A/N: *Opening the door and looking into the story room to make sure it was safe*
*Audience*-(Yelling at me for not updating soon enough)
*Crystal*- I'M SOOOOOOO SORRY! Really I am! But I told you guys that I write again if you reach 75 and it took you this long to do it! But school and work are literally KICKING MY ASS. So please bear with me.
*Devil*(watching in amusement) Well, I knew this would happen but I was waiting to see this for a long time so I'm not helping you. Lol!
*Angel* (Looking at the crowd around Crystal) Can't we all just get along?
*Audience*-NO!!!!
*Angel*(Jump back in surprise)
*Devil*(rolling on the floor laughing) Why don't I take the audience off of you. I will have plenty of laughs when hary gets tortured.
*Devil*(yelling) Excuse me people! Can you come over here and I will be writing this part of the story now!
*Audience*(facing Devil in excitement)
*Devil*(Smirking at Crystal and Angel, then turning to the crowd) Thank you. Now I know you all are mad at Crystal and Angel.
*Audience*(Glaring at Crystal and Angel which made them flinch)
*Devil*(smiling evilly) I think you will enjoy this. For those who are looking forward to Harry getting raped, I will do it but on a different chapter and later in the story, not now.
*Some of the audience*( Groan)
*Devil*( looking at them sadly) Yes, yes, I know. But don't worry you and I, will have our fun with Harry but for those who doesnt want Harry raped (glaring at them) then that's okay. The rape scene will not affect the story by too much. It will be mentioned in the future chapters after the rape but that will be it. Harry will...um...I think I should make you wait until then to find out what Harry will have to do to recover and such.....
*Audience* (yelling for more infomation)
*Devil* (laughing) Well, that's why I'm called the Devil. I don't do what you all want me to do. I will make you wait.
*Devil* (smirking at Crystal and Angel's hiding spots) You can come out now. They won't bite now.
(Crystal and Angel coming out from a large bolder that went unnoticed by the audience)
*Crystal* I don't know if I should thank you or be mad at you.
*Angel nodded frantically*
*Devil*(cocking an eyebrow) And why is that?
*Crystal*(glaring at Devil) Because your going to make Harry get raped by..by...I dont know who because you never tell me what you are going to do to poor Harry.
*Angel* How can you be so cruel?!
*Devil* What do you guys expect from a devil? Be all nice and sweet like you two?!? Hahaha. What fun would the world be without any danger or viloence(spelling?)? Man...you guys are too good for my liking. Let's just get to the story.
*Crystal and Angel*( gumbling) Fine....
*Audience* (Cheering)
*Devil* (Smirking and rubbing hands in excitement)
Declaimer: Oddly enough, J. K. Rowlings continues to own Harry Potter and all other things pertaining to him. Since I have no desire to be sued, I will avoid claiming the contrary.
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After Harry's beating sessions with Lestrange, he thought that he wouldn't live though the next session with him. He had other Deatheater come by as well. All of them wanted to have a chance to beat the crap out of the Infamous Harry Potter. But out of all of them, they didn't even come near to Lestrange's beatings. It was worse then what Voldemort ever gave him in the past. Harry was lying on the cold, hard floor of one of the cells that Voldemort kept his prisoners. Harry was shivering and bleeding freely. His breathing was barely audible. If it wasn't for the weak but steady rising of his chest, he could have been mistaken for a corpse. No matter how hard he tries, he couldn't even move his pinky finger. He knew that both of his legs has been shattered within the first 3 days of torture, and also that his right arm was broken in four places. He was also having trouble breathing. With every breath, came a sharp pain in his chest which always making him gasp for more air, which only cause more pain. He also noticed that he had so many busies and burnes, that he gave up counting them. There were more, he was sure of it, but he mind was still forced mainly on the pain, trying to lessen it. Right now Harry was having a nightmare of his first torture session with Lestrange.
~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~
Lestrange's rough hand grabbing his chin as he turned his face this way and that, almost as if he were testing out a horse to see its good and bad traits.
"I finally got the privilege to torture the famous Harry Potter. What do you think of this situation?" Lestrange smirked again.
Harry just glared at him for a few moment before spitting a ball of spit in his pale-skinned face. Lestrange just stood there for a moment. Then, he put one of his hands in his pocket and pulled out a rag to wipe it face clean. Once Lestrange was satisfied, he just smiled again but this time with a murderous look in his eyes.
"We could have done this easily. Your suffering would have been minimal, but now," Harry shivered at the promise, "Now you have to be punished. To what degree is still up to you to decided. I could paralyze you but I prefer my victims to dance in pain."
Lestrange's childish manner had left with the other Deatheater now. Harry knew that this time he was serious all the way. Harry tried to free himself again from the chains that were suspending him by his arms, but he had no strength left in him to fight anymore. Harry's panicked mind was quick to point out, a black-thorned whip, was twitching anxiously against Lestrange's leg, but he didn't want Lesrange to see the fear in his eyes.
"What did I do exactly that was so horribly wrong?" Harry retaliated as calmly as he could muster.
"By defying my master and causing him years of suffering. Don't muffle your screams. I want to hear every scream, every whimper, every cry. I want to savior them. So if you value your sanity, I suggest you not!"
And without warning, Lestrange raised his hand with the whip and brought it crashing down on Harry's body. The first lash cut him across his back, from the shoulder to his tailbone - clinging heavily to his skin, tearing off slowly, as if it had suckers on it. There was a long swollen trace on his back now. His whole body racked with the blow. It seemed his breath was caught in his throat, that's why he didn't scream. Lestrange saw Harry's strained not to scream in pain and struggled to stay stubborn. There was no time for him to regroup before another blow caught him around his belly. He was so narrow, Lestrange realized, that the lash wrapped around him, licking his thigh from the other side. Harry's head lolled back suddenly - as if he was passing out. But his body was too taut for it, vibrating of tension.
"Two," Lestrange said as though it was nothing out of the ordinary.
The third blow drew a stripe right at his stomach. His gasp was more like a short cry when the lash stung him . Now Lestrange could hear his breath - fast and shallow, heaving all his body while his stiff fingers clawed into the chains that was holding him.
Lestrange did this about fifty times. Maybe more, Harry didn't keep count. At first, Harry wanted to deny Lestrange the pleasure of hearing him cry out. He wanted, what it was impossible for him to have -- some kind of control over his own reactions. But after the twentyth blow, Harry lost his control. After that, he couldn't be silent any more. Harry sreamed. An earth-scattering scream with every thrashing that was thrown at him. Each scream became louder then the one before. His body spasmed with each snap of the whip. Harry tried to escape again but the handcuffs prevented any movement except the violent spasms. Lestrange was showing no mercy. Harry's head thrashed from side to side in agony along with his legs. When he'd finished, finally, he'd flayed almost every inch of Harry's skin and reduced him to a shaking mess. He stood back to observe his handiwork. Harry was panting and had tears, combining with his blood, falling down his face in agony. Some of the lashes didn't break his skin with every blow. That half of them just left thick crimson traces, disgustingly puffy on his fleshless back. However, there was mainly blood that covered Harry's body, spilling in tiny drops on the ground under him.
Harry could sense every inch of his skin, could feel the blood dripping to the floor down his sides and legs. If he closed his eyes, he could number every touch, remember every blow, branded in Harry's mind and body. His whole body hangs limply where the hand-cuffs were holding him. Harry was dripping blood all over the floor.
Lestrange curled the whip and dropped it to the ground, stepped forward and grabbed a handful Harry's blood-matted hair, pulling his head back to look into his eyes, apparently pleased by what he saw there. He stepped forward, pushing Harry back against the wall, smiling as Hary winced when the torn mess of his back hit the cold wall.
"The smell of blood is so. . . stimulating. . . don't you think?" Lestrange sighed as he looked at Harry's face in a calm voice. "There is one way you can get out of this with your life, you know?"
Harry didn't answer, at first. He was having trouble fighting the urge to cry right there and then but he had too much pride to let these scumbags see him begging for mercy. He didn't want it or need it. If was going to die, he would die fighting.
"And what's that?" Harry spat once he got he got voice back with his eyes rise to meet his torturer but too exhuasted to lift his head.
"By joining my master in ruling the wizarding world. Once our world is clean of Mudbloods and Muggle-borns then we will rule the muggle world as well. He's only punishing you because you caused him a lot of suffering. If you hadn't done that, he would have offered much less pain." Lestrange replied.
"Let me think on that one. Hmm. Lets see. I have to choose between my friends, my godfather, and other people that I care about over power. That is a tough one" Harry said sarcastically but Lestrange didn't catch it.
"What is your decision then? It can't be that hard, can it?" Lestrange grumbled impatiently.
"Don't rush me! This is life and death for me, we're talk here. Hmm......my answer would be...come a little closer, my throat really hurts. NEVER!!!" Harry bellowed in Lestranges left ear.
Lestrange stumbled back in shock but he quickly recovered and looked furiously enraged.
"You will be punished for that, and dearly if I might add, with your life. Unfortunately for me, I can't kill you, well not yet anyways. However, I have other ways of punishment that you would...enjoy. I think you know this one quite well." Lestrange smirked. Harry's face turned nauseating shade of white, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "And besides, now that I've heard your screams, I think I like them better, I want to hear them again."
"Crucio!" Lestrange barked with his wand leveled at Harry.
Harry was writhing in pain, but refusing to let out a scream.
When Harry realized that Lestrange had stopped, Harry was panting again, but this time it became so hard that it was forming into a cough fit, a bone-shaking coughing fit. After his fit had finalized, he raised his head and looked down towards his torturer, he large luminous eyes questioning 'why'.
He only smiled in reply but had a little diappointment in them because Harry didn't scream that time and said.
"Congratulations Potter. Your session is over for today."
And before Harry could get a grip of the words that was just spoken to him or reply. Harry felt a hard object collide with the back of his head before he blacked out cold.
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A kick to Harry's already broken ribs was woken out and once again gasping in shallow breaths.
"Get up, Potter. Master wants to see you now." One of the guards ordered him with disgust in his voice.
Harry didn't move, speak or opened his eyes. He just lay there, in his blood stained jeans (he didn't have any shirt anymore), hoping against all odds that they would just leave him alone, but he knew that would never happen. Harry didn't even heard what the guard had said. He was too forced on lessen the pain that his body was producing. He had been there for about a week now. He knows this because everyday the guards would tell him how long he has been here. Probably trying to make him suffer more. Now he even wonders if his friends even notice that he is gone.
"I said get up!" The guards kicked him again but this time on Harry's spine.
Harry just moaned in pain but didn't move. After a few moments, Harry felt that he was lifted off the ground. Strange. It feels like every blood cell in his body was going to his head all of a sudden. Harry slowly opened his eyes. At first everything was just black. He blinked painfully once, then twice, till his vision was clear enough to register what was going on. Everything was upside down. He was trying to get all this in his head but the blood was filling it up fast, which didn't allow much thinking. Harry did figure out that he was being held from the ground by his right ankles. His arms was hanging limply on the floor, making a small trail of blood. Harry closed his eyes again because the hallway that the Deatheaters were taking him was spinning really fast. Harry tried not to think where he was going. Whom he would meet, the pain his body screamed, what was happening to him, and everything else painful.
They continued down the path until they halted to a stop. Harry figured that they finally got to their destination and Harry's doom. Then, without warning, his scar flashed up in a burning rage, more than it had been before. He now knew exactly where he was going. To Voldemort. Harry heard the door creek open. The Deatheater that was holding Harry by the leg begin to walk in.
"Ah, your here on time, good. Put him done." purred a voice that Harry knew only too well.
With that command, the Deatheater dropped him roughly to the floor. Harry let out a moan and made a desperate attempt to move but couldn't. So instead, Harry opened his eyes again to look at the monster that stand before him and behind the Dark Lord was about fifteen Deatheaters watch with amusement on their faces.
Voldemort looked exactly like the last time he saw him. With a body of a human and a face of a snake, only more human than snake. He was circling around Harry's limp body like a hawk before diving for the kill. Voldemort knew from experience that this alone was torture already.
Harry didn't even bother to follow the movement of him. He gave no sign that he was even aware of Voldemort's presence. He just closed his eyes again and waited to find out what was going to happen next. After what felt like forever to Harry, Voldemort spoke.
"My, my Potter. What a wreck you look. What did Lestrange do to you?" Voldemort's voice was dripping with sarcasm and cruelty.
The Deatheaters behind him laughed heartily. Voldemort raised his hand to signal them to stop laughing, which stop abruptly. Harry just stared stupidly at the man that had killed his parents, his body trying to fall back onto it's side to sleep. His mind was numb as well as his body and he didn't have a clue as to what he should do.
"Why so quite, Potter? You use to have a lot of...spirit the last time we meet. No matter, I have some unfinished business with you." He jeered with a maniac grin on his face.
"I'm only going to ask you this once. You have defied me before. I'm willing to forgive those, after some minimal punishment. If you join me with my loyal Deatheater and once you earn the privilege, you will be my right-hand Deatheater and second in command. So what do you say Potter? It would be wise of you not to deny me again" suggested Voldemort as he loomed over Harry. "It would cause you far less pain."
Harry just glared at him for what seemed like an eternity to Voldemort, but he was patient. A tide of green eyes stared deep into the red blood eyes that was looking back at him.
The glaring continued even longer. Now Voldemort was getting impatient.
"Are you deaf, boy?! Answer me!" Voldemort bellowed, which made Harry wince in pain but he didn't reply. Harry continued to stare which only made the Dark Lord even angrier.
"Crucio" the snake-man snarled.
The instance the word was spoken, white hot knives seemed to be piercing Harry's body. He screamed, withing on the ground in utter pain. He felt like as if his flesh was being shredded apart. Once muscle at a time. Harry was still screaming when the curse was lifted but not as much. Harry heaved into a fit of bone-shaking coughs again. But this time blood was coming out from his mouth with every cough. Harry could hear Voldemort chuckling in the background of the coughing fit.
"Are you sure about your decision then?" Voldemort asked.
Harry nodded his head slowly, then quicker, as if to reassure Voldemort and himself that he was positive.
"Then you leave me no choice." Voldemort snarled.
Harry tensed up once again preparing to receive the Killing Curse but it didn't came. Harry was confused. This only scared him even further.
He's stalling. What could he his reason for stalling? Can't he just kill me and get it over with. Harry though nervously.
Harry opened his eyes again. Things was blurry again but this time he still had on his glasses but it was cracked a little which wasn't Harry's problem. He could only see the figure of Voldemort going to the band of Deatheaters that Harry saw earlier. After waiting anxiously for a few minutes, Voldemort came back in front of Harry again with a few of his minons beside him.
"Potter, I would like for you to meet one of my most devoted servants, Sabrina Erdon." Voldemort piped with a little pride in his voice as he gestured to the young woman next to him.
Harry shifted his glaze to woman that he was pointed to. The young lady, Harry noticed, was quite beautiful. She had long black hair that reached to her chest as it was tied up with a snake tie. By only looking at her, Harry could tell that her olive colored skin was soft to the touch. She had miss matched eyes. One of them was light green and the other was light blue but they weren't soft with happiness or fear, but anger as she stared at Harry. He knew that she wasn't there to save him from this hell. Behind her was two big-looking men. He guessed either they were her protectors or something alone those lines. She stared at Harry for a few more moments, then she turned to face Voldemort. Sabrina lowered one of her knees to the floor and bowed her head in respect.
"What service may I bring you My Lord." Sabrina asked.
Voldemort smiled again.
"Do you have to potion ready?" He asked.
"Yes, My Lord, I do."
"Good. Why don't we test it out on Potter here. Would you do the honors for me, Sabrina?"
"You are most generous, My Lord." Sabrina raised her head to look into Voldemort's eyes and smiled.
At the word generous Harry snorted in disgust and disbelief, which receive glares from both Voldemort and Sabrina.
Sabrina waved one of her hands to the two men that followed her with Voldemort. Once they were by her side, she signaled them at Harry. At that, they stride to Harry and grabbed him roughly by the arms from the floor and one of them grabbed a hand full of Harry's hair and pulled them back so that Harry was forced to look at Voldemort. Harry hissed in pain. After the sudden pain had passed, Harry saw Sabrina walking towards him. He tried again to free himself from his captors but to no effect. Sabrina grinned again.
"I finally meet Harry Potter at last. I still don't see why you would not choose our side over the light. Muggle are useless creatures and Mudbloodes shouldn't be trusted for they chose Muggles for relationships. Anyways, you're going to enjoy this. On second thought, we are going to enjoy this."
Sabrina snapped her fingers and began to open the bottle of shocking pink liquid.
Harry's captors tighten their grips around Harry and the other Deatheater that wasn't holding Harry's hair, forced Harry's mouth open. Harry fought with all his might now, so that he could avoid the potion that was about to be given to him. But they affect of not having a decent meal in about a week, dropped his strength considerably. Once Harry's mouth was forced open, Sabrina dumped the entire substance in Harry's mouth. Harry began to choke instantly, trying to stop himself from consuming any of the potion, but Sabrina closed his mouth with a snap holding her hand there until the fit subsided, and she was sure the liquid was fully swallowed.
Smiling triumphantly, Sabrina nodded to the death eaters once, and they instantly released their hold on Harry, who slumped to the floor, gasping. They all backed away to see what was going to happen. Sabrina had an idea but this was the first time she had given it to someone. She had only tried it on animals as experiences and they didn't turn out pretty, she was please to inform Voldemort.
Harry laid there panting. He didn't know what was in that potion so he had no idea what it was. He only knew that it wasn't good and was almost sure it would cause him more pain. Once Harry began to breath normally again (well, normally as possible), he looked up at Sabrina for answers to what was going to happen next. Sabrina's face was blank at first but once she saw Harry's eyes fixed with hers, she gave him a evil grin, which only confirmed that the potion was a bad sign. Harry waited anxiously for a few minutes but nothing happened. Harry was really confused now and so was a few Deatheaters, as he heard in the background whispering and talking softly. Voldemort was getting impatient as well.
"Sabrina, I thought I told you to create a potion that would cause him pain. I don't see that happening. Do you want to suffer pain as much as him for not obeying me?" Voldemort asked in a calm but deadly voice his eyes flashing.
Sabrina looked at him lazily and replied calmly back.
" It takes a few minutes for it to reach every part of his body. Once done so, the pain will begin. Don't worry, My Lord. I didn't fail you like most have." She explained as she looked behind her and scanned the Deatheaters that didn't help in bring Voldemort back to power.
"This had better work Sabrina or you will suffer the fate of Potter, here." Voldemort hissed angrily.
Before Harry could process what was said between Voldemort and Sabrina into his thoughts, pain exploded though out the young wizard's body. He screamed in at the sudden agony. Harry writhed in pain on the cold hard floor, each wave of pain worse than the one before. Fire blazed through Harry as his muscles spasmed and heaved. He thrashed around. It felt as if acid ran through his veins; had he been able to, he would have screamed again. But even that release was denied him. He could only grunt like an animal. Convulsion after convulsion wracked him.
Instinctively, Harry tried to gain control of the pain, but it lanced through his skull; he nearly blacked out. It took everything he had to fight his way back from the edge of unconsciousness. Harry was beginning to panic. Will this kill him? As if that burst of panic were a signal, his thoughts became chaos. He couldn't stand it any longer, his eyes rolled back into his head and Harry could feel his brain being systemically shutting down into oblivion.
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A/N: Please let me know what you think! The faster you review, the more excited I get, and thus the quicker I post the next part! Thanks a bunch, and I hope nobody fell asleep! Sabrina is mine, all mine!!!! **Insane laughter** Everyone else belongs to what's' her name. The rich woman in England who is forcing us to wait till June 3, 2003. Evil git!
*Devil* So what did you think of that?
*Crystal and Angel sobbing for Harry* How can you let Harry go thought THAT?!?! That was....inhumane!
*Devil* I thought it was great! I was laughing and crying with joy. It was a masterpiece!
*Crystal and Angel*( Jaws dropped to the floor in shock of Devil cruelity and ran out of the room to throw up in the nearest toliet)
*Devil* Weak-minded....anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed as much as I did. I wanted to do more but I think that it would ruin the rape scence. Heheheheh. Anyways, I expect at least 95-100 reviews. If not...I will not do the rape scene soon or update the next chapter. It will be MY decion...not Crystal or Angel.
*Thanks a bunch to these Ladies and Gents:
Emma Malfoy-Thanks!
Draconic Ragnorock-Lol. Well my sadistic side of mine is not very impatient cause I read too much of rape scenes to last me a life time. Lol. I guess you got what you wanted. Voldemort is in this one.
Autumn Dreams- Well, here it is!
ElvenRanger- Lol. I guess you got torture! Same with my Devil. We always have fun with me! I hardly talk with my Angel side. She's a....(whispering in your ear) lil boring. Don't tell her that! (Normal voice again) I guess you are a lil messed up! Lol. Where is your striaght jacket?
Lei Dumbledore- Of course not. The more the merrier! Yea....well....I had to do school like most pplz here but hey blame the school not me. I'll try to get to read your stories but I think I have read one of them. I dont remember which one at the moment but I think I did.
PissedOffEskimo- Lol. I wonder how that will feel. I never had a boyfriend before. Lol. Don't get any ideas. Hehehehe. I might not do a too graphic scene but enough. I think. So don't be too upset if it was not the way you want it to be.
Sk8terboi- Don't worry, I will!
FleccaHPfan-*winking* Right I wont hurt Harry! *Looking shocked* Oh wait! I just did! OMG! I'm SOOOO Sorry! Heheheheh. My Devil side got the better of me. I think that is a good thing for this chapter. hehehehe. Dont get too nervious, it will do you no good!
heath 999- You will have to wait to find out won't you? Hehehehhehe. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe Harry have to escape for himself. (this may or may not be the future escape)
Black panther- Thanks! I love your story too! I have read your story a while ago. And I love it. I forgot what the name was but I sure did read your story. Thanks for putting me on your Fave List.
kateydidnt- Yes I am.
*Audience*-(Yelling at me for not updating soon enough)
*Crystal*- I'M SOOOOOOO SORRY! Really I am! But I told you guys that I write again if you reach 75 and it took you this long to do it! But school and work are literally KICKING MY ASS. So please bear with me.
*Devil*(watching in amusement) Well, I knew this would happen but I was waiting to see this for a long time so I'm not helping you. Lol!
*Angel* (Looking at the crowd around Crystal) Can't we all just get along?
*Audience*-NO!!!!
*Angel*(Jump back in surprise)
*Devil*(rolling on the floor laughing) Why don't I take the audience off of you. I will have plenty of laughs when hary gets tortured.
*Devil*(yelling) Excuse me people! Can you come over here and I will be writing this part of the story now!
*Audience*(facing Devil in excitement)
*Devil*(Smirking at Crystal and Angel, then turning to the crowd) Thank you. Now I know you all are mad at Crystal and Angel.
*Audience*(Glaring at Crystal and Angel which made them flinch)
*Devil*(smiling evilly) I think you will enjoy this. For those who are looking forward to Harry getting raped, I will do it but on a different chapter and later in the story, not now.
*Some of the audience*( Groan)
*Devil*( looking at them sadly) Yes, yes, I know. But don't worry you and I, will have our fun with Harry but for those who doesnt want Harry raped (glaring at them) then that's okay. The rape scene will not affect the story by too much. It will be mentioned in the future chapters after the rape but that will be it. Harry will...um...I think I should make you wait until then to find out what Harry will have to do to recover and such.....
*Audience* (yelling for more infomation)
*Devil* (laughing) Well, that's why I'm called the Devil. I don't do what you all want me to do. I will make you wait.
*Devil* (smirking at Crystal and Angel's hiding spots) You can come out now. They won't bite now.
(Crystal and Angel coming out from a large bolder that went unnoticed by the audience)
*Crystal* I don't know if I should thank you or be mad at you.
*Angel nodded frantically*
*Devil*(cocking an eyebrow) And why is that?
*Crystal*(glaring at Devil) Because your going to make Harry get raped by..by...I dont know who because you never tell me what you are going to do to poor Harry.
*Angel* How can you be so cruel?!
*Devil* What do you guys expect from a devil? Be all nice and sweet like you two?!? Hahaha. What fun would the world be without any danger or viloence(spelling?)? Man...you guys are too good for my liking. Let's just get to the story.
*Crystal and Angel*( gumbling) Fine....
*Audience* (Cheering)
*Devil* (Smirking and rubbing hands in excitement)
Declaimer: Oddly enough, J. K. Rowlings continues to own Harry Potter and all other things pertaining to him. Since I have no desire to be sued, I will avoid claiming the contrary.
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After Harry's beating sessions with Lestrange, he thought that he wouldn't live though the next session with him. He had other Deatheater come by as well. All of them wanted to have a chance to beat the crap out of the Infamous Harry Potter. But out of all of them, they didn't even come near to Lestrange's beatings. It was worse then what Voldemort ever gave him in the past. Harry was lying on the cold, hard floor of one of the cells that Voldemort kept his prisoners. Harry was shivering and bleeding freely. His breathing was barely audible. If it wasn't for the weak but steady rising of his chest, he could have been mistaken for a corpse. No matter how hard he tries, he couldn't even move his pinky finger. He knew that both of his legs has been shattered within the first 3 days of torture, and also that his right arm was broken in four places. He was also having trouble breathing. With every breath, came a sharp pain in his chest which always making him gasp for more air, which only cause more pain. He also noticed that he had so many busies and burnes, that he gave up counting them. There were more, he was sure of it, but he mind was still forced mainly on the pain, trying to lessen it. Right now Harry was having a nightmare of his first torture session with Lestrange.
~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~
Lestrange's rough hand grabbing his chin as he turned his face this way and that, almost as if he were testing out a horse to see its good and bad traits.
"I finally got the privilege to torture the famous Harry Potter. What do you think of this situation?" Lestrange smirked again.
Harry just glared at him for a few moment before spitting a ball of spit in his pale-skinned face. Lestrange just stood there for a moment. Then, he put one of his hands in his pocket and pulled out a rag to wipe it face clean. Once Lestrange was satisfied, he just smiled again but this time with a murderous look in his eyes.
"We could have done this easily. Your suffering would have been minimal, but now," Harry shivered at the promise, "Now you have to be punished. To what degree is still up to you to decided. I could paralyze you but I prefer my victims to dance in pain."
Lestrange's childish manner had left with the other Deatheater now. Harry knew that this time he was serious all the way. Harry tried to free himself again from the chains that were suspending him by his arms, but he had no strength left in him to fight anymore. Harry's panicked mind was quick to point out, a black-thorned whip, was twitching anxiously against Lestrange's leg, but he didn't want Lesrange to see the fear in his eyes.
"What did I do exactly that was so horribly wrong?" Harry retaliated as calmly as he could muster.
"By defying my master and causing him years of suffering. Don't muffle your screams. I want to hear every scream, every whimper, every cry. I want to savior them. So if you value your sanity, I suggest you not!"
And without warning, Lestrange raised his hand with the whip and brought it crashing down on Harry's body. The first lash cut him across his back, from the shoulder to his tailbone - clinging heavily to his skin, tearing off slowly, as if it had suckers on it. There was a long swollen trace on his back now. His whole body racked with the blow. It seemed his breath was caught in his throat, that's why he didn't scream. Lestrange saw Harry's strained not to scream in pain and struggled to stay stubborn. There was no time for him to regroup before another blow caught him around his belly. He was so narrow, Lestrange realized, that the lash wrapped around him, licking his thigh from the other side. Harry's head lolled back suddenly - as if he was passing out. But his body was too taut for it, vibrating of tension.
"Two," Lestrange said as though it was nothing out of the ordinary.
The third blow drew a stripe right at his stomach. His gasp was more like a short cry when the lash stung him . Now Lestrange could hear his breath - fast and shallow, heaving all his body while his stiff fingers clawed into the chains that was holding him.
Lestrange did this about fifty times. Maybe more, Harry didn't keep count. At first, Harry wanted to deny Lestrange the pleasure of hearing him cry out. He wanted, what it was impossible for him to have -- some kind of control over his own reactions. But after the twentyth blow, Harry lost his control. After that, he couldn't be silent any more. Harry sreamed. An earth-scattering scream with every thrashing that was thrown at him. Each scream became louder then the one before. His body spasmed with each snap of the whip. Harry tried to escape again but the handcuffs prevented any movement except the violent spasms. Lestrange was showing no mercy. Harry's head thrashed from side to side in agony along with his legs. When he'd finished, finally, he'd flayed almost every inch of Harry's skin and reduced him to a shaking mess. He stood back to observe his handiwork. Harry was panting and had tears, combining with his blood, falling down his face in agony. Some of the lashes didn't break his skin with every blow. That half of them just left thick crimson traces, disgustingly puffy on his fleshless back. However, there was mainly blood that covered Harry's body, spilling in tiny drops on the ground under him.
Harry could sense every inch of his skin, could feel the blood dripping to the floor down his sides and legs. If he closed his eyes, he could number every touch, remember every blow, branded in Harry's mind and body. His whole body hangs limply where the hand-cuffs were holding him. Harry was dripping blood all over the floor.
Lestrange curled the whip and dropped it to the ground, stepped forward and grabbed a handful Harry's blood-matted hair, pulling his head back to look into his eyes, apparently pleased by what he saw there. He stepped forward, pushing Harry back against the wall, smiling as Hary winced when the torn mess of his back hit the cold wall.
"The smell of blood is so. . . stimulating. . . don't you think?" Lestrange sighed as he looked at Harry's face in a calm voice. "There is one way you can get out of this with your life, you know?"
Harry didn't answer, at first. He was having trouble fighting the urge to cry right there and then but he had too much pride to let these scumbags see him begging for mercy. He didn't want it or need it. If was going to die, he would die fighting.
"And what's that?" Harry spat once he got he got voice back with his eyes rise to meet his torturer but too exhuasted to lift his head.
"By joining my master in ruling the wizarding world. Once our world is clean of Mudbloods and Muggle-borns then we will rule the muggle world as well. He's only punishing you because you caused him a lot of suffering. If you hadn't done that, he would have offered much less pain." Lestrange replied.
"Let me think on that one. Hmm. Lets see. I have to choose between my friends, my godfather, and other people that I care about over power. That is a tough one" Harry said sarcastically but Lestrange didn't catch it.
"What is your decision then? It can't be that hard, can it?" Lestrange grumbled impatiently.
"Don't rush me! This is life and death for me, we're talk here. Hmm......my answer would be...come a little closer, my throat really hurts. NEVER!!!" Harry bellowed in Lestranges left ear.
Lestrange stumbled back in shock but he quickly recovered and looked furiously enraged.
"You will be punished for that, and dearly if I might add, with your life. Unfortunately for me, I can't kill you, well not yet anyways. However, I have other ways of punishment that you would...enjoy. I think you know this one quite well." Lestrange smirked. Harry's face turned nauseating shade of white, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "And besides, now that I've heard your screams, I think I like them better, I want to hear them again."
"Crucio!" Lestrange barked with his wand leveled at Harry.
Harry was writhing in pain, but refusing to let out a scream.
When Harry realized that Lestrange had stopped, Harry was panting again, but this time it became so hard that it was forming into a cough fit, a bone-shaking coughing fit. After his fit had finalized, he raised his head and looked down towards his torturer, he large luminous eyes questioning 'why'.
He only smiled in reply but had a little diappointment in them because Harry didn't scream that time and said.
"Congratulations Potter. Your session is over for today."
And before Harry could get a grip of the words that was just spoken to him or reply. Harry felt a hard object collide with the back of his head before he blacked out cold.
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A kick to Harry's already broken ribs was woken out and once again gasping in shallow breaths.
"Get up, Potter. Master wants to see you now." One of the guards ordered him with disgust in his voice.
Harry didn't move, speak or opened his eyes. He just lay there, in his blood stained jeans (he didn't have any shirt anymore), hoping against all odds that they would just leave him alone, but he knew that would never happen. Harry didn't even heard what the guard had said. He was too forced on lessen the pain that his body was producing. He had been there for about a week now. He knows this because everyday the guards would tell him how long he has been here. Probably trying to make him suffer more. Now he even wonders if his friends even notice that he is gone.
"I said get up!" The guards kicked him again but this time on Harry's spine.
Harry just moaned in pain but didn't move. After a few moments, Harry felt that he was lifted off the ground. Strange. It feels like every blood cell in his body was going to his head all of a sudden. Harry slowly opened his eyes. At first everything was just black. He blinked painfully once, then twice, till his vision was clear enough to register what was going on. Everything was upside down. He was trying to get all this in his head but the blood was filling it up fast, which didn't allow much thinking. Harry did figure out that he was being held from the ground by his right ankles. His arms was hanging limply on the floor, making a small trail of blood. Harry closed his eyes again because the hallway that the Deatheaters were taking him was spinning really fast. Harry tried not to think where he was going. Whom he would meet, the pain his body screamed, what was happening to him, and everything else painful.
They continued down the path until they halted to a stop. Harry figured that they finally got to their destination and Harry's doom. Then, without warning, his scar flashed up in a burning rage, more than it had been before. He now knew exactly where he was going. To Voldemort. Harry heard the door creek open. The Deatheater that was holding Harry by the leg begin to walk in.
"Ah, your here on time, good. Put him done." purred a voice that Harry knew only too well.
With that command, the Deatheater dropped him roughly to the floor. Harry let out a moan and made a desperate attempt to move but couldn't. So instead, Harry opened his eyes again to look at the monster that stand before him and behind the Dark Lord was about fifteen Deatheaters watch with amusement on their faces.
Voldemort looked exactly like the last time he saw him. With a body of a human and a face of a snake, only more human than snake. He was circling around Harry's limp body like a hawk before diving for the kill. Voldemort knew from experience that this alone was torture already.
Harry didn't even bother to follow the movement of him. He gave no sign that he was even aware of Voldemort's presence. He just closed his eyes again and waited to find out what was going to happen next. After what felt like forever to Harry, Voldemort spoke.
"My, my Potter. What a wreck you look. What did Lestrange do to you?" Voldemort's voice was dripping with sarcasm and cruelty.
The Deatheaters behind him laughed heartily. Voldemort raised his hand to signal them to stop laughing, which stop abruptly. Harry just stared stupidly at the man that had killed his parents, his body trying to fall back onto it's side to sleep. His mind was numb as well as his body and he didn't have a clue as to what he should do.
"Why so quite, Potter? You use to have a lot of...spirit the last time we meet. No matter, I have some unfinished business with you." He jeered with a maniac grin on his face.
"I'm only going to ask you this once. You have defied me before. I'm willing to forgive those, after some minimal punishment. If you join me with my loyal Deatheater and once you earn the privilege, you will be my right-hand Deatheater and second in command. So what do you say Potter? It would be wise of you not to deny me again" suggested Voldemort as he loomed over Harry. "It would cause you far less pain."
Harry just glared at him for what seemed like an eternity to Voldemort, but he was patient. A tide of green eyes stared deep into the red blood eyes that was looking back at him.
The glaring continued even longer. Now Voldemort was getting impatient.
"Are you deaf, boy?! Answer me!" Voldemort bellowed, which made Harry wince in pain but he didn't reply. Harry continued to stare which only made the Dark Lord even angrier.
"Crucio" the snake-man snarled.
The instance the word was spoken, white hot knives seemed to be piercing Harry's body. He screamed, withing on the ground in utter pain. He felt like as if his flesh was being shredded apart. Once muscle at a time. Harry was still screaming when the curse was lifted but not as much. Harry heaved into a fit of bone-shaking coughs again. But this time blood was coming out from his mouth with every cough. Harry could hear Voldemort chuckling in the background of the coughing fit.
"Are you sure about your decision then?" Voldemort asked.
Harry nodded his head slowly, then quicker, as if to reassure Voldemort and himself that he was positive.
"Then you leave me no choice." Voldemort snarled.
Harry tensed up once again preparing to receive the Killing Curse but it didn't came. Harry was confused. This only scared him even further.
He's stalling. What could he his reason for stalling? Can't he just kill me and get it over with. Harry though nervously.
Harry opened his eyes again. Things was blurry again but this time he still had on his glasses but it was cracked a little which wasn't Harry's problem. He could only see the figure of Voldemort going to the band of Deatheaters that Harry saw earlier. After waiting anxiously for a few minutes, Voldemort came back in front of Harry again with a few of his minons beside him.
"Potter, I would like for you to meet one of my most devoted servants, Sabrina Erdon." Voldemort piped with a little pride in his voice as he gestured to the young woman next to him.
Harry shifted his glaze to woman that he was pointed to. The young lady, Harry noticed, was quite beautiful. She had long black hair that reached to her chest as it was tied up with a snake tie. By only looking at her, Harry could tell that her olive colored skin was soft to the touch. She had miss matched eyes. One of them was light green and the other was light blue but they weren't soft with happiness or fear, but anger as she stared at Harry. He knew that she wasn't there to save him from this hell. Behind her was two big-looking men. He guessed either they were her protectors or something alone those lines. She stared at Harry for a few more moments, then she turned to face Voldemort. Sabrina lowered one of her knees to the floor and bowed her head in respect.
"What service may I bring you My Lord." Sabrina asked.
Voldemort smiled again.
"Do you have to potion ready?" He asked.
"Yes, My Lord, I do."
"Good. Why don't we test it out on Potter here. Would you do the honors for me, Sabrina?"
"You are most generous, My Lord." Sabrina raised her head to look into Voldemort's eyes and smiled.
At the word generous Harry snorted in disgust and disbelief, which receive glares from both Voldemort and Sabrina.
Sabrina waved one of her hands to the two men that followed her with Voldemort. Once they were by her side, she signaled them at Harry. At that, they stride to Harry and grabbed him roughly by the arms from the floor and one of them grabbed a hand full of Harry's hair and pulled them back so that Harry was forced to look at Voldemort. Harry hissed in pain. After the sudden pain had passed, Harry saw Sabrina walking towards him. He tried again to free himself from his captors but to no effect. Sabrina grinned again.
"I finally meet Harry Potter at last. I still don't see why you would not choose our side over the light. Muggle are useless creatures and Mudbloodes shouldn't be trusted for they chose Muggles for relationships. Anyways, you're going to enjoy this. On second thought, we are going to enjoy this."
Sabrina snapped her fingers and began to open the bottle of shocking pink liquid.
Harry's captors tighten their grips around Harry and the other Deatheater that wasn't holding Harry's hair, forced Harry's mouth open. Harry fought with all his might now, so that he could avoid the potion that was about to be given to him. But they affect of not having a decent meal in about a week, dropped his strength considerably. Once Harry's mouth was forced open, Sabrina dumped the entire substance in Harry's mouth. Harry began to choke instantly, trying to stop himself from consuming any of the potion, but Sabrina closed his mouth with a snap holding her hand there until the fit subsided, and she was sure the liquid was fully swallowed.
Smiling triumphantly, Sabrina nodded to the death eaters once, and they instantly released their hold on Harry, who slumped to the floor, gasping. They all backed away to see what was going to happen. Sabrina had an idea but this was the first time she had given it to someone. She had only tried it on animals as experiences and they didn't turn out pretty, she was please to inform Voldemort.
Harry laid there panting. He didn't know what was in that potion so he had no idea what it was. He only knew that it wasn't good and was almost sure it would cause him more pain. Once Harry began to breath normally again (well, normally as possible), he looked up at Sabrina for answers to what was going to happen next. Sabrina's face was blank at first but once she saw Harry's eyes fixed with hers, she gave him a evil grin, which only confirmed that the potion was a bad sign. Harry waited anxiously for a few minutes but nothing happened. Harry was really confused now and so was a few Deatheaters, as he heard in the background whispering and talking softly. Voldemort was getting impatient as well.
"Sabrina, I thought I told you to create a potion that would cause him pain. I don't see that happening. Do you want to suffer pain as much as him for not obeying me?" Voldemort asked in a calm but deadly voice his eyes flashing.
Sabrina looked at him lazily and replied calmly back.
" It takes a few minutes for it to reach every part of his body. Once done so, the pain will begin. Don't worry, My Lord. I didn't fail you like most have." She explained as she looked behind her and scanned the Deatheaters that didn't help in bring Voldemort back to power.
"This had better work Sabrina or you will suffer the fate of Potter, here." Voldemort hissed angrily.
Before Harry could process what was said between Voldemort and Sabrina into his thoughts, pain exploded though out the young wizard's body. He screamed in at the sudden agony. Harry writhed in pain on the cold hard floor, each wave of pain worse than the one before. Fire blazed through Harry as his muscles spasmed and heaved. He thrashed around. It felt as if acid ran through his veins; had he been able to, he would have screamed again. But even that release was denied him. He could only grunt like an animal. Convulsion after convulsion wracked him.
Instinctively, Harry tried to gain control of the pain, but it lanced through his skull; he nearly blacked out. It took everything he had to fight his way back from the edge of unconsciousness. Harry was beginning to panic. Will this kill him? As if that burst of panic were a signal, his thoughts became chaos. He couldn't stand it any longer, his eyes rolled back into his head and Harry could feel his brain being systemically shutting down into oblivion.
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A/N: Please let me know what you think! The faster you review, the more excited I get, and thus the quicker I post the next part! Thanks a bunch, and I hope nobody fell asleep! Sabrina is mine, all mine!!!! **Insane laughter** Everyone else belongs to what's' her name. The rich woman in England who is forcing us to wait till June 3, 2003. Evil git!
*Devil* So what did you think of that?
*Crystal and Angel sobbing for Harry* How can you let Harry go thought THAT?!?! That was....inhumane!
*Devil* I thought it was great! I was laughing and crying with joy. It was a masterpiece!
*Crystal and Angel*( Jaws dropped to the floor in shock of Devil cruelity and ran out of the room to throw up in the nearest toliet)
*Devil* Weak-minded....anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed as much as I did. I wanted to do more but I think that it would ruin the rape scence. Heheheheh. Anyways, I expect at least 95-100 reviews. If not...I will not do the rape scene soon or update the next chapter. It will be MY decion...not Crystal or Angel.
*Thanks a bunch to these Ladies and Gents:
Emma Malfoy-Thanks!
Draconic Ragnorock-Lol. Well my sadistic side of mine is not very impatient cause I read too much of rape scenes to last me a life time. Lol. I guess you got what you wanted. Voldemort is in this one.
Autumn Dreams- Well, here it is!
ElvenRanger- Lol. I guess you got torture! Same with my Devil. We always have fun with me! I hardly talk with my Angel side. She's a....(whispering in your ear) lil boring. Don't tell her that! (Normal voice again) I guess you are a lil messed up! Lol. Where is your striaght jacket?
Lei Dumbledore- Of course not. The more the merrier! Yea....well....I had to do school like most pplz here but hey blame the school not me. I'll try to get to read your stories but I think I have read one of them. I dont remember which one at the moment but I think I did.
PissedOffEskimo- Lol. I wonder how that will feel. I never had a boyfriend before. Lol. Don't get any ideas. Hehehehe. I might not do a too graphic scene but enough. I think. So don't be too upset if it was not the way you want it to be.
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FleccaHPfan-*winking* Right I wont hurt Harry! *Looking shocked* Oh wait! I just did! OMG! I'm SOOOO Sorry! Heheheheh. My Devil side got the better of me. I think that is a good thing for this chapter. hehehehe. Dont get too nervious, it will do you no good!
heath 999- You will have to wait to find out won't you? Hehehehhehe. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe Harry have to escape for himself. (this may or may not be the future escape)
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