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Scarlett didn't have time to scream as she was pulled away from the others, into darkness. Her eyes adjusted slightly once she was pulled into a room with dim light. She noticed that all the tables and chairs were pushed against one side of the room like someone had blasted them over there. Thrown to the floor, the second thing she noticed was a girl. Her hair was a pale blonde, almost white and was caked in blood and mud. Scarlett lifted the hair to see a pair of lifeless blue eyes staring past her. Scarlett jumped away from the naked, motionless body.
Scarlett was whipped over by an unseen force, her head moved in the direction of the tall figure holding the wand. He stepped forward out of shadows and grinned down at her. Rowle.
Scarlett growled up at him.
"Get up." He ordered, his voice cold but exited.
Scarlett shakily got to her feet and glanced around the room at the other Death Eaters. They were all lined up against the cold walls, Scarlett guessed as many as ten. She shivered but it was not from the cold.
Suddenly a wand was pressed to her throat and a head rested on her right shoulder. Scarlett froze as a child-like voice shook her to the core.
"Can we play with her now?" Bellatrix whined against her neck, giving the skin there an experimental lick.
Scarlett wriggled slightly, earning a sinister chuckle from the woman behind her. Scarlett twitched her right eye against a stray wisp of curly dark hair which had gone astray from Bellatrix's fringe. It smelt faintly of smoke and a pungent perfume that she probably thought was very alluring.
Scarlett closed her eyes as Bellatrix inhaled her hair and ran her hands over her chest. She reached a hand out to squeeze her right breast, a thumb flicking casually over her nipple. To her absolute disgust she felt a swirl of desire nestle low in her stomach. Scarlett squeezed her eyes tighter and wriggled a little.
"You know that's really not helping your situation." Bellatrix whispered, accentuating her point by letting her hands run down to grab her hips. When her hand slid under the belt line of her trousers Scarlett snapped out of it. She pushed away from Bellatrix, earning a high, angered shriek. Scarlett bolted towards the door but she was grabbed by a tall, tanned Death Eater with striking blue eyes. He wrapped an arm across her shoulders and one around her waist.
"Please, Avery," She begged, tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes, "Let me go."
"What, when we're having so much fun?" He replied smoothly in her ear.
Scarlett gasped in surprise as he then threw her over to Rowle. She kicked him hard in the shin and continued to stamp on his feet but he simply lifted her off the ground and shoved her into a nearby wall. Rowle's lips came down hard upon hers, blood mixing with saliva, teeth crashing together. Scarlett spat into his mouth and he back-handed her hard, throwing her a good three metres to the right.
Scarlett heard a crunching noise as she landed on her ribs. Scarlett tried taking in a deep lungful of air but found a piercing pain accompanied it. She coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the floor. She froze in fear. At that very moment Scarlett was more afraid of breaking a rib than getting gang raped by Death Eaters.
Avery saw her cowering on the floor so he walked over to her and knelt down. He gently pushed her over onto her back and leaned over, pressing a hand lightly to the part below her breast. Scarlett hissed in pain.
He took out his wand and traced the skin there, watching it heal back. Scarlett stared up at him.
"Why did you just do that?" She said quietly.
"Gives us more time to play." He muttered, leaning forward and nipping at her neck.
Rowle grabbed the back of Avery's top and pulled him off Scarlett: she was his.
He then proceeded to yank her up and shove her up against someone else, whilst the whole time Bellatrix was cackling with glee about the situation she found herself in. She waved her wand and Scarlett's clothes flew off in the direction of the door. Her wand clattered to the ground underneath her trousers. A blindfold zoomed past and wrapped itself around her eyes.
Scarlett whimpered as Rowle grazed his teeth along her neck, from her chin to her collarbone. He ran his hands slowly down her exposed sides then up to the straps of her black bra. Scarlett was down to just her underwear and was shivering against the tall Death Eater holding her. His name was unknown, except he was taller than Rowle – which was much taller than her. Her blindfold cut out all lightness and sight and for that she was eternally grateful, not wanting to watch whatever he decided to do to her next.
"Just fuck 'er already." A deep voice came from the other side of the room.
Rowle ignored this and kept feeling her body and the small Goosebumps which had erupted all over her stomach and legs. He ran his hand down her front and curled his hand round her mound, grunting as he pulled upwards, relishing in her squirms.
Scarlett's hope had vanished the minutes she felt those arms pull her away from Scabior, and the dread that had settled in her stomach was weighing her down like a pile of rocks.
Scarlett couldn't decide if she wanted him to take his time or just get it over with. Chances are in a situation like this she would either not ever wake up, or be too far gone to ever remember what happened.
Scarlett was brought out of her thoughts by a cold breeze which brushed past her hips. Rowle eased her knickers down, planting kissed all down her neck as he did it.
He dropped her knickers from an outstretched finger and grinned, moving in.
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Scabior ambled along, completely unaware that Scarlett had been abducted by Rowle. He kept egging everyone on, complaining that they were too slow. As soon as they had apparated back to camp, Scabior went straight ahead to the drinks cabinet and poured himself a glass of strong muggle whiskey; all he had been able to get on their last essentials shop. He gulped it down, his eyes watering slightly as it went down the wrong way. He coughed loudly and walked back outside, glass in hand.
Scabior looked around at the others, the new snatchers were not there. Something was missing.
"Scarlett." He muttered, eyes wide. He looked around again.
"SHIT!" He bellowed, dropping the glass and apparating back into the castle.
Scabior made his way inside as quietly and stealthily as he could manage. Being a snatcher really was at that moment a very useful skill. He crept along the corridors, pausing to listen at each door for her unmistakable cries for help. He heard lots of girls screaming, not unlike sounds he had heard from girls underneath him, or Greyback. Scabior inwardly shuddered at the name. He wondered what on earth Venator was doing to him. Hopefully he was in as much pain as he had put Scarlett through in the past six months of being a snatcher.
Scabior nearly missed the soft hisses of pain from behind a closed potions door. They were accompanied with moans and grunts from what sounded like men, but Scabior could occasionally pick out the girlish shrieks of Bellatrix.
Bellatrix.
Scabior needed to think, if he burst in there, wand poised, they would most likely hit him with the killing curse before he's even blinked. He could always use a disillusion charm and sneak in there, but then as soon as he started killing them they would bound to know there was someone lurking.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
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Caius threw a rock at Ziggy's head which felt it and twitched slightly. He didn't turn around because to be completely honest with himself, Caius scared him. He was a dodgy character. Caius threw another stone, which hit Ziggy on the shoulder, before turning on his log to observe the captives they had sitting in the clearing they had found. The four teenage muggles were tied to each other with rope and were gagged and blindfolded.
The teenagers were sixteen year old girls save for a twenty one year old lad who had been supplying them with weed.
Jason had the bag of green sitting in the upper pocket of his denim jacket pocket. He had taken some out to roll a joint which he was currently sharing with Sean. The dealer on the floor was staring daggers at them. He was the only one not blindfolded and if looks could kill, they'd all be dead. Caius was mildly surprised the dealer hadn't shat himself yet.
But then again they were muggles and had no idea what was about to happen.
But because of the effects of the marijuana, one of the girls had gotten paranoia and worked herself up into an anxiety attack so severe she passed out.
One other had fallen over earlier and knocked herself out. And the other one had been a handful so Kurgan had stupefied her. That just left one conscious hostage.
Well, at least it's better than no hostages, Kurgan thought.
The twig that Kurgan had been holding in his hands broke. He looked down to see that he had snapped it in half.
Kurgan dropped the stick and strode over to the smallest girl on the other side of the group. She was smaller than Nancy and blonde. He eyes were closed to the outside world, so she was completely oblivious when he grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her face forward. Kurgan stuck out his tongue and ran it down the length of her face. He chuckled deeply, a horrible rasping noise, before standing up and walking back into the thick line of trees.
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Scabior pulled out his hair, listening to her quiet sobs, along with the grunts and moans that were pulling him apart inside. He had to stop being a pussy and just blast in there, pulling his wand on them like a cowboy would pull his gun on an outlaw. Except for Scabior didn't make this comparison because he didn't know what a cowboy was. Muggle stuff.
Scabior ears perked up when he heard an unusually loud thump as someone was presumably thrown to the ground. Scabior shifted back from the door and hid behind a statue of a rather large troll. He didn't peek around the edge but instead listened for any sign of escape. Suddenly the door flung open and Scarlett burst out, clad in only underwear, even though this was still sliding off of her. She bolted out the room with her wand poised, followed by a series of furious and yells and one distinctive shriek. She didn't notice Scabior as she sprinted along the corridor.
Scabior jumped into action and leapt out from behind the ugly statue. He knocked out three Death Eaters with one jinx and ran after Scarlett.
They apparated back to camp as soon as they escaped through the front doors. Scabior and Scarlett sat gasping, not speaking. There was no need for words. Scarlett collapsed on the floor and closed her eyes. She shivered against the cool, wet grass and let her arms spread out beside her.
"Did they..." Scabior trailed off.
Scarlett merely nodded. Scabior pinched the bridge of his nose and shouted in fury, "Fuck!"
He took as few deep breaths then decided to re-clothe Scarlett as she seemed too exhausted to even keep her eyes open. A tear leaked from the corner of his eye as she adjusted the zip on her jeans. How pathetic was he if he couldn't even take care of an eighteen year old girl? She had been through so much in the past hour and he had just sat outside, listening and not having the balls to go in and save her. Scabior brushed the tear away and tugged down her jumper a little too forcefully. Scarlett whimpered.
"Sorry." Scabior muttered. He pulled it on more gently and then smoothed over the seam at her trousers. He ran a finger over a particularly deep gash above the waistband of her dark jeans. He pulled back and stared at the rivulet of blood smeared across the underneath of his index finger. He trailed his wand over twice and watched the wound knit itself together again.
Scabior trembled with anger, "When I get my 'ands on that little-"
"Don't worry." Scarlett mumbled.
"What?" Scabior moved closer to her mouth.
"I killed him." She replied, eyes still closed.
"You killed him...you killed...killed...YOU KILLED HIM?" Scabior yelled, his eyes wide.
Scarlett's eyes shot open in surprise, "Yeah! He deserved it!"
"Who else." Scabior asked, voice shaking slightly.
"What? Oh, erm, Macnair I think and erm, oh yeah, that Avery dude."
"Oh dear god, no." Scabior sat back on his haunches and placed both his hands in a prayer gesture under his nose.
"What?" Scarlett propped herself up onto her elbows.
"You say you killed Rowle, an' Macnair, an' Avery?" His voice sounded strange, hollow and almost scared.
Scared? Scabior wasn't scared of anything...
"Yeah..." Scarlett was worried. Scabior shouldn't be acting like this, he should be patting her on the back and toasting to her braveness. But he wasn't. He was sitting outside on the wet ground next to her, shaking in fear.
"Scar, remember what 'appened when you killed Dolohov?" Scabior's eyes found hers and latched on.
Scarlett's brain had stopped working. She didn't process what he was saying properly.
"For fuck sake's, Scabior, what's your point?" Scarlett nearly shouted at him.
"Scarlett," Scabior swallowed, "Avery and Rowle were-"
"In his inner circle I know." Scarlett finished impatiently.
"No," Scabior said slowly, "Avery and Rowle were in 'is inner inner circle."
Scarlett didn't say anything.
"His inner circle consisted of Avery, Rowle and Bellatrix. If you've killed two of his three most trusted Death Eaters then we're in way over our 'eads."
Scarlett swallowed. Remember what happened when she killed Dolohov...he had come after her.
"What the fuck are we going to do?"
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Greyback howled in pain as Venator ground his hips into Greyback's. Greyback had been thrown against the wall, his right foot sticking out at a peculiar angle. Venator had his mouth in the crook of his neck and was currently biting down on the exposed flesh there.
Greyback had been bitten by him before, because that was how he became a werewolf. But being treated the way he treated his prey was extremely unnerving for him. Greyback had some deep bruising along his hips and arms, cuts across his necks and on the inside of his thighs. His arse throbbed in pain and every time Venator threw him against the wall he howled out in agony.
Venator broke away from his bleeding neck just to mutter some obscenities into his hair.
Greyback snapped and rammed his elbows into the Alpha's chest, causing him to stumble back in surprise. Greyback turned around, hitching his dark trousers back onto his hips. He braced himself for the blow he was most definitely going to get. But it never came.
For all the pain he had been through in the past day or two, Greyback was slightly grateful that Venator detested magic, that way he was never dealt the Cruciatis curse. But being forcefully taken and beaten half to death had taken its toll on the old wolf. His senses remained perfectly intact but some of his bones, mostly in his foot, had broken. They would only take a day or two to heal fully but if they were not corrected they would stay unusable for years to come.
Both their ears pricked towards the entrance of the cave where half a dozen dark figures were striding towards them. Greyback recognised them instantly as Death Eaters and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He growled as Venator stepped over to them.
"What do you want?" He spat out with venom, eyes ablaze.
One of the Death Eaters smirked behind his mask, "You know Scabior and Scarlett, right?"
Venator relaxed a little, "Yeah," He said, tipping his chin out slightly.
"We need you to do something for us." The Death Eater said coldly.
"What's in it for me?" Venator growled.
The Death Eater grinned and said to the others, "Bring her here."
A/N: Duh duh duuuuuh, who is the mystery girl? Hmmm? Find out next chapter – PLEASE REIVEW I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.