AN: Whoa, okay this one is short. Like really short. But I just had to get it done. Not super happy with it though.
Day 6- Hostage/Trapped
Trapped.
That was how Severus felt as the Cruciatus ripped through his body, forcing him first to his knees, then fully onto the floor in front of Voldemort's feet.
The Dark Lord was in an exceptionally bad mood this evening and his loyal followers would pay the price.
For an instant, the curse was lifted, but before Severus even had a chance to catch his breath, he was under once more.
Trapped.
A hostage to his own body and mind. Unable to resist the effects of the curse as his arms and legs twitched uncontrollably.
He couldn't think clearly. He knew that Voldemort was speaking but Severus couldn't hear the words.
The pain was so excruciating, so intense, so mind-numbing, that all he could do was scream in agony; and he wasn't even sure that he was actually screaming. For all he knew, he was simply lying there in the dirt, unable to even make a sound.
Severus was certain that there was no torture on earth worse than this.
He wished for death.
Hoped for it.
Begged for it.
Anything to escape.