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Hey...gonna start in chap. 4 now while watch robin hood men in tights
(mmmm.British men in tights HAHAHAH) Snape is my master...lol inside
joke...
Oi! Does any1 know how to make the font italic when its posted on the site?
I have no clue and Voldemort's speech would be a lot more effective with
it. We're men (manly men) in tights! We rob from the rich and give to the
poor that's right! Hahaha maybe my character should get a chastity belt
that would drive old voldie off her...
Disclaimer: usual, I just use and abuse. sigh
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Dementors' Sacrifice: Chapter 4
The headmaster did not go into detail. "All in due time," he recited in a monotonous tone. The potions master was infuriated now, for he was left in the dark. 'One day I will find out the method to his madness'.
One week later the dark mark began to burn. More potions to brew and his loyalty was to be tested...
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She gasped, someone had kicked her awake. Rather out of a trance for she sat there muttering to herself continually "They'll do anything. Anything he asks.." Glancing up, the girl now realized that those demons had vanished, but their presence could still be felt in the manor in which she stayed. She cringed, and then saw the tall figure hovering over her, who then began to pull her to her feet. The girl collapsed, rightly so too.
There, for one week and already on the verge of death in her mind. The gash left her with a large depletion of blood. Her leg: unable to use. Just an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion. The Dark Lord still continued on with his "fun" and the Dementors taunted her sanity only leaving an hour before He came.
The man spit in her face, then dragged her to the hallway. Another stood grabbed the other free arm and together she was dragged once again to the Main hall of the Riddle Manor.
The bastard sat there once again in his "throne," the center of attention. The girl, once again bound to the chair. She found the strength to lift up her eyes and to gaze into the monsters face. The temptation arose then to peer into his mind, to find out what next was in store. She flinched, and her eyes began to tear. The shock was sent throughout her entire nervous system, and the Dark Lord laughed maliciously.
"You've discovered my little surprise so soon? Hmmm that curiosity of yours is going to give you a bit of trouble while you're here." The dark lord saw the confusion in the vivid blue eyes. "You see, I have taken the liberty of arranging for Severus," he motioned to the cloaked man on his left who bowed his head, "to brew something just for you, disabling that pesky ability you have, not to mention inflict some pain. You'll find that all of my followers have been fed this."
"You seem confused my dear..." The girl did not answer. It did no good in this place, to them she had no right to speak. The eyes spoke for themselves, the sadness and despair shone brightly. So he went on, "Ah...you must be wondering why exactly you are here to grace the presence of Lord Voldemort." 'so is that the thing that stole my life' "You are here for one purpose only. To join me...it is your destiny, and you shall overcome all that oppose you. I await your answer..."
She said nothing and looked upon her lap. What did he mean by joining him; she took her time trying to process all the information. The girl was too slow to reply.
"NO answer I see...we'll see how you feel after round two" A cruel grin had spread across Voldemort's face. The girl was unbound and led from the hall, and into what she thought was back in her cell. She had thought wrong.
The room was bright; a fireplace lined on of the walls along with a chair, rusty shackles hung from the ceiling, blood was splattered across the walls, and a cauldron bubbled in one of the corners. She did not like this room. The she was thrown onto the cinderblock wall that was littered with the entrapments for her hands and the blood. They bound her hands they were forced above her head. They were extremely tight and the skin around her wrists was pinched, her own blood was now added as a victim of the room.
The Dark Lord entered the room, sat in the armchair, and the fire flickered into a roaring flame. Three death eaters followed him. Immediately she thought of figuring out who they were, but recoiled of the thought of her system going into shock again. He smirked at her paranoia. The potions master though was present, and called forward. 'It is time' he sneered. His thoughts were then confirmed and he was to prove his loyalty. He was to lead them in the remaining rounds.
Five rounds. No one lasted beyond Four.
Round one: the Dark Lords "play". Mental Torture, some Punishment for those who disobeyed.
Round two: Curses/Hexes. Physical/Mental harm, must be entertaining for the Dark Lord.
Round three: Potions. Snape's specialty, this round was to be reserved all for him this time.
Round four: Beatings/Lashings. Various tools used, usually the body could not handle the loss of blood.
Round 5: Dementor's Kiss. Cruelest punishment above all, the victim was then left to die in their cell, usually 2-4 days later.
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another chapter up but I'm afraid that I'm boring u since nothing is really coming out of them...lol I'm just tryin to buy some time, I still have some kinks to work out. I still hope u enjoyed it anyway.
Disclaimer: usual, I just use and abuse. sigh
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Dementors' Sacrifice: Chapter 4
The headmaster did not go into detail. "All in due time," he recited in a monotonous tone. The potions master was infuriated now, for he was left in the dark. 'One day I will find out the method to his madness'.
One week later the dark mark began to burn. More potions to brew and his loyalty was to be tested...
* * *
She gasped, someone had kicked her awake. Rather out of a trance for she sat there muttering to herself continually "They'll do anything. Anything he asks.." Glancing up, the girl now realized that those demons had vanished, but their presence could still be felt in the manor in which she stayed. She cringed, and then saw the tall figure hovering over her, who then began to pull her to her feet. The girl collapsed, rightly so too.
There, for one week and already on the verge of death in her mind. The gash left her with a large depletion of blood. Her leg: unable to use. Just an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion. The Dark Lord still continued on with his "fun" and the Dementors taunted her sanity only leaving an hour before He came.
The man spit in her face, then dragged her to the hallway. Another stood grabbed the other free arm and together she was dragged once again to the Main hall of the Riddle Manor.
The bastard sat there once again in his "throne," the center of attention. The girl, once again bound to the chair. She found the strength to lift up her eyes and to gaze into the monsters face. The temptation arose then to peer into his mind, to find out what next was in store. She flinched, and her eyes began to tear. The shock was sent throughout her entire nervous system, and the Dark Lord laughed maliciously.
"You've discovered my little surprise so soon? Hmmm that curiosity of yours is going to give you a bit of trouble while you're here." The dark lord saw the confusion in the vivid blue eyes. "You see, I have taken the liberty of arranging for Severus," he motioned to the cloaked man on his left who bowed his head, "to brew something just for you, disabling that pesky ability you have, not to mention inflict some pain. You'll find that all of my followers have been fed this."
"You seem confused my dear..." The girl did not answer. It did no good in this place, to them she had no right to speak. The eyes spoke for themselves, the sadness and despair shone brightly. So he went on, "Ah...you must be wondering why exactly you are here to grace the presence of Lord Voldemort." 'so is that the thing that stole my life' "You are here for one purpose only. To join me...it is your destiny, and you shall overcome all that oppose you. I await your answer..."
She said nothing and looked upon her lap. What did he mean by joining him; she took her time trying to process all the information. The girl was too slow to reply.
"NO answer I see...we'll see how you feel after round two" A cruel grin had spread across Voldemort's face. The girl was unbound and led from the hall, and into what she thought was back in her cell. She had thought wrong.
The room was bright; a fireplace lined on of the walls along with a chair, rusty shackles hung from the ceiling, blood was splattered across the walls, and a cauldron bubbled in one of the corners. She did not like this room. The she was thrown onto the cinderblock wall that was littered with the entrapments for her hands and the blood. They bound her hands they were forced above her head. They were extremely tight and the skin around her wrists was pinched, her own blood was now added as a victim of the room.
The Dark Lord entered the room, sat in the armchair, and the fire flickered into a roaring flame. Three death eaters followed him. Immediately she thought of figuring out who they were, but recoiled of the thought of her system going into shock again. He smirked at her paranoia. The potions master though was present, and called forward. 'It is time' he sneered. His thoughts were then confirmed and he was to prove his loyalty. He was to lead them in the remaining rounds.
Five rounds. No one lasted beyond Four.
Round one: the Dark Lords "play". Mental Torture, some Punishment for those who disobeyed.
Round two: Curses/Hexes. Physical/Mental harm, must be entertaining for the Dark Lord.
Round three: Potions. Snape's specialty, this round was to be reserved all for him this time.
Round four: Beatings/Lashings. Various tools used, usually the body could not handle the loss of blood.
Round 5: Dementor's Kiss. Cruelest punishment above all, the victim was then left to die in their cell, usually 2-4 days later.
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another chapter up but I'm afraid that I'm boring u since nothing is really coming out of them...lol I'm just tryin to buy some time, I still have some kinks to work out. I still hope u enjoyed it anyway.
