A/N: Again I'll say that English isn't my first language so there may be some grammatical mistakes. All suggestions and critique is welcome. This chapter turned out to be more shorter than I initially thought but I hope it doesn't matter. Also I have to change the raiting for this has some things I'm not sure belongs to the 'G'. Now I have got almost all the critical chapters up, which I originally thought so if you would like to know more from some point of time tell me and I'll see what I can do.
Disclaimer: These characters and places and everything else are not mine.
Suffering
"Get off your cloths woman, and go to my bed!" he ordered with a harsh voice. "B-but sir," she tried to ask with a stuttering voice. "And be quite, unless you're asked something. Now go!" Snape continued. She couldn't believe what she heard. She had always believed Snape would be different but now she was cruelly proved wrong. She was shivering on the floor from suffering too many cruciatus and other kind of torturing. She was on the spot where Snape had practically thrown her and was hardly able to move. When nothing happened Snape came to slap her on her face, not too hard she noticed but then again, he probably didn't want to break his little plaything, she thought bitterly.
"Didn't you hear what I said or are you just too arrogant to comply?" he asked and pushed her in his bedroom. "Now take off those cloths or do I have to tear them off? I'll inform you they are the only ones you'd get." He said eyeing her evilly. She didn't know what to think anymore and started to open her already torn robes with numb fingers. When she had dropped that off she watched his face waiting to see a hungry look. Wen she saw just some weariness she couldn't understand anymore. Obviously she was given to him as his personal pleasure and obviously he was going to use her as such, so why this weary look. Or was this just so usual to him that he didn't care. She thought it would be better not to think of it and continued the undressing as quick as she could with her stuttering hands and aching muscles. When she slowed down too much he made a move with his leg as to kick her, which made her going.
When she was down to her underwear and was going to open the lock of the bra, he pulled her up from her wrist and pushed her in the direction of the bed. She managed to climb on the black satin sheets and shivered there waiting what would come. Her bruised and wounded body made made a strict contrast with the darkness of the bed. She didn't see where Snape had come, probably undressing himself. She almost thought of escaping but quickly realised that in the castle full of death-eaters it would be hard, and in her condition impossible. After a while he came back and to her surprise, in a decent black nightclothes. He dimmed the lights of the bedroom to almost nothing, and when he climbed in the bed she retreated as far as she could on the other side of the huge bed.
"Come here," he snarled and reached her wrist from which he pulled her on the middle of the bed. "Don't try my patience or you'll be sorry, "he continued and put something from his other hand on the self which was on the wall behind the bed. She admitted her defeat and lied still when he moved his hand along her body. She was surprised though that he seamed to be much more interested of her injuries than of the more private parts of her. Before she could say anything, even if she had dared to say something, he bent his head down near her ear and whispered, "And now I would like you to scream my little bird, then you can be as quiet as you want" She was too surprised to react and he whispered again, "do it or I'll give you a reason to scream." This was somehow more horrific than anything he could have done to her and an heartbreaking scream escaped from her. The dark voice of Snape commanded, "be quiet woman, what did I say about speaking?" She didn't know what to think of this but quit the scream instantly.
"Nice scream," he continued whispering in her ear. "Now you let me do whatever I wish and you obey me completely, is that clear?" He could see the fear on her face even in this dim light and said, "I'm not going to hurt you, at least not more than is necessary." This didn't calm her much but some of the fear disappeared from her face. He took the object from the self and when opening it, she recognised it to be a little jar of something, before he said a word which took the light totally off. Then she could only feel the cooling and soothing touch on one of her more aching bruise on her left arm. She guessed there were probably some kind of healing salve in that jar which he was now applying on her. The treatment continued some time and after a while he gently nudged her to turn her back up. She complied without thinking and he treated the wounds on her back too.
When ready, he put the jar back to the self and lied down beside her. She turned her face towards him and was almost asking what this all meant when he pressed his finger on her lips. "Don't speak," he whispered to her ear. "I have commanded you to be quiet and even if it may sound harsh I really meant it. I want to save you and that means we are both in danger. I can't just instantly take you away from here but I try to keep you away from the others. That's why I try to keep up the image that I make you suffer so I have to be quite cruel to you sometimes. You just have to bear with it and trust me and remember to remain silent, always." All this was said in quiet whisper and when it wasn't practically nice it was a little bit reassuring. Maybe he could pull her through this all and maybe she could get out of here and all she had know was that crazy blind trust to her former teacher.
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No reviews? Well, I don't like the demands for reviews on some fanfics but I have to admit it's lot easier to write the next chapter if I know that someone even cares to read it. And I'm still missing the name for her :) So, I hope I get the next chapter up in a decent time, it took much too much time to write this one.
Disclaimer: These characters and places and everything else are not mine.
Suffering
"Get off your cloths woman, and go to my bed!" he ordered with a harsh voice. "B-but sir," she tried to ask with a stuttering voice. "And be quite, unless you're asked something. Now go!" Snape continued. She couldn't believe what she heard. She had always believed Snape would be different but now she was cruelly proved wrong. She was shivering on the floor from suffering too many cruciatus and other kind of torturing. She was on the spot where Snape had practically thrown her and was hardly able to move. When nothing happened Snape came to slap her on her face, not too hard she noticed but then again, he probably didn't want to break his little plaything, she thought bitterly.
"Didn't you hear what I said or are you just too arrogant to comply?" he asked and pushed her in his bedroom. "Now take off those cloths or do I have to tear them off? I'll inform you they are the only ones you'd get." He said eyeing her evilly. She didn't know what to think anymore and started to open her already torn robes with numb fingers. When she had dropped that off she watched his face waiting to see a hungry look. Wen she saw just some weariness she couldn't understand anymore. Obviously she was given to him as his personal pleasure and obviously he was going to use her as such, so why this weary look. Or was this just so usual to him that he didn't care. She thought it would be better not to think of it and continued the undressing as quick as she could with her stuttering hands and aching muscles. When she slowed down too much he made a move with his leg as to kick her, which made her going.
When she was down to her underwear and was going to open the lock of the bra, he pulled her up from her wrist and pushed her in the direction of the bed. She managed to climb on the black satin sheets and shivered there waiting what would come. Her bruised and wounded body made made a strict contrast with the darkness of the bed. She didn't see where Snape had come, probably undressing himself. She almost thought of escaping but quickly realised that in the castle full of death-eaters it would be hard, and in her condition impossible. After a while he came back and to her surprise, in a decent black nightclothes. He dimmed the lights of the bedroom to almost nothing, and when he climbed in the bed she retreated as far as she could on the other side of the huge bed.
"Come here," he snarled and reached her wrist from which he pulled her on the middle of the bed. "Don't try my patience or you'll be sorry, "he continued and put something from his other hand on the self which was on the wall behind the bed. She admitted her defeat and lied still when he moved his hand along her body. She was surprised though that he seamed to be much more interested of her injuries than of the more private parts of her. Before she could say anything, even if she had dared to say something, he bent his head down near her ear and whispered, "And now I would like you to scream my little bird, then you can be as quiet as you want" She was too surprised to react and he whispered again, "do it or I'll give you a reason to scream." This was somehow more horrific than anything he could have done to her and an heartbreaking scream escaped from her. The dark voice of Snape commanded, "be quiet woman, what did I say about speaking?" She didn't know what to think of this but quit the scream instantly.
"Nice scream," he continued whispering in her ear. "Now you let me do whatever I wish and you obey me completely, is that clear?" He could see the fear on her face even in this dim light and said, "I'm not going to hurt you, at least not more than is necessary." This didn't calm her much but some of the fear disappeared from her face. He took the object from the self and when opening it, she recognised it to be a little jar of something, before he said a word which took the light totally off. Then she could only feel the cooling and soothing touch on one of her more aching bruise on her left arm. She guessed there were probably some kind of healing salve in that jar which he was now applying on her. The treatment continued some time and after a while he gently nudged her to turn her back up. She complied without thinking and he treated the wounds on her back too.
When ready, he put the jar back to the self and lied down beside her. She turned her face towards him and was almost asking what this all meant when he pressed his finger on her lips. "Don't speak," he whispered to her ear. "I have commanded you to be quiet and even if it may sound harsh I really meant it. I want to save you and that means we are both in danger. I can't just instantly take you away from here but I try to keep you away from the others. That's why I try to keep up the image that I make you suffer so I have to be quite cruel to you sometimes. You just have to bear with it and trust me and remember to remain silent, always." All this was said in quiet whisper and when it wasn't practically nice it was a little bit reassuring. Maybe he could pull her through this all and maybe she could get out of here and all she had know was that crazy blind trust to her former teacher.
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No reviews? Well, I don't like the demands for reviews on some fanfics but I have to admit it's lot easier to write the next chapter if I know that someone even cares to read it. And I'm still missing the name for her :) So, I hope I get the next chapter up in a decent time, it took much too much time to write this one.