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"Happy Friday every1" as my biology teacher used to say. I just came back from the mall and am not allowed online PAH! So I'm going to grace all you "readers" out there with another chapter, since there really isn't anything else in this house to do...Oh golly gee (leave it to beaver is on TVLand)
Disclaimer: just use and abuse except for my own char. ShE's MiNe! Muahhahah!
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Dementors' Sacrifice: Chapter 6
Oh dear I don't think I like the sound of this. That man steps up, Severus, Lord Voldemort calls him. It is the same man who forced that blue potion down my throat, the potion that forced me to remember...He's standing in front of me now. Wand raised and I look into the milky white mask. He pauses for a second, as if he's not ready to do this or he's going to turn away.
So much for that hope.
SHIT! I start screaming. He cast a hex to turn my skin to boils probably something he's tweaked up a bit for the boils burst. I'm trying to wriggle out of these damned shackles but its no use they're most likely charmed just so I can't. My screaming begins to die down, as I realized I taste blood in my mouth, so I give out a little whimper. 'Have some mercy?' I want to ask, but I don't think that word is their vocabulary.
There's blood and pus all over 'ewww...' I shudder, and Severus steps back. That couldn't have been it? That was, well, too easy. Ah, it was to good to be true. Another man steps forward. No name and the same mask. Oh my God...this man is worse. I don't know what the hell he does, but it hurts ten times worse. I cant stand the pain, my hands a clenched into fists and nails dig into my palm. Its over and I slump even more. I cant support myself at all now. At least before I had one semi-useful leg. And now the third crazed masked-man steps forward. It's unbelievable how naïve I was a few moments ago.
Double shit...
This guy manages to do something pretty horrible. I can hardly breathe right now; it's killing me. I pass out. The relief doesn't last for long; I am reawaken only to find that I can't lift my head up. He cups my chin like before, and then the only thing I can think of is that I'm going to die here.
Die knowing I'm a witch.
That the only time I ever received comfort in my life, a hug, was the time when they erased my memory. That the only thing I can remember is the magic I've been taught. My life before this year is drawing a blank. Those demons have forced me to relive that last memory over and over again. There's no reason to believe anyone would comfort me. Before I know it I'm sobbing uncontrollably, not a word the Dark Lord has spoken has registered. I really cant breathe now. I feel like I'm suffocating, plus I don't think he appreciated that, and drops my chin.
Then he tries to curse me, only I'm really confused now. It hits Him instead? He flies back into the armchair. Oh dear... I'm in for it now, he looks shocked, and perhaps the cloaked figures are as well. I don't know what came over me, though, when he did that. I felt different. Confident? I am insane; I think I may have even tried to smirk. God I'm scared now.
I'm trembling and my heart fells as if it literally going to explode. And He then mutters those words from hell: "Continue..." he then goes on saying something about how I will end up begging for mercy. Hmmm? I suppose he can read minds too...well, no, I'm sure he's done this before and everyone else does. Well I wouldn't doubt that I will be one of them. I'm weak like that. I'll try though. To hold out. To see if there is any strength left in me. I suppose though, I f I have to beg, then I would be required to speak. Perhaps I will have to forget about that word.
Speaking has seemed to lose its appeal to me, especially when no one can hear me. When there is no one there to listen. How long have I been here? And already he has destroyed me mentally.
I'm crying, screaming, twitching, and gasping for more air. I've already passed out several times. Each time I've been revived. Each time they become harsher. Each time I do not plead, beg, speak to them. They take turns over and over again. The Bastard looks pleased with himself. Oh God it all hurts. I don't even know how to describe what they do. Only that I'm a bloody mess and I'm exhausted.
Finally...a pause, for Lord Voldemort holds up His hand, and the dark figure stops. And he tells me that round three begins in two days. Of course, it must all be a game for him. I still am unsure what he is trying to accomplish. 'why' I mouth to the last one leaving. He stops, is this the one from earlier who paused as well. His gaze is unsettling. I try and read his mind. I want to know! I want to know who this is; how could they do such acts. I seem to have forgotten about that potion. The shock travels through my nervous system. Perhaps if I had paid more attention to Him earlier...
They all leave. And two more come in and unchain my ankles. Then my wrists, and I fall. Those were the only supports holding me up. They drag me back to my cell. Back to where I am alone, to where those demons await to feed.
Oddly enough, they don't have seem to taken the potion. They seem enraged. Like they want more from me. I already know they crave my soul, but they want my memories as well. Ha. What memories. No wonder they are mad, and their presence is weakening on me.
I drift asleep with the my last "real" memory playing over and over. This time it remains a whisper, but different nightmares come into play...
I believe this is the seventh time I have awoken from the nightmares. There is no perception of night or day down in the dungeons, so I cannot say how much time has passed. I want to fall back asleep, but I am not granted that. The door creaks loudly and the two, cloaked figures step in. I have not moved at all from where they have left me. They grasped me roughly by my shoulders, I gasp and cry. The one smacks me in the face for doing so. I begin to cry harder, I do not want to know what is in store for me today. * * *
and that's chapter 6... chap 7 is round 3 I don't know if I will do it from any1s perspective...perhaps snape, cuz I wanna have him go to Dumbledore. And Urgh I am exhausted, I started typing yesterday. Today is Saturday when i finish and I came back from a dragonboat practice. So much work...sigh but at least I got some new pants from kohls grins
"Happy Friday every1" as my biology teacher used to say. I just came back from the mall and am not allowed online PAH! So I'm going to grace all you "readers" out there with another chapter, since there really isn't anything else in this house to do...Oh golly gee (leave it to beaver is on TVLand)
Disclaimer: just use and abuse except for my own char. ShE's MiNe! Muahhahah!
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Dementors' Sacrifice: Chapter 6
Oh dear I don't think I like the sound of this. That man steps up, Severus, Lord Voldemort calls him. It is the same man who forced that blue potion down my throat, the potion that forced me to remember...He's standing in front of me now. Wand raised and I look into the milky white mask. He pauses for a second, as if he's not ready to do this or he's going to turn away.
So much for that hope.
SHIT! I start screaming. He cast a hex to turn my skin to boils probably something he's tweaked up a bit for the boils burst. I'm trying to wriggle out of these damned shackles but its no use they're most likely charmed just so I can't. My screaming begins to die down, as I realized I taste blood in my mouth, so I give out a little whimper. 'Have some mercy?' I want to ask, but I don't think that word is their vocabulary.
There's blood and pus all over 'ewww...' I shudder, and Severus steps back. That couldn't have been it? That was, well, too easy. Ah, it was to good to be true. Another man steps forward. No name and the same mask. Oh my God...this man is worse. I don't know what the hell he does, but it hurts ten times worse. I cant stand the pain, my hands a clenched into fists and nails dig into my palm. Its over and I slump even more. I cant support myself at all now. At least before I had one semi-useful leg. And now the third crazed masked-man steps forward. It's unbelievable how naïve I was a few moments ago.
Double shit...
This guy manages to do something pretty horrible. I can hardly breathe right now; it's killing me. I pass out. The relief doesn't last for long; I am reawaken only to find that I can't lift my head up. He cups my chin like before, and then the only thing I can think of is that I'm going to die here.
Die knowing I'm a witch.
That the only time I ever received comfort in my life, a hug, was the time when they erased my memory. That the only thing I can remember is the magic I've been taught. My life before this year is drawing a blank. Those demons have forced me to relive that last memory over and over again. There's no reason to believe anyone would comfort me. Before I know it I'm sobbing uncontrollably, not a word the Dark Lord has spoken has registered. I really cant breathe now. I feel like I'm suffocating, plus I don't think he appreciated that, and drops my chin.
Then he tries to curse me, only I'm really confused now. It hits Him instead? He flies back into the armchair. Oh dear... I'm in for it now, he looks shocked, and perhaps the cloaked figures are as well. I don't know what came over me, though, when he did that. I felt different. Confident? I am insane; I think I may have even tried to smirk. God I'm scared now.
I'm trembling and my heart fells as if it literally going to explode. And He then mutters those words from hell: "Continue..." he then goes on saying something about how I will end up begging for mercy. Hmmm? I suppose he can read minds too...well, no, I'm sure he's done this before and everyone else does. Well I wouldn't doubt that I will be one of them. I'm weak like that. I'll try though. To hold out. To see if there is any strength left in me. I suppose though, I f I have to beg, then I would be required to speak. Perhaps I will have to forget about that word.
Speaking has seemed to lose its appeal to me, especially when no one can hear me. When there is no one there to listen. How long have I been here? And already he has destroyed me mentally.
I'm crying, screaming, twitching, and gasping for more air. I've already passed out several times. Each time I've been revived. Each time they become harsher. Each time I do not plead, beg, speak to them. They take turns over and over again. The Bastard looks pleased with himself. Oh God it all hurts. I don't even know how to describe what they do. Only that I'm a bloody mess and I'm exhausted.
Finally...a pause, for Lord Voldemort holds up His hand, and the dark figure stops. And he tells me that round three begins in two days. Of course, it must all be a game for him. I still am unsure what he is trying to accomplish. 'why' I mouth to the last one leaving. He stops, is this the one from earlier who paused as well. His gaze is unsettling. I try and read his mind. I want to know! I want to know who this is; how could they do such acts. I seem to have forgotten about that potion. The shock travels through my nervous system. Perhaps if I had paid more attention to Him earlier...
They all leave. And two more come in and unchain my ankles. Then my wrists, and I fall. Those were the only supports holding me up. They drag me back to my cell. Back to where I am alone, to where those demons await to feed.
Oddly enough, they don't have seem to taken the potion. They seem enraged. Like they want more from me. I already know they crave my soul, but they want my memories as well. Ha. What memories. No wonder they are mad, and their presence is weakening on me.
I drift asleep with the my last "real" memory playing over and over. This time it remains a whisper, but different nightmares come into play...
I believe this is the seventh time I have awoken from the nightmares. There is no perception of night or day down in the dungeons, so I cannot say how much time has passed. I want to fall back asleep, but I am not granted that. The door creaks loudly and the two, cloaked figures step in. I have not moved at all from where they have left me. They grasped me roughly by my shoulders, I gasp and cry. The one smacks me in the face for doing so. I begin to cry harder, I do not want to know what is in store for me today. * * *
and that's chapter 6... chap 7 is round 3 I don't know if I will do it from any1s perspective...perhaps snape, cuz I wanna have him go to Dumbledore. And Urgh I am exhausted, I started typing yesterday. Today is Saturday when i finish and I came back from a dragonboat practice. So much work...sigh but at least I got some new pants from kohls grins
