Hermione struggled uselessly against her bonds. She struggled and cried and screamed until her throat hurt and she almost lost her voice, drawing further laughter from the audience, but it was all futile. It felt like it would never stop. As if she were trapped in the sickest purgatory imaginable. There was only one way out, only one way to end it, to stop seeing it. She wished she’d rather go blind than be forced to do it. But it was the only way. Draco’s eyes didn’t leave her face even for one second but he also didn’t slow his pace as he fucked someone else right in front of her. Defiant. There was no trace of remorse in him. The word was on the tip of Hermione’s tongue. The safe word.