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Now children, I must warn you before you even think of reading this little fic, that I am setting the rating as R at least for this chapter, there will also be plenty of other chapters that will be required to have this rating. This chapter has sexual abuse, sexual violence, other forms of squicky behavior, slash (which isn't apart of the sexual depravity parts in case the order of this list offends anyone), H/Hr, SBRL, RW/LL, character death, vampires, love, an AU universe, dead characters walking etc. it is not going to be for the faint hearted. This fic is not going to be all violence and angst and squicky behavior but it is going to be in here so I am giving you a fair warning that it isn't all peaches and cream… fair warning and all that.

Welcome to my depraved imagination and one bitch of a plot bunny that I am currently tying to a stake, all ready for sacrificing to my muse in hope that this story gets finished, that it doesn't end up crap, and for reviews of course; now on with it. I think I would also like a beta if anybody is willing contact me.

DON'T LET THE FIRST PARAGRAPH PUT YOU OFF, IT'S MEANT TO BE SICK BUT IT GETS BETTER SO STICK WITH IT FOR AT LEAST THIS CHAPTER… PLEASE.

He gripped his cock harder, digging his nails into the velvety flesh. How he wished it were her hands, her nails, her teeth. He threw his head back as he came, his juices mixing with his blood. She was such an addictive poison. He had only just come from plundering her sweet innocent and yet, once out the door he was hard again from just the thought of her screams, her hate-filled glares. If there was a cure he didn't want it. This sweet torture should never have to end. He would make sure it wouldn't, he would make sure none of the others touched her, she was his. But first he needed permission from the dark lord.

Dolohov put himself away, and rose gracefully to his feet. As he walked out of his room and down the hallway to where the dark lord was holding council, he put his hand to his feeling the deep scratches she had inflicted on him, and he shivered. He could feel all his injuries rubbing against the course material of his robes, making him half-hard.

The other death eaters were in other camps around the country, all secure, all training facilities for those new recruits. Those who had been captured at the ministry were staying under the same roof with the dark lord, along with several other members of his inner circle, including Snape and Malfoy jnr. Both heralded for the death of Dumbledore and yet punished for their failure to carry out specific orders, as were they all. That however didn't matter anymore, none of it mattered anymore, his prize was his for the keeping if only he could play this right.

He reached the closed double door that hid the darklord away, manned by young Malfoy.

'I request an audience with the dark lord. Tell him it is regarding the prisoner.' The boy looked scared at facing his master. The idiot couldn't even hold a blank face. He was granted his audience after an appropriate wait. A common practice for the Dark lord aimed at disconcerting anybody. Once he entered the room he kept his eyes to the ground, moved to a predetermined spot ten meters in front of the snake like man, where he then bowed at the waist waiting for the dark lord's signal.

'Dolohov, what about the prisoner?' The man added a sibilant hiss to most words. It all added to his image as Slytherin's heir.

He straightened his back, looking into the red eyes of his master. 'My lord, forgive me for taking your time, she has been housed in the fifth cell, between fenrir's and the wild one we retrieved from Azkaban, sir.'

'Very well, you gave her an example of what was to come.' Voldemort's eyes flicked over Dolohov's, taking in the blood stains over his skin, and presumably on his black robes, and the deep scratches starting to scab across his hands, neck and face.

'Of course my lord, and I wanted to thank you for letting me have her.'

'first.'

'pardon, my lord?' he questioned, ducking his head at his forwardness.

The dark lord's eyes narrowed at his minion. 'I allowed you to have the little mudblood first, she will be entertaining the rest during her stay here.' Dolohov gave an almost imperceptible twitch of his head, before he caught himself. The dark lord rose to his feet, and stepped from his 'throne' held on a two stepped dais. Dolohov raised his head to the dark Lord as he held himself above the rest of the world.

'You have an issue with this?' He quietly hissed out. Dangerously.

'No my lord.' Dropping his eyes to the dark lords feet, vaguely noticing the other feet that surrounded the dais. He could only identify Lucius Malfoy by his cane, the others were only black boots covered by black robes.

'You want her for yourself.' It wasn't a question. 'How very selfish of you. Why would I bestow such an honor on one such as yourself? I think you forget yourself Dolohov.' Voldemort raised his wand 'Crucio'

Dolohov's screams echoed through the high vaulted chamber. Several deatheaters had to suppress a shudder as their loins tightened at the sound, others had to suppress an altogether different type of shudder, while outside the door, young Malfoy openly cringed, grabbing at his crotch to stop himself from wetting himself.

The dark Lord lifted the curse after 30 seconds, and couldn't suppress the slightest expression of amusement at the signs of orgasm from Dolohov. Such depravity.

'You shall be in charge of her punishments. She will be passed around throughout those here, you shall make sure she does not die on any of them, even if you have to watch some of those more… enthusiastic. However, anything short of death, blindness, muteness, or permanent harm to her face, or brain damage is admissible. You shall not prevent the others from their turns, you are free to her when there are no others, and you have no other tasks assigned. There is absolutely no margin for error in this task; do you understand?'

'Yes my lord, thank you my lord.' Dolohov bowed again, waiting to be dismissed.

'You may go, loosen the mudblood's tongue, I will wish to speak to her before long.' Voldemort waved his hand in the direction of the door as he turned and made his way back to his throne.

'Of course my lord.' He answered before straightening, turning on his heel and leaving the room. He passed the malfoy boy, a new limp in his step from his punishment. That had gone better than expected. Not as well as hoped, his very blood boiled at the though of sharing what was rightfully his, but he would do as the dark lord commanded. Free will wasn't something highly praised among Voldemort's ranks. Now to 'loosen her tongue.'

Sorry if this is short but I wanted to get something out just read this and when I post next it might be making this chapter longer with the rest that is meant to go with it or a new chapter with the rest of the one in this one, confusing I know, but youll get what I mean soon enough.

Anyway would love for your reviews and constructive criticism, if you wana flame that's fine too as long as it builds up my review count im fine with it.