I'd like to thank A Person, Nagini: c r i m s o n, I Am A Sly Slytherin,
Goldengirl2 for the reviews. Sorry for the long delay and the short
chapter. The previous chapter has been partially revised. I hope you enjoy
this chapter.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter's mine, all mine. I wish.
Harry woke with a start, wildly looking about him as he pressed into the wall, fearing he'd upset the Master but relaxed when he realised he was alone. Harry sat up slowly, teeth clenching with pain and slowly reached out and started eating as ordered. He tried not to dwell on the subject but almost every time he stared thinking, he remembered the night of his capture.
* * * Flashback * * *
Running, his heart pounding, he dashed through the Forbidden forest running desperately for his life, Death Eaters in pursuit. He had earned yet another detention in potions, except this time it was a trap. He heard the heavy breathing of the men behind him as they drew closer, he grew more frightened each minute. Suddenly one of the pursuers dived forward tackling him and forcing him to the ground. He writhed frantically, trying to escape the pile on as each of the Death Eaters jumped in to prevent that very thing. He had to stop struggling, there was no breath left in his lungs, so he lay still desperately trying to breath. The pile of Death Eaters on top of him lightened and he found himself pinned, a man at each arm and leg, preventing him from moving.
* * * Ended * * *
Harry shook his head clearing his memories of that night. It only made enduring this place worse. Slowly he stood, walking to the showerhead in the opposite corner of the room. Harry new that he had to be clean or he would just be punished more brutally. His Master liked to be able to see the marks left from the previous session and clearly see the new and the difference was more visible when he was clean. He shuddered as he remembered the time he wasn't clean for the next session, it took him 3 days just to wake up and another two before he could bare to move at all.
He turned on the shower, the cool water refreshing him slightly as he carefully cleaned the various injuries on his body. Harry softly rubbed the fading whip marks on his back, careful not to break the week old injuries open again. He softly went over his whole body, only bypassing the open wounds, getting rid of the dried blood and in a few places semen as he prepared for the upcoming session, reinforcing his mental protections as he cleaned his hair, another of the Master's standing orders. Harry dried his body and hair with the towel left in his cell, covered in small blood stains, old and new. He sat on his pallet and combed out his hair with the nearly toothless comb provided and let it dry. He sat there in a bit of a daze, until he heard the clocked outside chime quarter to 8. Harry got up and stood at the door ready and like clock work the door swung open, creaking ominously, heightening Harry's dread of the time to come. Straightening his shoulders ever so slightly, he left for the Master's room to wait as instructed.
If someone would like to beta these feel free to send me an email. I won't be writing for a while, but hopefully not too long.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter's mine, all mine. I wish.
Harry woke with a start, wildly looking about him as he pressed into the wall, fearing he'd upset the Master but relaxed when he realised he was alone. Harry sat up slowly, teeth clenching with pain and slowly reached out and started eating as ordered. He tried not to dwell on the subject but almost every time he stared thinking, he remembered the night of his capture.
* * * Flashback * * *
Running, his heart pounding, he dashed through the Forbidden forest running desperately for his life, Death Eaters in pursuit. He had earned yet another detention in potions, except this time it was a trap. He heard the heavy breathing of the men behind him as they drew closer, he grew more frightened each minute. Suddenly one of the pursuers dived forward tackling him and forcing him to the ground. He writhed frantically, trying to escape the pile on as each of the Death Eaters jumped in to prevent that very thing. He had to stop struggling, there was no breath left in his lungs, so he lay still desperately trying to breath. The pile of Death Eaters on top of him lightened and he found himself pinned, a man at each arm and leg, preventing him from moving.
* * * Ended * * *
Harry shook his head clearing his memories of that night. It only made enduring this place worse. Slowly he stood, walking to the showerhead in the opposite corner of the room. Harry new that he had to be clean or he would just be punished more brutally. His Master liked to be able to see the marks left from the previous session and clearly see the new and the difference was more visible when he was clean. He shuddered as he remembered the time he wasn't clean for the next session, it took him 3 days just to wake up and another two before he could bare to move at all.
He turned on the shower, the cool water refreshing him slightly as he carefully cleaned the various injuries on his body. Harry softly rubbed the fading whip marks on his back, careful not to break the week old injuries open again. He softly went over his whole body, only bypassing the open wounds, getting rid of the dried blood and in a few places semen as he prepared for the upcoming session, reinforcing his mental protections as he cleaned his hair, another of the Master's standing orders. Harry dried his body and hair with the towel left in his cell, covered in small blood stains, old and new. He sat on his pallet and combed out his hair with the nearly toothless comb provided and let it dry. He sat there in a bit of a daze, until he heard the clocked outside chime quarter to 8. Harry got up and stood at the door ready and like clock work the door swung open, creaking ominously, heightening Harry's dread of the time to come. Straightening his shoulders ever so slightly, he left for the Master's room to wait as instructed.
If someone would like to beta these feel free to send me an email. I won't be writing for a while, but hopefully not too long.