WARNING! This chapter contains description of rape and is one of the most disturbing chapters I will post for this story.

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A/N: Some of the following chapters will be rather dark - Death Eaters are present, and it is rated M for a reason.

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Bound to Him

Chapter 4

Are you ready to begin, my servant?" Voldemort tilted his head as he awaited the response.

Snape removed his hand from the girl, and gave a stiff nod.

A hush fell over the Death Eaters as they settled into watch the affair. As he reviewed the process in his own thoughts, Severus questioned how he could have ever fit in with this group in the beginning. Too foolish he had been, and it had definitely cost him. Putting those feelings aside for the moment, he stepped forward to Hermione – ready to claim her thoughts, her flesh, and her blood.

First, he recollected, her mind would have to be penetrated. As he was skilled in the powers of Legilimency, Snape would be able to perform this task quite easily and could perhaps manage to spare her some emotional pain. He would still have to make her suffer some, as Voldemort would be keeping a close watch over the process.

He stood so her head was positioned beneath his chest, and placed his right hand over her eyes. Though this was technically unnecessary for the Legilimency process, he had found that touch could make the connection stronger – and it also meant he could avoid staring into those pleading pools of brown.

For several minutes, he ignored the whimpers from Hermione as he strode through her most private thoughts and memories. He knew full well that Voldemort had already interrogated her consciousness for any knowledge she may have had regarding Harry Potter and the Order, so he spent little time dallying there. He did, however, make sure to dredge up a few painful recollections for Voldemort's sake before placing his mark deep within her psyche. As swiftly as he could, Snape retreated to the outside world.

Voldemort looked pleased at the progress as he spoke. "Her mind bears your mark – now so shall her flesh."

Severus nodded, pausing to decide which location on her body would be most suitable. The physical pain would differ little among them, but he could place it somewhere less visible to her.

He gave a wave of his wand, and Hermione grunted in surprise as she suddenly found herself lying on her stomach.

Snape swallowed heavily as he placed the tip of his wand into the smooth skin of her lower back. He let no emotion enter his countenance as he uttered the words, "Sectum nomento," under his breath.

Hermione screamed in agony as the wand sliced through her flesh.

In the interest of sparing her the drawn out torture, Snape signed his name in a quick flourish. He could feel disappointment emanating from the audience. Those who had previously performed the process themselves generally opted to take their time carving their names into their victims with the intent to cause the most amount of anguish possible.

As it was, Snape had to struggle to tune out the horrific cries from the girl as she writhed in pain before him. He lifted his wand away, and stared solemnly down at his signature in her creamy flesh, blood dripping from the endpoints of every letter. The edges of the words glowed orange – reminding him of the embers of a fire beginning to die out. He had never been so close to the cursed to see the dark magic sink into the skin.

"Quickly, Severus," Voldemort cooed. "It must be finished."

The third step was the most barbaric in Snape's opinion. Virtually no magic was used, but its scars never fully healed.

After placing his wand in the chest pocket of his robe, he grabbed her ankles and whipped her again onto her back. He had done it with such force; the wind was knocked out from her, leaving her voice little more than a wheezy gasp.

"P-please….Professor…."

Laughter erupted from the Death Eaters who were close enough to overhear.

"P-p-p-please!" mimicked Bellatirx "P-p-p-professor!"

Snape paid the female Death Eater no heed as he focused on the abominable task before him. Not wanting Voldemort to sense any weakness from him, he ignored Hermione's repeated appeals for leniency.

Without any further thought, he dropped his trousers to the ground and stepped out of them. He then climbed on to the stone table and positioned himself above her.

Hermione stared into his eyes, her breath catching as realization struck her.

"No!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face. "Please, no!"

"Silence," Snape hissed at her, under his breath. The more she struggled, the more he was expected to punish her.

She struggled to move away from him, but invisible ropes tethered her to the spot.

You're only making this harder for yourself. When her eyes narrowed in response, Snape knew she had heard the thought. So the connection has had already begun to form.

Go to hell. He flinched as Hermione spit in his eyes. Angered, Snape slapped her hard across the face.

While she was momentarily stunned by his striking of her, he took advantage of her momentary pause in struggle. He wrenched apart her legs and positioned himself at her opening. Reminding himself of the fact they both would be killed if she did not succumb to him, Severus made himself erect and plunged deeply into her.

Her scream nearly shattered his ear drums.

He did not brush off her outburst as an overreaction – she was so tight around him that it could not have been anything but excruciating. Snape lowered his gaze from her face and stared instead at her small, white breasts as he continuously thrust into her. He tried to picture them belonging to someone else, but Hermione's persistent sobbing made it next to impossible.

Eventually her deafening cries subsided to diminutive snivels that seemed to catch in the back of her throat. Her body ceased its violent squirming beneath his weight and Snape could sense she was defeated. As much as it disgusted him, he could feel himself teetering on the verge. With one final push into her, he grunted as the release came.

Hermione gasped as his seed filled her.

Sweat dripped down his brow as he withdrew his member from her. Severus suppressed the urge to vomit when he saw the blood seeping from between her legs.

"Excellent, excellent!" Voldemort cried, patting Snape on the shoulder after he had dismounted and redressed. "I expect great things to come of this arrangement, Severus."

Snape respectfully dipped his head in response.

Voldemort turned to the gathered Death Eaters. "The hour draws late, my friends. I bid you all farewell."

One by one, the Death Eaters disapparated into the dark sky until only Snape remained in the Dark Lord's audience.

"You have given me much comfort, my old friend. The moment will come when I must call upon you for your trusted service once again, but until then," Voldemort paused as he gestured to Hermione's crumpled form. "Please do enjoy what I have bequeathed to you."

"I thank you," Snape articulated, with a sweeping bow.

"But now, I feel it is time to retire for the evening," Voldemort said with a swirl of his robes. "Good-bye, Severus."

With that, the Dark Lord vanished, leaving Snape to drop his shoulders in mild despair. He turned back towards the stone slab.

Hermione shivered with fear at his approach, and made a pitiful attempt to scramble away as he drew his wand from his pocket.

"Requietem pacis," he whispered. A sapphire blue wave radiated from the end of his wand and wrapped itself around Hermione, sweeping her into a peaceful slumber. After dismissing the invisible tethers binding her to the altar, he removed his outer robes and gently draped them around her. He scooped her motionless body into his arms, closed his eyes, and disappeared.