A/N: This is not a happy chapter at all. Please be warned the language and action gets rather intense. R.A.B.
Based on characters created by J. K. Rowling
Chapter 3--Betrayal
Marisol and Severus continued their secret affair throughout January and February. They saw each other whenever they could, while both of them were serving Lord Voldemort. They chose not disclose their affair to anyone and when the rare occasion presented itself that Marisol served as the Dark Lord's escort, they were very careful not to look at each other. Severus remained dour and sardonic to the witches and wizards around him, while Marisol was seductive as ever. There was no doubt Severus was jealous of the men who tried to seduce her, but Marisol assured him that she could take care of herself and there was no need to raise any suspicions about their relationship.
However, by the end of February, Lord Voldemort was beginning to have suspicions that something was going on with his right hand man. He seemed not so, well, surly. Not always, of course, but there was a hint of something Lord Voldemort only suspected because Marisol and Severus were very careful. He decided to test Severus's loyalty. At first the Dark Lord wasn't sure what exactly was causing Snape's good humor. Finally, he decided Severus was being distracted by a female. The only female, except for the whores in the village, that Severus had access to was his business partner, Marisol.
Lord Voldemort was not the sort of man who would let these distractions go unpunished. Severus had pledged his undying loyalty to the dark wizard. Loyalty meant total surrender of one's will. It was at that time that Lord Voldemort enlisted the aid of two of his most sadistic death eaters: Lucius Malfoy and Malfeus Everhart.
Neither Malfoy nor Everhart knew that their target was Severus; they were told that Marisol Grimaldi may be hiding something from the Dark Lord, and they were to use any means necessary to find out what that secret was. Voldemort stressed any means necessary, short of the killing curse. Marisol was making a great deal of galleons for Lord Voldemort and she was not to be killed. Anything else was fine with him.
The two wizards waited for her outside her house and took her by complete surprise. She was completed disarmed with a paralyzing curse and the two took her to an abandoned house. When she recovered from the curse, she was bound tightly to a chair. She fought them fiercely, but it was two against one and she had no defenses. She never cried out or screamed as they hit her over and over with the cruciatus curse. She was stoically silent has the pain intensified. Malfeus, who was especially brutal, pulled her long hair back and struck her repeatedly in her face. He only stopped when his hand became bloodied from the cuts from his signet ring.
Lucius, who was only slightly less boorish and brutal, threatened her with more pain and a truth serum to make her talk.
She looked genuinely confused and the only question out of her mouth was, "what do you think I know?"
They kept her tied up and brutalized. Malfeus, who was a sadist in the purest sense of the word, was clearly excited as he beat her. Lucius seemed to be content with only using spells.
After 24 hours of being beaten and cursed, she still did not say anything. Then the rapes began.
Malfeus brutalized her in every way imaginable. To him it was sport and a sexual release. Still she never said a word. After the fourth time he raped her, as he climbed off and adjusted himself; looking extremely pleased. She raised her head and smiled.
"You know, Everhart," she purred in her most seductive voice. "This could be a lot more fun for both of us if you'd at least kiss me first."
She was rewarded with a severe beating.
They held her captive for two days. They finally released her back to her front door. She had told them nothing.
Once she got inside her house, she locked all the doors and windows, putting a powerful protective spell around her home. She sat in her bathroom floor and cried. Using all the skills she had, she cleaned up the cuts and bruises so that she looked normal on the outside at least. She stayed in the shower under the hottest water she could tolerate for over an hour, desperately trying to get the smell of Malfeus off her.
She took extra care to fix her hair and make up and put on a sexy dress that she knew Severus would like. She showed up at his front door, carrying a large bottle of French elf-made wine. She smiled when he opened the door. Holding up the bottle of wine, she said, "I need some company. May I come in?"
Severus was clearly puzzled. She had disappeared for two days and now she showed up at his door. Still, his reaction to her had not dimmed. He nodded curtly and stood back allowing her to enter.
Marisol removed her wrap and threw it on the dusty chair. She opened the bottle of wine and magicked two wine glasses. She poured the wine as Severus stood back and watched. Turning around to face him, she handed him a glass and raised hers in a toast.
"I've missed you, Severus," she said honestly.
He didn't want to ask where she'd been. It wasn't his business. She was probably off with Voldemort. A flash of jealousy crossed his face. He stared at her, sipping the wine. His face was expressionless and he looked surly.
Marisol held her glass with both hands as she surveyed the living room. She had never been to his house before. She knew she was taking a risk by entering his inner sanctum without an invitation, but tonight she needed to be with him. At this point she didn't know how much longer she would be in town. She was planning to play it by ear.
Finally, she set her glass down on the sideboard. She turned to him. She was not smiling this time. "Severus, would you mind if I asked a favor of you?"
Severus turned his head slightly. She could not read his expression. He nodded slightly.
"Would you mind just holding me for while?" She asked. She did not make a move toward him. She wanted him to come to her.
He took a step toward her and she fell into his arms. Her eyes were closed as she held on to him with all her might. After a few seconds, she moved back and smiled. "I'm sorry. I'm all girly tonight, I'm afraid."
He kissed her with such gentleness that it almost broke her heart. He led her into his bedroom and laid her down, kissing her. Never this gentle before, he made love to her quietly, lovingly. She stiffened briefly only once, but she was able to relax and experience a quiet pleasure that she so desperately needed.
Afterward, he stroked her hair and stayed next to her. She held on to him and he allowed it; instinctively knowing that she needed his warm body. They stayed together for the longest time. Finally, she started to get out of bed when he saw a dark bruise at the small of her back.
"What is that?" he asked, pulling himself up in bed.
She touched the place on her back and smiled. "Nothing to worry about, I must have run into something." She quickly threw on her dress and hurried into the bathroom. When she returned he was already asleep. She kissed him. He opened his eyes and smiled at her.
"I have to go," she said quietly. "I'm so sorry." And then she was gone.
The next day Severus was summoned by Lord Voldemort. When he entered the Dark Lord's chamber, he did not see Marisol. Lord Voldemort was holding court and when Severus came in. Voldemort cleared out the room .
"Severus, I have a mission for you. Are you ready to serve Lord Voldemort?"
"Of course my Lord, I am at your service." He bowed his head, showing his complete devotion.
"Excellent. I need you to work undercover, so to speak. You must know that Albus Dumbledore is a great threat and I need someone to get next to him, befriend him, learn what he is up to. I trust you Severus, my old friend. I wouldn't trust this assignment to anyone else. Will you do it?"
Severus was taken aback. The Dark Lord trusted him enough for him to spy of Albus Dumbledore. "It would be my honor," he bowed lower.
"Excellent. Professor Dumbledore," he said snidely, "is recruiting teachers for Hogwarts. I want you to join the staff and report to me everything he does. You must tell no one your real reason for your desire to become a teacher at Hogwarts. I'm counting on you, Severus."
Severus was speechless. Finally, he was going to be able to prove his loyalty and devotion to the Dark Lord. He almost smiled he was so happy. He wanted to share his good news with Marisol, but he couldn't. He was going to spy for Lord Voldemort. This was the happiest day of his life.
His step was only slightly springier as he left Lord Voldemort's chamber. His face didn't reveal his excitement. He passed a group of wizards who were laughing it up. He thought he heard the name Grimaldi. He stopped to listen. It was that lout Malfeus Everhart and he seemed to be bragging about something. He stopped to button his cloak. What were they saying?
Malfeus was surrounded by four wizards who were listening intently about how Malfeus had screwed Lord Voldemort's little girlfriend and she was fine. She was the best lay he had ever had. He vividly described her lusting after him and her moans of pleasure as he plunged his huge cock inside her. The others laughed appreciatively, each saying how much they wanted a piece of that.
Severus's pale skin turned whiter as he listened to the men talk about her. He was shaking with rage. She had made a fool of him. He ran out of the room, blind with rage. He didn't know what to do first. He flew to Marisol's house and paced outside back and forth until he had calmed down enough to talk to her. He was livid.
Impatiently he knocked on her door. "Marisol!" he called to her. "Open the door!"
A second later, Marisol opened the door. She started to smile at him, but the look on his face stopped her. He pushed his way into her house. She looked at him without any expression. She watched as he clenched his fists at his side, fighting for control.
His voice was loud and cruel. "You whore!" he screamed. She flinched and stepped back out of his grasp should he decide to choke her. "You used me. Did you and Voldemort have a good laugh at my expense after you fucked me and then Everhart?"
Marisol closed her eyes. "I was hoping you wouldn't find out about Everhart." She said quietly.
"He's bragging to everyone how you loved it when he shoved his—"
She put up her hand. She didn't want to hear anymore. "I get the idea," she said.
He clenched his fists again. "You disgust me," he spat bitterly. "Never speak or even look at me again."
Horrified, she felt a tear roll down her cheek. She wasn't supposed to show any true emotion. She had been trained so thoroughly, but her heart was breaking. She knew Severus's heart and she knew he would never forgive her. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never wanted to hurt you. I do love you."
Severus was shaking. "Love? You don't know what it means. Stay away from me."
"I'm leaving anyway," she said quietly.
"I don't care what you do, I want you out of my life." Severus turned and stormed out the door, slamming it loudly.
Marisol stared at the door. She wrapped her arms tightly around her and cried.
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Marisol wrapped up the business she had with Lord Voldemort. She promised to keep looking around for some more lucrative endeavors; she had to return to Morocco to resume her business. She had earned a lot of money for Voldemort; enough to fund more operations. He was pleased with their arrangement and promised to do more business with her.
She didn't see Severus after that day when he confronted her. He did get the teaching position at Hogwarts as potions' master. The first thing he reported to the Dark Lord was the prophecy he overheard spoken by Sybil Trelawney.