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Why...? Because I can!
Chapter 2
Raped!
Voldemort had raped him!
He could take the torture, the cold, and the hateful words. That he had lived with his whole life. But he had never expected to be raped.
It had taken him a while after Voldemort had left to work out what had happened. As he lay there shaking it had dawned on him what had happened. Voldemort had taken his virginity and he could never regain that, not in a million years.
Not long after Voldemort had left a group of Death Eaters enter and took great pleasure in inflicting as much pain as possible on Harry.
This continued for the next few weeks, Death Eaters would spend all their free time torturing Harry till he screamed. Harry always tried his hardest to not let his tormentors know they were hurting him. But in the end after hours of pain he would always break. Before each session he would listen to the Death Eaters making bets on how long it would take for him to scream.
Anytime he looked like he was going to lose consciousness a Death Eater would force a potion down his throat to wake him up again, this would keep him awake for hours after they had left, depriving him of sleep and on the rare occasions that he did get some sleep he was usually woken but Voldemort raping him again.
Voldemort would came in often and have his way with Harry. Harry had no way of knowing if it was day or night, Monday or Friday, February or July. The only time that existed for him was when he was sleeping or when he was being violated and tortured.
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4 months after he was kidnapped from class he was untied from the table and locked in a tiny cell that he could only just fit in. He had to curl up into a small ball, but even then his already ripped and torn back was pushed up against the wall painfully and he had to keep his head between his knees so that he wouldn't bump it in the low ceiling of the room, which his knees hit no matter how he positioned himself.
There was a small crack in the wall though so he did have some idea of day and night. The darkness on the other side of the barred door showed no sign of light only darkness, cold and damp.
He was left there for 5 days by his count, wallowing in his own shit, even if the shit hadn't been there he still would have felt dirty. He felt as if he would never be rid of Voldemort from his body. None of the Death Eaters had ever touched him; they had used magic to get him into his small prison. I seemed that Voldemort had strictly ordered them not to touch him.
Everyday a Death Eater would come and magically force food and water down his throat, laughing whenever he chocked in the food.
On his 6th day in the cell Voldemort came to talk to him.
"I hope your enjoying the accommodations Mr Potter."
Harry didn't respond.
"What did you like your old room better? Did you enjoy being beaten?"
Harry still didn't reply.
"Oh well you can't please everyone can you? Crabbe, Goyle, take Mr Potter back to his old room, then you can have some fun. But remember no touching." With that Voldemort left the room.
Why...? Because I can!
Chapter 2
Raped!
Voldemort had raped him!
He could take the torture, the cold, and the hateful words. That he had lived with his whole life. But he had never expected to be raped.
It had taken him a while after Voldemort had left to work out what had happened. As he lay there shaking it had dawned on him what had happened. Voldemort had taken his virginity and he could never regain that, not in a million years.
Not long after Voldemort had left a group of Death Eaters enter and took great pleasure in inflicting as much pain as possible on Harry.
This continued for the next few weeks, Death Eaters would spend all their free time torturing Harry till he screamed. Harry always tried his hardest to not let his tormentors know they were hurting him. But in the end after hours of pain he would always break. Before each session he would listen to the Death Eaters making bets on how long it would take for him to scream.
Anytime he looked like he was going to lose consciousness a Death Eater would force a potion down his throat to wake him up again, this would keep him awake for hours after they had left, depriving him of sleep and on the rare occasions that he did get some sleep he was usually woken but Voldemort raping him again.
Voldemort would came in often and have his way with Harry. Harry had no way of knowing if it was day or night, Monday or Friday, February or July. The only time that existed for him was when he was sleeping or when he was being violated and tortured.
~_~_~_~_~
4 months after he was kidnapped from class he was untied from the table and locked in a tiny cell that he could only just fit in. He had to curl up into a small ball, but even then his already ripped and torn back was pushed up against the wall painfully and he had to keep his head between his knees so that he wouldn't bump it in the low ceiling of the room, which his knees hit no matter how he positioned himself.
There was a small crack in the wall though so he did have some idea of day and night. The darkness on the other side of the barred door showed no sign of light only darkness, cold and damp.
He was left there for 5 days by his count, wallowing in his own shit, even if the shit hadn't been there he still would have felt dirty. He felt as if he would never be rid of Voldemort from his body. None of the Death Eaters had ever touched him; they had used magic to get him into his small prison. I seemed that Voldemort had strictly ordered them not to touch him.
Everyday a Death Eater would come and magically force food and water down his throat, laughing whenever he chocked in the food.
On his 6th day in the cell Voldemort came to talk to him.
"I hope your enjoying the accommodations Mr Potter."
Harry didn't respond.
"What did you like your old room better? Did you enjoy being beaten?"
Harry still didn't reply.
"Oh well you can't please everyone can you? Crabbe, Goyle, take Mr Potter back to his old room, then you can have some fun. But remember no touching." With that Voldemort left the room.