.:Shattered Elegance:.
.:Chapter One:.
Vernon Dursley beamed proudly at his new punishment method, smirking at the crumpled heap that lay on his floor. "Like this?" he hissed at him. Harry looked at him, his eyes clouded over with starvation and abuse, and whimpered. "No answer?" snarled Vernon. "Alright then, I'll try it once on you to see if you like it." Harry's limp body shook violently as he watched his Uncle Hang one end of each of the two handcuffs on two small, strong metal rings that hung from the top plank of a newly built and bought, adjustable wooden frame. Two more cuff like objects strung from metal chains came off from the bottom of each side of the frame, and Vernon bent down to unlock them, opening them. He looked at Harry venomously before bellowing, "Dudleykins! Petunia! You've got to see this! Big treat for the family!"
As distant footsteps were heard as the called two were making their way down, Vernon drew out a long, black leather whip. Harry bit his tongue to hold back a scream, and buried himself further into the corner. It was all he could do. He didn't even have the strength to get up and run. Not that he had the chance, for at that moment, Petunia Evans Dursley appeared, follow by she and Vernon's son, Dudley Dursley. They leered unpleasantly at Harry, then Petunia said, his voice evil and pleased, "What did he do this time?"
Vernon sniggered. "I asked if he liked this, and he didn¡¦t answer." Dudley laughed out loud, strolled over to where Harry was, and kicked him a few times. Harry, who was sitting up, fell to the floor, his glasses tumbling off. His cousin was about to step on them when Petunia called out, "Dudley darling, don't do that, we don't want to waste any more money buying him glasses." Dudley glared at his mother. "I know that - I just want him to be stumbling around and hurting himself that¡¦s all. DON'T buy him any new pair of glasses by all means." Petunia smiled nastily at Harry, then said, "All right then dear, make sure you step them hard and strong, I don't want him to fix them, if he can." Dudley laughed out loud, then proceeded to squash Harry's glasses in front of his own eyes.
"Come on Dudley," shuffled Vernon impatiently, "I want to try this out." "Alright then," pouted Dudley, giving Harry's glasses a final stomp. Vernon's eyes narrowed, then said, "Right then. I am going to teach you how to use this so that you may use this any time you want, in case he doesn't listen. First, you have to drag him here." Harry considered escaping, but then abandoned the thought almost immediately. One, he didn't have the strength and ability; Two, Vernon was already upon him.
The said, brutal man dragged Harry to the wooden frame, the latter struggling with what little strength he has left. Vernon snickered at his efforts, then, with one gruff hand, yanked his shirt off, revealing a bare, bruised and tattered chest and back. He then proceeded to cuff each of his two wrists to the two handcuffs on the top plank of the frame. He adjusted the frame so that it was just slightly taller than Harry, so that he was hanging by his two wrists. Harry tried kicking, but Vernon grabbed hold of his ankles and attached them to the cuffs at the bottom of the frame. And so there Harry was, hanging in midair, his arms and legs attached. Vernon pressed a button, and the two planks at the sides moved towards the opposite direction until they were stretching Harry to a degree that the only thing he could move was his head.
Stepping back and observing his work proudly, he said, "I had one of my staff do this. Got the idea off the film we watched the other day. Nice, isn¡¦t it?" "It¡¦s simply wonderful," said Petunia shrilly, his eyes glinting eagerly for Vernon to proceed. "What do we do next?" Vernon¡¦s mouth curled into a wicked smile, before stepping up and said, "This." The land holding the whip went back, releasing the tip of the leash, then lashed at Harry. The boy yelled as the slick black leather bit into his skin and not yet completely healed old cuts and bruises. "Delicious, eh?" growled Vernon, and, without waiting for so much as a whimper, lashed out again.
Again and again the strong black whip cut into Harry's fragile and broken body. When he was finished with lashing Harry's front, he turned to his back, which was in an even worse condition. Harry's conciousness began to slip as the whip cut into his body repeatedly, blow after blow, whip after whip, until it was almost thirty whips, which was around the same number of whips his chest bore, Vernon came back to his front. He gave his wife and son a side glance. "And this as a final parting to the lovely session."
Harry's eyes widened with fear as he watched his uncle pull his arm back. It was as if everything was slow motion, then¡K SLAP! The cold biting black whip connected with Harry's left check, leaving a deep gash that started to bleed almost immediately. Harry couldn't stop himself, he cried out in pain, but not before noticing -
"NO!" he yelled as the whip was flung again, this time giving a kiss to his right cheek. Vernon dropped his whip, then quickly released all the cuffs. Harry fell to the floor, whimpering, blood oozing from all the whip marks on his body. "Pathetic," Dudley spat at him. Vernon only smiled cruelly. "If you misbehave ever again, you'll be sure to receive more. That should be considered a warm up." And with that, the three swept out of the room, laughing at him, and discussing when to go out for another trip, another family trip.
Harry lay, punctured, humiliated, hurt, strengthless and submissive on the floor. Only six weeks, he thought, breathing heavily, only six weeks, and I¡¦ll be back at Hogwarts.
And with that, he fell unconscious.
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This is a revised version of the original chapter one. So I'll take this chance to give a reply to the current reviews:
Chibi: Thank you! You're REALLY nice! Positive comments and all that! I feel encouraged!
Hippy Flower: Don't worry I will!
Englishgirl: =P Sure~
Istalksiriusonweekends: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! Kewl username!! I used to use Microsoft Word, but FF.net somehow screw up documents that are written with Microsoft Word, i.e. the colons and stuff. Thank you once again!
Saturnine: Hmmm... I guess I was. So now I've changed a little. I was just letting my imagination flow... =P But thank you for your positive comments though!
FrEncHvAniLLa: Really? THANKS! Nah, I don't believe you - I believe you're a good writer with a good heart. Thanks once again!
Now this... now this review I'd like to share with everyone? I personally was quite offended with it. But, well, I take it as kind. But it's very rude. I'm sorry if I'm exaggerating this, but this is really rude.
"Learn how to spell before you write. It's 'elegance'. Nor was this the last mistake."
Well then, Miss Amy Lee, I sorry, but have you ever heard of typing mistakes? I suppose you think you're the best speller in the world then? FF.net is for imaginative young people to share their imagination with others, and NOT for putting up their work to be criticized! This site is simply for sharing and encouraging, not criticizing!
*cools down*
I'm very sorry, but I'm really offended. Hmph.
I'll update soon! Stay tuned!
.:Chapter One:.
Vernon Dursley beamed proudly at his new punishment method, smirking at the crumpled heap that lay on his floor. "Like this?" he hissed at him. Harry looked at him, his eyes clouded over with starvation and abuse, and whimpered. "No answer?" snarled Vernon. "Alright then, I'll try it once on you to see if you like it." Harry's limp body shook violently as he watched his Uncle Hang one end of each of the two handcuffs on two small, strong metal rings that hung from the top plank of a newly built and bought, adjustable wooden frame. Two more cuff like objects strung from metal chains came off from the bottom of each side of the frame, and Vernon bent down to unlock them, opening them. He looked at Harry venomously before bellowing, "Dudleykins! Petunia! You've got to see this! Big treat for the family!"
As distant footsteps were heard as the called two were making their way down, Vernon drew out a long, black leather whip. Harry bit his tongue to hold back a scream, and buried himself further into the corner. It was all he could do. He didn't even have the strength to get up and run. Not that he had the chance, for at that moment, Petunia Evans Dursley appeared, follow by she and Vernon's son, Dudley Dursley. They leered unpleasantly at Harry, then Petunia said, his voice evil and pleased, "What did he do this time?"
Vernon sniggered. "I asked if he liked this, and he didn¡¦t answer." Dudley laughed out loud, strolled over to where Harry was, and kicked him a few times. Harry, who was sitting up, fell to the floor, his glasses tumbling off. His cousin was about to step on them when Petunia called out, "Dudley darling, don't do that, we don't want to waste any more money buying him glasses." Dudley glared at his mother. "I know that - I just want him to be stumbling around and hurting himself that¡¦s all. DON'T buy him any new pair of glasses by all means." Petunia smiled nastily at Harry, then said, "All right then dear, make sure you step them hard and strong, I don't want him to fix them, if he can." Dudley laughed out loud, then proceeded to squash Harry's glasses in front of his own eyes.
"Come on Dudley," shuffled Vernon impatiently, "I want to try this out." "Alright then," pouted Dudley, giving Harry's glasses a final stomp. Vernon's eyes narrowed, then said, "Right then. I am going to teach you how to use this so that you may use this any time you want, in case he doesn't listen. First, you have to drag him here." Harry considered escaping, but then abandoned the thought almost immediately. One, he didn't have the strength and ability; Two, Vernon was already upon him.
The said, brutal man dragged Harry to the wooden frame, the latter struggling with what little strength he has left. Vernon snickered at his efforts, then, with one gruff hand, yanked his shirt off, revealing a bare, bruised and tattered chest and back. He then proceeded to cuff each of his two wrists to the two handcuffs on the top plank of the frame. He adjusted the frame so that it was just slightly taller than Harry, so that he was hanging by his two wrists. Harry tried kicking, but Vernon grabbed hold of his ankles and attached them to the cuffs at the bottom of the frame. And so there Harry was, hanging in midair, his arms and legs attached. Vernon pressed a button, and the two planks at the sides moved towards the opposite direction until they were stretching Harry to a degree that the only thing he could move was his head.
Stepping back and observing his work proudly, he said, "I had one of my staff do this. Got the idea off the film we watched the other day. Nice, isn¡¦t it?" "It¡¦s simply wonderful," said Petunia shrilly, his eyes glinting eagerly for Vernon to proceed. "What do we do next?" Vernon¡¦s mouth curled into a wicked smile, before stepping up and said, "This." The land holding the whip went back, releasing the tip of the leash, then lashed at Harry. The boy yelled as the slick black leather bit into his skin and not yet completely healed old cuts and bruises. "Delicious, eh?" growled Vernon, and, without waiting for so much as a whimper, lashed out again.
Again and again the strong black whip cut into Harry's fragile and broken body. When he was finished with lashing Harry's front, he turned to his back, which was in an even worse condition. Harry's conciousness began to slip as the whip cut into his body repeatedly, blow after blow, whip after whip, until it was almost thirty whips, which was around the same number of whips his chest bore, Vernon came back to his front. He gave his wife and son a side glance. "And this as a final parting to the lovely session."
Harry's eyes widened with fear as he watched his uncle pull his arm back. It was as if everything was slow motion, then¡K SLAP! The cold biting black whip connected with Harry's left check, leaving a deep gash that started to bleed almost immediately. Harry couldn't stop himself, he cried out in pain, but not before noticing -
"NO!" he yelled as the whip was flung again, this time giving a kiss to his right cheek. Vernon dropped his whip, then quickly released all the cuffs. Harry fell to the floor, whimpering, blood oozing from all the whip marks on his body. "Pathetic," Dudley spat at him. Vernon only smiled cruelly. "If you misbehave ever again, you'll be sure to receive more. That should be considered a warm up." And with that, the three swept out of the room, laughing at him, and discussing when to go out for another trip, another family trip.
Harry lay, punctured, humiliated, hurt, strengthless and submissive on the floor. Only six weeks, he thought, breathing heavily, only six weeks, and I¡¦ll be back at Hogwarts.
And with that, he fell unconscious.
.::..::..::..::..::..::..:: ..::..::..::..::..::..:: ..::..::..::..::..::..:: ..::..::..::..::..::..:: ..::..::..::..::..::..
This is a revised version of the original chapter one. So I'll take this chance to give a reply to the current reviews:
Chibi: Thank you! You're REALLY nice! Positive comments and all that! I feel encouraged!
Hippy Flower: Don't worry I will!
Englishgirl: =P Sure~
Istalksiriusonweekends: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! Kewl username!! I used to use Microsoft Word, but FF.net somehow screw up documents that are written with Microsoft Word, i.e. the colons and stuff. Thank you once again!
Saturnine: Hmmm... I guess I was. So now I've changed a little. I was just letting my imagination flow... =P But thank you for your positive comments though!
FrEncHvAniLLa: Really? THANKS! Nah, I don't believe you - I believe you're a good writer with a good heart. Thanks once again!
Now this... now this review I'd like to share with everyone? I personally was quite offended with it. But, well, I take it as kind. But it's very rude. I'm sorry if I'm exaggerating this, but this is really rude.
"Learn how to spell before you write. It's 'elegance'. Nor was this the last mistake."
Well then, Miss Amy Lee, I sorry, but have you ever heard of typing mistakes? I suppose you think you're the best speller in the world then? FF.net is for imaginative young people to share their imagination with others, and NOT for putting up their work to be criticized! This site is simply for sharing and encouraging, not criticizing!
*cools down*
I'm very sorry, but I'm really offended. Hmph.
I'll update soon! Stay tuned!