All too soon, Audra was awakened by spasms throughout her muscles. They began to twitch, making way for the increasing muscle fiber being added, as if the cells were going into mitosis overdrive. They rippled, sending waves upon waves of rolling motion from her spine to nails. Her bones creaked as they too grew in order to support the new muscle. Her muzzle became shorter and her bottom jaw receded slightly. Her neck grew in thickness as did her trunk, muscles and tendons clearly defined against her white fur. Her hips tilted slightly, allowing her to stand on her back legs like a human. Her front paws lengthened to resemble very hairy and long human fingers, ending in sharp claws. Her toes too lengthened, more for support since she did not have a heel like her human self did. She continued to grow, until she stood nearly nine feet tall and weighed nearly two hundred pounds. The collar kept her from achieving her true height, and she was forced to remain hunched over with her knuckles supporting her. She gave an almightily tug and the chains broke free. The werewolf growled, drawing up to its full height and looking for any way to escape.

Audra stood there, her animal mind taking in the surroundings and trying to remember why she was here. There was a slithering sound, and she looked around for the source of the noise.

Out of nowhere, chains flew off the ground, cuffs attacking her wrists and ankles. Audra growled, and yanked her wrists away but it was no use; they were captured. In the same motion, the ends of the chains flew in opposite directions; her arms chains were bound to the side walls and her ankle chains sunk into the ground at her feet. They contracted, stretching her limbs to their limits. She couldn't flex her muscles and her arms were at such an angle she couldn't rotate her wrists or elbows. Yet her animal mind told her to fight so she did, tugging with all her strength against her binds, trying to wrench them from the walls. She had no hope of shifting her weight on her feet, the ankle shackles were nearly fused to the ground where she stood. After about five minutes of struggling she gave up, residing to the fact that she was stuck. She turned her head this way and that, looking for any means of aid.

As if sensing her head movements, a fifth shackle flew at her, this time securing itself around her muscular throat. Four chains flew from this cuff and anchored in the center of each of the walls, keeping her head completely still. Audra tried to snap at the chain directly under her chin, and yet another cuff appeared, this time around her muzzle. Chains ran from this, encircling her head under her ears and between her eyes, forming a harness that connected to the back of the collar.

She had no energy left to fight this containment and no prayer of escaping. Growling at her forced submission, the werewolf waited…

A metal door creaked open and Audra's eyes flew open, glaring at the new comers. Voldemort smiled as He looked up at her, a full three feet taller than he was. "My my, you are impressive," He cooed, walking right up to her and admiring her. She growled threateningly as He touched her, tracing her massive tendons lining her esophagus. He could feel the rumble underneath His fingertips, and couldn't help but think that He had just won some wonderful prize. You are my new trophy, He thought, stroking her underneath the chin.

He grabbed her muzzle and pulled down, forcing her to look into His eyes. He preformed Occlumency, looking for any sign of any human mind within her. The animal mind is chaotic, ruled by instinct rather than reason, like the human mind. With Occlumency the human mind has a logical progression of emotion, which is what Voldemort reads (unlike Audra, He cannot physically read thoughts). The animal mind before Him however was a jumble of emotions, with no rhyme or reason connecting them other than primal instincts. The werewolf was feeling fear and anger; it had no idea who He was nor what was going on. "Mudblood," He said; she showed no signs of recognition. "Audra." This time her eyes narrowed and she pulled against the chains. She still knows her name, He noted, so there is still a small piece of her sanity.

"My Lord, I am ready to begin," Snape said from behind Audra.

Voldemort released His hold and said "go ahead then," as He backed towards the wall, withdrawing His wand in the process.

Snape approached the werewolf from behind, and she began pulling at her chains, knowing something bad was about to happen. Outside of her sightline, Snape drove the point of the needle deep into her deltoid muscle, injecting the potion into her vein. Audra yelped at the point of impact and pulled harder against her binds. It burned as if it were liquid fire, coursing through her vein on its way to the heart. It reached the organ, and the heart stopped beating momentarily, and then began spasming as the foreign liquid progressed on to the rest of her body. Her lungs ached as those cells received the potion, working double time to attempt to get oxygen to bind to the infected cells. Her muscles twitched violently, screaming for oxygen and reacting to the potion. Her brain responded the worst as the potion infected it. Sharp headaches pinched the organ, and her thoughts grew even more chaotic. She wanted to rip the brain from her skull, to rip His face from His head. She growled, yelped and attempted to pry her jaws apart.

"We'll give it a couple of minutes," Snape said, "see if anything happens." Voldemort nodded, and the two waited for any sign the potion was working. Little did they know the chaos it was causing inside of her…

Twenty minutes passed, and her spasms began to lessen, the cells finally receiving much needed oxygen. She calmed down, her eyes shut and breaths ragged; her limbs went limp, allowing the chains to keep them supported. Seeing that she was finally subdued, Voldemort once again approached her. "Mudblood," He said; once again no response, "Audra," and yet no recognition. He reached out to touch her face. The contact awoke Audra; her eyes flew open, her lips pulled back in a snarl, and she strained against her hold, longing to clamp her jaw down on His throat. Startled, Voldemort yanked His hand back, and retreated to where Snape stood. "Increase the dosage," He ordered Snape. "I want her human."

"As you wish, my Lord," Snape sneered, walking to Audra's other side. This time he didn't do a one to one ratio with water; he filled the syringe completely with potion. He jabbed her in the same spot, and she once again yelped, the spasms returning.

"Audra," the Dark Lord called. She showed no acknowledgement to her name. "Again," Voldemort stated.

"My Lord, she could overdose…" Snape began.

Voldemort cut him off. "I said do it again," He commanded.

"Yes, my Lord." Once again Snape injected her with pure potion. Her body screamed at the abuse, her lungs cells protesting at their inability to deliver oxygen, her muscles cells rioting at not receiving oxygen. Her stomach contracted, the acid churning over like a rough sea. Her body wanted her to double over, but the chains prevented her from doing so. Her knees wobbled, buckling under the weight.

Once again they waited for her to calm before saying her name, looking for comprehension, before increasing the dosage. The cycle continued for three hours, changing in concentration and dosage and wearing on patience. The spasms worsened throughout as her muscles refused to cooperate. Her legs gave way completely so that her wrist and neck shackles were all that held her up. The animal wished for death, but there was a single human thought that wanted to tell them to stop…

"Again," Voldemort ordered. Snape hesitated. Voldemort pointed His wand at the alchemist and repeated, "Again."

"My Lord, I just gave her three in a row without a break," he pleaded. "She's had over twenty doses. I don't think her body can take much more."

"Crucio!" Voldemort cried. Snape fell to the floor, writhing and screaming. The Dark Lord waited, and then released the spell. "Do as I command."

"Yes, my Lord," Snape replied meekly. Yet again, he stabbed her with the needle.

The shaking doubled. Blood trickled from her nose and her brain felt as if it were expanding past the holds of the skull. She began to heave, but her jaws were held shut by the muzzle.

"She's going to choke!" Snape realized. Quickly, he undid the muzzle shackle, and her jaws were free. She gave a lurch bringing up blood as her she began to bleed internally. The crimson liquid dripped from her teeth, covering her lips and jaw and added to the puddle at her feet, which the nose bleed had begun.

"Audra!" Voldemort hollered at her. She lifted her eyes to His, trying to plead. Please, just let me go… she thought. As if answering her prayers, the darkness began to fall. The world went in and out of focus as the black haze settled over her. Her last image was Voldemort right in front of her face, trying to rouse her. The world faded to black and her mind gave in to unconscious's embrace.