[Disclaimer: See Chapter 1..or 2....or 3..or, well..I went pretty far until I got lazy..]

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Morning came, and brought with it the sun and one extremely worried Snape. Adelaide had not show up. He had set an alarm around her rooms that would notify him when she entered. By noon, he was more than worried. If she had angered the Dark Lord, it must have been a grievous slight. And she was far too smart to let that happen. Still, the only thing to do until Sunday afternoon would be to wait.

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For the umpteenth time, Adelaide screamed as she writhed on the cold stone floor. Malfoy Manor had rather extensive dungeons, and in the past twelve hours, Adelaide had seen a god many rooms. Hours ago, she had begun convulsing each time the Crutacious curse was ended. Sometimes, she would seize for seconds, other times it would be agonizing minutes that she was gripped in pain. The last time, her bowels had finally let go, adding t her humiliation. She lay on the ground, soiled and twitching. It was impossible to tell what time it was, or even how long she'd been in the dungeon. It seemed like an eternity.

It didn't matter, though. The end result she was positive of. She would die down underneath Malfoy Manor, as so many others had, because the Dark Lord had found out that she was spying for the Order and for Dumbledore. It was only a matter of time before someone would do something too damaging for her to recover.

Footsteps brought her back to gut-wrenching reality, and it took her a few seconds to realize that they were going away from her. [Avery? Hampton? Lucius?] Who had been the last to send her screaming into a rather painful darkness? Lucius had been down for a short time, not to torture but to gloat. Somehow, he always seemed to enjoy the pain, but rarely dirtied his hands. And most of his insults hadn't even registered with her. All that existed for hours had been the cold, rough floor and the pain. Adelaide, now sure that her tormentor, whoever it was, had departed, curled into a ball on the floor., softly keening as she fought to ignore the pain. Her eyes screwed tightly shut, she only heard returning footsteps and a metal door creaking open before everything went dark again.

Soft light filtered into the room; mid-morning sun that was warm and comforting. Adelaide could see it through her closed eyelids, and she smiled-and abruptly realized she was in a bed. A soft bed, the covers drawn up high on her body. She wiggled her toes experimentally and realized with satisfaction that they did not hurt. She'd been rescued? Taken back to Hogwarts, and was now resting under Poppy Pomfrey's watchful eye? She stretched like a cat, until something around her hands stopped the movement. Adelaide's eyes snapped open, a look of shocked horror on her face. She hadn't been rescued. She wasn't safe at Hogwarts. Fighting the urge to cry, Adelaide blinked against the sun to survey the room around her. A small window in the square room let in the sunlight. A door was on the wall opposite the wall with the window, and her bed was to the left. The carpet was black, as were the linens on the bed, though the walls were white. To hide bloodstains? Black was good for that..A table stood next to the bed, with only a lamp upon it. Besides that, the room was empty; the stark contrast between black and white assaulted her vision.

The door opened perhaps an hour after she had awoken, judging by the movement of the sun. Lucius Malfoy walked in, followed by a house elf with a tray of toast and tea. Death Eaters might be brutal and merciless, but they weren't 'barbaric' to their own kind, especially a lady. At least, in their minds, they weren't.

"Adelaide, feeling better my dear?"

She only glared at him. If it had been possible to cross her arms, she would have, but the chains running down from the wall to her wrists simply weren't long enough.

"Come, come. I was kind enough to have tea brought up for you. I expect you to eat. In an hour, I shall no longer have control over what happens to you."

He tsked, sweeping to the other side of the bed, allowing the house elf to set the tray on her lap.

"What is to become of me, Lucius?"

He eyed her coldly, and then broke out into a sadistic smile.

"Oh, I shan't spoil that particular surprise for you, my dear."

With that, he glided out of the room, leaving Adelaide to what might be her last meal.

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Despite nerves, Adelaide managed to finish her food. As Lucius had promised, an hour later a house elf appeared to take her tray. Moments after it disappeared, Adam Macnair stepped through the door, a predatory smile on his face. Lucius Malfoy might have remaindered her most of her hated father, but since she had been a little girl Adelaide had been terrified of Macnair. Edward Gentry had forbid him to ever touch Adelaide. But now.

"I have waited so very long for this, my little Adelaide."

Her hands were shaking and so was the rest of her body. As Macnair advanced toward the bed, she scrambled onto her knees, unable to go anywhere.

"Our Dark Lord wants you punished, and he has given you to me." He whispered to her softly, reaching out to caress her cheek.

A whimper escaped her lips, and it only made him more excited.

"I don't know whether to bleed you first, or rape you."

His eyes widened as if a cruel thought had occurred. Macnair was infamous for his.treatment of his women. Muggles and witches alike, few survived a night in his care.

"Come here, little Lady Bug. Come here and play."

He crawled onto the bed, and abruptly backhanded Adelaide, leaving her seeing stars. A sharp pain brought her to her senses, only to discover a knife smeared with blood-her blood-in his hand. Her right shoulder was oozing blood, bright red and hot. His eyes were bright, his breath fast and shallow. As she moved to struggle against the chains that held her wrists captive, she cried out in pain. Her shoulder had begun to burn. With quick movements, Macnair had her legs pulled out from under her, and was straddling her lower body. With one hand pressing her wounded shoulder down, he used the knife in the other to slowly slice her cheek open.

Adelaide's eyes widened with terror as the knife slipped from her cheek to her throat. Why was he doing this? What could he possible get from all of this? Of course..she had heard all the stories of what he had done, and more. And until now, she hadn't quite believed them all. But this..this proved them.

"It would be so easy, little Lady Bug, to kill you right now. But our Dark Lord has plans for you."

He sunk the knife into the mattress beside her head, and elicited a scream from her lips. She had been so sure he was going to kill her anyway; that for a moment she didn't realize he had pulled up her robes, exposing her underwear.

"How pretty. They look like Narcissa's. You share underwear? You naughty girl."

He rubbed his groin against hers, and she could feel him hard through his robes. Her fear, her blood had excited him. There was a movement above her, ahs she shut her eyes. Macnair was going to rape her, and there wasn't a bloody thing she could do about. But she wouldn't watch him enjoy it; she wouldn't let him see the fear in her eyes, the disgust.

She felt her underwear be torn away and without warning he plunged into her. She screamed, not really out of pain so much as anger, fear, and frustration. Macnair began to move, and she gave up, waiting for it to be over. [Let it be fast..]

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Before he left a broken and bleeding Adelaide, Macnair grinned in the doorway.

"So much to come, Lady Bug. I will see you soon.."

He blew her a kiss, licking her blood off his hands.

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[A/N: I really must extend my love and thanks to two people in particular who have really helped me thus far: Rain and ErinWifey. Rain is my 'you are writing a Mary Sue fic! Fix it!' She's been a blessing. And Erin has just been uber-fantastic. She's there to give me encouragement when I need it, and to fix my sometimes atrocious spelling and grammar. And, she likes to drool over Alan Rickman with me. Alrighty. R&R, please. You all know I'm a review-whore. Don't make me beg, because I will. - fangirl!Aidenn]