WARNING:: K, this chapter contains some adult material. If you dont think you can handle this...well...sorry. You've made it this far, haven't you? So why not have me corrupt you a little? XD there's worse things you can read...of mine...yeah. So. Just btw.

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Harry was hanging upside down. He was often in this position. It was either this, or crumpled on the ground, unconscious. He had lost track of the days. It could have been one, or could have been six since he was brought here. Voldemort's main torturer, Shanike, was very skilled. She, yes she, could leave pain behind and not show any mark. She used muggle weapons on him, and only potions to keep him awake. He learned to fear her touch, and it all seemed ironic. She was of average height—five foot seven at the most, long bright blonde hair that wasn't fake, a gentle voice, and had the skin color and eye shape that hinted she might be Asian. At first glance Harry had been shocked; a girl was his torturer? Yep, and she was good at what she did.

He had another torturer as well, a male, though he didn't come as often. He used magic as much as possible, as well as potions. He left visible marks on Harry, which Shanike didn't really like. "You have beautiful skin," she told him one session, "And Marlo doesn't need to ruin it."

Harry opened his eyes, Shanike bending down and peering into his eyes. "You stopped screaming," she noted, voice soft and gentle.

Harry's throat felt raw. Between all of the potions he'd been fed, he wondered how his voice lasted for so long. He just hung limp, eyes fluttering open and shut. He knew he should respond, but he could barely open his mouth, let alone speak.

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry that you can't speak. Maybe I can bring your voice back. More pain seems to be in order." Her voice never changed to talking like a baby, like Bellatrix Lestrange's voice. Shanike always spoke to him like you might to a lover.

She stepped back, looking thoughtful. Harry watched her, learning fast to not close his eyes in fear while she thought. Finally, she put her hand down from her lips and walked over to the part of the room where she kept her supplies since blood never seemed to reach there...most of the time.

Harry took the best breath he could and managed to suppress coughing. Tears were in his eyes when she returned, a pleasant grin on her gentle face. No... She's using that look. This is going to hurt. No, someone, help...

Harry knew any sort of begging was helpless. Shanike had her whip with her, the leather black with a bright red strip down the rod, the stripped ends that she used on him a bright, royal blue. The wrist band was a dark green, and the colors all seeming to suit whatever outfit she chose to wear. She loved the whip, and had a knack for hitting him for hours and not leaving a noticeable mark...for the most part. She also had barbed wire, which she set down next to her feet. She had the three pieces that wrapped around his throat, wrists, and thighs.

Harry closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. He felt a smack across his face, feeling at first like a soft feather of a bird, soon growing into a bull that just rammed into his cheek. He yelled, barely, eyes open wide. "Good, you know not to close your eyes before the first hit." Shanike's voice was still soft, but a pleasure was now in it.

Harry gave the best upside down nod he could, and barely succeeded. Shanike smiled. "You're to cute."

Still smiling, she struck Harry hard in the stomach. He kept his eyes open since he had no voice to yell with as the flower of pain blossomed into the beautiful thing Shanike seemed to enjoy. He ground his teeth together, Shanike giving a satisfied nod. He had leaned that when his voice was unavailable, he had to keep his eyes open. If he was unable to keep his eyes open, he was punished worse and longer. Shanike told him if she couldn't hear the pain, she wanted to see it reflect in his eyes.

She next smacked the whip on the underside of his jaw, Harry managing to yell, able to shut his eyes. He couldn't feel his mouth, and he was sure she had broken something. This spot though managed to block out the other two places she had hit. He felt tears slide out of his eyes and flow into his hair or drip on to the ground, mixing with the dried blood. Sometimes, you could even find pieces of bodies lying around the room. Fingers, toes, tongues, skin, hair, etc. Fingers and tongues were the most common. He thought there was an eye over by the doorway too. Shanike loved the messiness, except for the age of most of the excess pieces. Marlo hated the smell, but loved the body pieces and blood.

Harry was hit again across the back of this knees, ankles, on his shoulders, and the across his neck and stomach. Even though he was naked, she never seemed to hurt his groin. She would get very close, but never once hit it. Said she had enough respect to leave that alone. Marlo though loved to see how much skin he could peel off before blood came or Harry began screaming for him to stop.

Harry yelled the best he could, managing to keep his eyes open whenever his voice faded and needed a little break. Shanike stopped whipping him sooner than he thought she normally did. Had he followed all of the rules? If so, he might be able to leave the room conscious. That was the plan, at least. She got down close to his face again, smiling gently. Oh shit, she's not done yet.

"I want to put your collar on." Harry knew his face paled even more. "Did you know the Dark Lord wants to have a collar like this for you?" She walked over and grabbed the barbed wire chokers. She came back, face holding compassion as she bent down to his level again. "He asked me to make it specifically. Oh, I can design it beautifully. I think I can make it green...to match your eyes." She smiled, darker than Harry had ever seen. "Or, maybe I can get a little more personal. I can make it a red, auburn color, for the color of your mother's hair. Or, it can be black for the color of you and your father's hair.

"The black can symbolize your encased spirit. The red can symbolize the amount of blood and pain you'll go through. The green can symbolize the outside world that was taken from you. Or, maybe how envious you will become of those who are all free, not to be cliché or anything."

Shanike stood up, becoming gentle once more. "I know how to make it, but I need a color for the leash of your color. I'll have to think about that. It's the Dark Lord; it has to be special. I might take out the black and red. They're too obvious. The green would be a lovely choice, but we'll see."

She smiled once more before she strapped the barbed wire collar around his neck, the short sharp tips instantly digging in and drawing blood. She put the wrist shackles on, somehow always managing to avoid poking herself. She grabbed the thigh ones and tied one around each thigh, Harry gritting his teeth. She left him and went back over to her bag, digging through it and finally pulling some other toys out that he had never seen before. When she walked back over, Harry strained to keep his eyes on her, and not to look at what she was holding. Another rule of hers.

"That's a good boy," she finally said, slightly sounding like she was talking to a dog. "You may look at the items now."

Harry's eyes stayed on her cool, dark blue almost purple ones for a moment longer before he watched her lay down the items at her feet. They all looked...well...different. He didn't know how to describe them or if his mind was refusing to see what they really were. One looked like something that might keep your mouth open that dentists would use when drilling into your teeth and it had some odd attachments. Another looked basically like a jockstrap, only made out leather with what looked to be pins and broken glass sticking out everywhere, even on the cup. Harry highly doubted the pins would be on the outside. Another looked like a facemask almost. There were eyeholes, a place for nostrils, and an opening for his mouth. In Shanike's hands she was holding her whip and what looked to be like a leather belt.

He looked back at Shanike and saw her smile as she set the whip and belt down to put her hair up into a ponytail. She was about to get dirty. She rarely ever let him bleed, but whenever she did, she went all out and did more damage and pain than Marlo ever could. "So, ready to get started?" she finally asked.

He shook his head, knowing she liked any answer, as long as it was honest. She smiled, looking at him while she bent down and grabbed the belt and the mouth-opener thing with the attachments. She walked over to him, and held up the odd mouth-thing. "This is called der breite mund. Or, basically translated into 'the wide mouth.' It doesn't only hold your mouth open though. The metal pieces here at the top are to hold your eyes open. I can remove them if I wish, but I like them on.

"This next one is das blut gürtel, or 'the blood belt.' I can snap it anywhere I want it to, and it'll attach itself to you until I tell it to release. And I can make you bleed a lot with this. So, care to try these two out?"

Harry once more shook his head, Shanike smiling. She attached the belt around his right ankle, and it wound it's way up around his leg like a snake. When it was at his thigh, close to the barbed wire thigh belt, Shanike tapped it with her wand, one of the only moments where he's ever seen her use the little piece of wood. The blood belt tightened, ensuring itself in place. Harry looked at her, and could see the reflection of her smile in her eyes. She tapped the belt two more times, and he felt needles poke the top of his skin, but not pierce through.

"These are about the only magical devices I use. Well, the mouth device isn't really magical, but everything else is to one point or another. Most of the things I use are German inventions, in case you haven't noticed. Invented mostly in the medieval times and up to Hitler's era. Pretty fascinating history if you ask me. These though are all custom made." Shanike crouched down and began putting the mouth piece in.

There were two sides to it, though it was attached in the middle. The piece was made out of metal, and it was felt cold as Shanike began putting it in his mouth. Each side had a round, crescent moon-shaped arc, and it fit over the side of his mouth and into it perfectly. He remembered that the version that the dentists used had a little thing for the patient to hold onto while the dentists were drilling or looking at your back teeth. This one had a metal bar that snapped into place, holding his mouth open.

"These little attachments here," Shanike said, moving the little metal bars that had circular tips closer to his eyes, "are to keep your eyes open. They might hurt a little bit, but we all love a little more pain, don't we?" She opened one of Harry's eyes wider, and placed the circular place on it. It rested gently, but if he tried to move the metal piece blurred his vision and began to sting very sharply. She placed the second one on, the sting sharpening. Harry made a strangled noise, unable close his eyes or move his mouth around.

"A bunch of the devices though have been banned or destroyed over the years. They didn't try hiding all of the pictures though. All of these are muggle inventions, which is astounding, so of course I had to build them the muggle way. That involved figuring out how to build them without any master plans, then alter them so they were easier to use, while still capable of using magic. I love inventing and building things though, so the more dedicated I am to a project, the sooner it's done and the more pain it causes. So, in general, I'm done pretty quickly."

Harry gave a weak cry out as Shanike pushed down on the eye pieces, ensuring they were in place. He thought if he moved them at all they were going to cut the outer layer of his eyes, make them bleed, and then ruin his vision forever. As much as he didn't want to, he was stuck staring at her. Did that mean he wasn't allowed to make a noise?

"This shall be interesting... I didn't want to stand and watch you suffer. I enjoy making you scream."

Harry breathed awkwardly out of his mouth, Shanike bending down and grabbing her whip. She lifted it up, the ends slightly swinging. She snapped her fingers, and Harry felt the needles in his right leg from the belt pierce through his skin, heading deeper and deeper. She cracked her whip, then began to hit Harry, who was unable to do anything. He struggled in his chains, but that was about it. The pain magnified and he was trying to yell, but whatever came out sounded closer to grunts.

Shanike smiled at his movements, and hit him with more grace than she had before. Soon blood was running down his face and into his eyes. He struggled, unable to blink or move. He felt the whip break skin, and then heat rose worse than ever. He knew his chest and thighs were going to be fleshy strips of skin and pummeled bits of meat underneath.

He was right.

As Harry was passing out, Shanike gave him a reviving potion. Harry woke up despite his body's protests, and was first aware of all of the blood that was stinging in his eyes, mouth, nose, and began to notice more and more the open, raw flesh lining his body, mostly on his chest and legs. The more he noticed it, the more it seemed the air was burning him. Harry felt sick and wanted to retch whatever was in his stomach. He saw Shanike put the whip onto her belt and bend down; grabbing what he thought was the jockstrap-thing.

"Now, this is called Purposeful Pleasure. Or Killing Desire. I don't know yet. I've read and heard about it, but I've never seen the true thing. This is my creation, and I'm quite fond of it, actually. Even though I promised I wouldn't touch your valued parts, I didn't say that I wasn't going to use my little toys on them. We'll see how well you're able to keep yourself calm. I'll take off the eye pieces afterwards. I want your eyes open for this."

She walked over to him, and placed the belt on first, the sharp pieces, Harry guessing something similar to glass, digging into him. She next placed on the straps that followed the shape of his ass, Harry jerking as the glass bit him. She finally placed on the cup, which seemed a little too big. He felt himself get cut, and increased his breathing as his body seemed to give small spasms.

Harry watched Shanike, having a fairly good idea of what she was going to do. Shanike looked at him for a moment, smiling gently, before she took off her black jacket, revealing a black lacy bra and fairly large breasts. She stripped off her leather pants, a black lacy thong underneath that matched the bra. Damn. Harry couldn't move his eyes even if the metal pieces weren't holding them in place as she ran her fingers over her body. She steadily walked towards him, unbothered by the blood on her bare feet. She took her hair down, the blonde pieces falling like a closing curtain on a stage. Only, the closing curtain closed around him and her. She brought her eyes close to him, and ran her hands up his shoulders gently, Harry's breath increasing at her touch. She lightly kissed his forehead, that being the beginning of his pleasure. He felt himself begin to harden, and tried to control his breathing to calm down.

She gave him her gentle, always forgiving smile, and slowly removed the mouth holders. The eyes pieces loosened, Shanike taking precious care to take them out without hurting him to bad. When everything was out, Harry slowly blinked, clearing his eyes of the drying blood and rewetting them. He closed his mouth, and clenched his eyes shut as they began to burn. He felt tears well up and slip out of his eyes, Shanike licking them and following the trail to his eyes which she kissed softly.

Harry's breathing pitched and his control was wavering. No, no, no, calm down, must calm down...

Shanike seemed to sense what was happening ans ran her hands up his body and moved them along the belt. She had to make herself a little taller so her face was more in Harry's neck, his face in her chest almost. Rubbing one hand along his hips, she took his face and pressed them to her breasts while kissing/licking his neck. It was gentle enough to be kissing, but he thought she was licking the surrounding blood. Harry felt himself lose most of his control. She felt so good, so right with him, and her figure... He couldn't control himself anymore...it was impossible...

He let out a cry as he hardened completely, fully erect almost. Only the glass-shard cup was holding him back. He yelled, feeling blood pooling, pain suddenly spreading throughout the area, and in his chest and thigh as Shanike touched the ruined areas, pushing her fingers down into the tender flesh and muscle.

He heard her laughing slightly, pulling away from him. "You held yourself pretty well, considering some of the others. One of the longest for sure. The longest was a guy was flaming gay, and I figured out how to get him fully erect. Let's just say I was a little more willing to do things he didn't think I'd do, since I was a girl."

Harry didn't care to know what she did. All that he was worried about was the damaging cuts to his lower area. The glass cuts and pain through his chest and legs killed his boner fast, luckily. He was crying again, but he thought he was allowed to pass out...until he felt the belt ripped out of his leg, renewed screams soon fading. Then the jockstrap was taken out, nicer than the belt, and then the cup was slowly removed, Shanike smiling.

"You're bleeding a lot. I'm more surprised than I thought I'd be. You're a fair size."

Despite himself and the circumstances, Harry somehow managed to blush. I'm sixteen years old, and she's telling me how nice my size is? No! I really...not in this situation do I care for her to compare and contrast.

"Well, it's fairly decent. Just be happy you're not much bigger. That cup is one size fits all. I have one more toy I want to put on you, and I'll leave. Or, leave you hanging around when I decide to go. A Death Eater might let you down...eventually."

Shanike bent down and picked the mask up, placing the other devices on the ground. She straighted, carefully fitting the mask over Harry's face. He felt the straps pulled together at the back of his head, snapping in the back. "This one is called the Dernèier Lettre, or 'Last Letter,' created by Jean Boucher. People who used it usually left some sort of last message behind, and then used this as a form of suicide. It burns your face and then melts off your skin, vaporizes your blood...and you're still alive until the heat reaches your brain and fries that. It's a slow and painful way to die, but I'm only giving you a test run. The Dark Lord would be most displeased if I accidentally killed you."

She touched the forehead of the cool metal piece lightly, Harry's breath increasing. It took a couple of seconds before the mask began to feel warm, then escalating as if he was being sunburned. He began sweating droplets which barely got off his forehead before they evaporated. Harry felt himself moved onto the floor, his ankles free from the chain that held him and the barbed wire bracelets that wove his wrists together. He grabbed at the mask, wanting it off. He kept his eyes shut, in fear of somehow burning those too. He felt his face begin to fry, all moisture drying away.

He began to make noises, and squirmed across the ground, finding anything possible that would take the heat away even for a split second. Burned flesh met his nostrils and he started whimpering, soon turning into screams. His face felt unnaturally hot compared to the rest of his cool body.

Then it really began. He could feel the heat eat away his skin, reach down into the muscle, nerves, tissue, and tendons. Blood spurted out, momentarily cooling him off before it evaporated onto his skin. He managed to yell, screams becoming louder and more distressed. He felt someone bump into him, and then...the heat stopped. He was still yelling, the mask continuing to hold most of the heat in still. He rocked back and forth, gripping the mask.

"I should give you a real mask to wear," someone said to him. "I could set it on your face, and then your skin could grow around it, and it'd become stuck. I don't think the Dark Lord would approve though. I personally wouldn't like it either, but it's a cool idea."

He felt the mask detach itself with a hiss, the cold air refreshing his face, Harry able to hold his hands at his chest. He knew his face was beyond raw, but only touching it would make it feel worse.

"Are you willing to dedicate your life and soul to the great Dark Lord yet? It'll stop the pain the sooner you say yes."

Harry gave a slight shake of his head, and even managed to mutter "never." He heard laughing, and then a sigh.

"Tsk, tsk. Still in the rebellious stage. You'll come around eventually. But it's been four days, well, almost five. I don't think you'll begin to crack for another two weeks. It'll probably be longer than that. Usually, from past experiences, most begin to collapse after two weeks. I personally think you won't crack, even a tiny bit, for another month. And then it'll be another two or three to break you, unless you fold very easily. It could go either way." More laughter. "Oh, this is going to be quite fun. I can go basically all out with no fear of sending your mind into the black abyss."

Footsteps led away from him, Harry on the verge of passing out. He didn't like this version of passion out. It was longer and more painful. He heard the footsteps coming back to him, and then thought he heard something shake. "Salt, plus raw skin equals pleasure...for me. It's just more torture for you."

He heard something of a hissing sound, then felt the little crystals land on his face. The hissing sound must of been the salt landing on his open face. It was cooling at first, then after a couple of seconds it felt like his face had been lit on fire again. He squirmed, trying to get the crystals off of him. They stuck to his open wound, melting quickly. He yelled, still refusing to touch his face in attempt to get the salt out. He'd probably end up pushing it in further and cause himself more pain.

"Only sixteen years old. Then Dark Lord must consider you quite special. Well, you are Harry Potter, but he wants you broken as soon as possible. Usually he wants it drawn out. I know he wants a leash and collar and for you to always be next to him, but what's the rush? He obviously wants something. Well, I must be off. The salt will dim to a stinging, I'm afraid. One of the Death Eaters will come clean you up. I'm sure it'll be that Snape, but I think he had to leave and return to the school. Well, have a splendid night and try not to hurt yourself anymore than is necessary."

Harry heard footsteps leading away once more as the salt began to fade to a sting. His tears managed to help a little, luckily. Harry laid on the floor, fading out as fast as his face was numbing. In other words, more slowly than he wanted. Sometime later he heard the door open, the shoes sounding like boots as they came across the floor towards him. He felt the hands touch his arms and life him up, his intake of breath louder than the person's who had picked him up.

"Harry, you're in safe hands now. I'll take the pain away from you for the moment."

Snape...the neutral one. The one that hates me. No, the one that's helping me survive. Do I hate him for that? No...he's the only one that I can trust here.

Only then did Harry completely allow himself to fold into the darkness and sweep into undesired dreams.

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OMG!!!!! I'm totally sorry for having this chapter out so late!!! But i seriously haven't been home at all, and even then i'm at school right now bored in the my class, so i thought i'd be nice and update. I would have had this chapter up a week ago, when i had free time, but the internet at my cousins house hated fanfic so whenever i tried to save my changes, it didnt!!! So, yeah, i'm not putting out a chapter with that many mistakes. but it's here now and i PROMISE i'll have the next chapter out as soon as i have time cus it's already typed up :D omg that hasn't happened forever!!! So. yes. I think i got the translations right, and if anyone wants to correct them or anything...coughcoughbybyttecoughcough then yeah, that'll be cool. One french and two german names. Yep. so. thanks to all of you lovely reviewers who still have faith in me updating sometime and keep on following the story. LOVE YOU ALL!!!!