouth against Harry�s again, this time pushing his tongue inside, which Harry bit down on hard. With a roar, Steven jerked away and slapped Harry hard across the face.
�If I were you Kitten I would do as you�re told, you know I will take any excuse to teach you a lesson and now there is no Brothel mistress to repay if the damage is permanent.�
Steven pushed himself closer against Harry�s struggling form and bit down hard on Harry�s collar, drawing blood and causing Harry to cry out.
Harry half hoped that someone in the distant garden would hear him, but then, this was a side of him he wanted no one to see, especially Lizzy.
Steven�s hand wandered under Harry�s shirt and up to his chest, cruelly pinching and twisting the two nubs there. Harry bit his lower lip t pry and stay quiet, he decided that allowing Steven to do what he wished was better then the embarrassment of the Christmas party arriving on the scene and was likely to be less painful, but he would stay silence so as not to allow Steven the pleasure of knowing this was effecting him.
Steven grabbed a handful of Harry�s shirt and yanked, ripping the worn fabric in half. He used the remains to bind Harry�s wrists before returning his attention to Harry�s torso.
�Ah Kitten your making this too easy. What�s the fun if you don�t play hard to get?�
Harry stared of into the distance, �switching off� for the juration of the experience, a technique he had used frequently as a whore, sadly it didn�t work so well when he was in pain. Something Steven knew well. So when a knee slammed into his groin and stayed pressed there pushing him against the tree, Harry snapped his attention back to the present.
�You�re not paying attention, Kitten,� He pressed hard with his knee till Harry whimpered. Steven smiled at the noise and pressed again till Harry repeated it. �Kitten��
�Don�t call me that,� Harry hissed again.
�There we go, that my Kitten, I knew you were in there somewhere.�
Steven continued speaking about some previous encounter between them when Harry had been particularly feisty but Harry tuned him out again. He vaguely felt the knee in his groin being replaced with a hand undoing his Jeans. Harry could tell that Steven was getting frustrated and Harry soon found himself facing the tree. He lending his head against the side of the tree and predicting what was going to happen next, waiting for it to be over.
Harry saw movement in the bushed opposite him and turned attention to that, hoping a gnome or small animal would appear and divert his attention. Instead he found exactly what he had been trying to avoid.
Apparently, after lunch the kids had decided to have a game of Quidditch, they had instead discovered the scene before them. He could see almost all of the older children there, some were flying back the way they came on the brooms they brought with them for the game; the rest were rooted to the spot.
CONTINUE TO PART 2