"So Severus, what shall it be now? We could brand you again, although it is no longer as much fun since you kicked the iron into MacNair's face. Ah, here. We shall use the whip again. I think our last session was sufficently long enough ago not to interfere with the sting."
Severus screamed as the whip came down once again. There was no way he could not, being under Imperius, and beaten. He had not eaten in days, and knew nothing of Jane. Voldemort was most likely keeping her close by, but not allowing her to come and see him.
Over and over, they had used the same methods on him. Eventually, he would be killed. Jane was stubborn, and so was he. Neither of them could ever be released, for fear they would tell what little they knew.
He cried out again when Lucius rubbed salt into his whip wounds. If Severus had been anyone else, he most likely would have broken by now. Not even the great James Potter could have withstood this, he thought bitterly. Lucius had added scar upon scar to his back, his chest- from when they had decided to hang him by meathooks- and his face.
"Had enough Severus? Come now, answer me."
"It will not be enough until you have killed me," Severus grated out.
"Pity, Severus. You always made such an efficient killer." Lucius examined his face. "Although, I daresay the years have not been kind to you."
"They were kinder to me than to you," Severus snapped, using a dig to distract Lucius from his work.
"At least I will not die because my child has no interest in my welfare," he growled.
"She isn't mine," Severus retorted.
"Not yours? I thought she looked little enough like you. But she is powerful. And if she is smarter than you, she will take Harry Potter out, and the Dark Lord will rule the world."
"Potter is not the only defense," Severus muttered.
"Still carrying that old grudge?" Lucius tsked. "Well, don't worry. You won't be there to watch the boy fall. Your little Jane's time is up tonight. And I think I know what she will say."
"All the better for her," Snape grumbled. Lucius smiled.
"Yes. It has been awhile since I tasted such young flesh." Severus debated trying to kick Lucius in his pretty-boy face, but gave up. He would never get his foot up high enough.
Severus screamed as the whip came down once again. There was no way he could not, being under Imperius, and beaten. He had not eaten in days, and knew nothing of Jane. Voldemort was most likely keeping her close by, but not allowing her to come and see him.
Over and over, they had used the same methods on him. Eventually, he would be killed. Jane was stubborn, and so was he. Neither of them could ever be released, for fear they would tell what little they knew.
He cried out again when Lucius rubbed salt into his whip wounds. If Severus had been anyone else, he most likely would have broken by now. Not even the great James Potter could have withstood this, he thought bitterly. Lucius had added scar upon scar to his back, his chest- from when they had decided to hang him by meathooks- and his face.
"Had enough Severus? Come now, answer me."
"It will not be enough until you have killed me," Severus grated out.
"Pity, Severus. You always made such an efficient killer." Lucius examined his face. "Although, I daresay the years have not been kind to you."
"They were kinder to me than to you," Severus snapped, using a dig to distract Lucius from his work.
"At least I will not die because my child has no interest in my welfare," he growled.
"She isn't mine," Severus retorted.
"Not yours? I thought she looked little enough like you. But she is powerful. And if she is smarter than you, she will take Harry Potter out, and the Dark Lord will rule the world."
"Potter is not the only defense," Severus muttered.
"Still carrying that old grudge?" Lucius tsked. "Well, don't worry. You won't be there to watch the boy fall. Your little Jane's time is up tonight. And I think I know what she will say."
"All the better for her," Snape grumbled. Lucius smiled.
"Yes. It has been awhile since I tasted such young flesh." Severus debated trying to kick Lucius in his pretty-boy face, but gave up. He would never get his foot up high enough.