I based most of chapter 38 on the tortures practiced in Argentina by the military government from 1975 to 1983. It is a truly horrible chapter, but try to understand what it means to the plot. It is necessary… believe me. But I don't blame you if hate this chapter because I hated writing it. Thanks for your reviews; I'll answer them today at my LJ. My ID is FlorWS. (livejournal,com/users/florws)- Replace the colon/comma for a stop/dot.

Anyhow… here it is; chapter 38… enjoy!

Chapter 38: Kidnapped.

She woke up with an extraordinary feeling in her chest, as if something terribly wrong was about to happen. She had her reasons to believe that awful things could happen in dreams but she had never experienced such a thing before.

That night, she woke up covered in sweat and gasping for air on that leather couch of his. It was utterly uncomfortable for sleeping but then again, it was the only place on those chilly dungeons in which she felt safe when he was not around. That night, the evening in which they showed up with no invitation to her life, she had dreamt of a different life, of a beautiful life. Not of a perfect one for there is not such thing as a perfect life but of a completely diverse reality.

She had clearly envisioned Snape's Manor with its magnificent garden. It must have been spring because the sprouts she had seen in winter had blossomed into stunning flowers of red, violet, purple and blue. It was a striking sight indeed. She could smell the sweet odour of jasmines and roses while slowly closing her eyes to relax with the magnificent sounds made by the wind and the birds. Around her waist, she could sense his strong arms hugging her with all his strength- as if he was afraid of letting her go- and, higher in the very back of her neck, his warm breath made her involuntary turn her head to the right, seeking kisses, caresses and affection from the one man in the world that she loved: Severus Snape, Severus Snape, Severus Snape. She liked the way his name sounded coming from her own lips- especially the strong emphasis on the letters "S"-.

She had seen a happier future and that had filled her heart with joy while asleep. But when she had awoken, later that night, emptiness and uncertainty had replaced merriment as she slowly recovered consciousness. She knew that the images she had seen in dreams would never become real. Her agitated respiration responded to those thoughts.

Hermione Granger cleaned away the sweat with one Severus' black handkerchiefs. It still smelled like him- an uncommon fragrance composed of several herbs and oils- so she kept inhaling for quite a while until a noise coming from the fireplace disturbed her.

Life would never be the same again, even if at the time she was not aware of the fact.

Four men, dressed in military green robes with masks on their faces, entered the room through the Floo Network which connected Severus' dungeons with Malfoy Manor. They were there because Lucius had discovered that Severus was a spy for the Order; she knew that very well. She was also aware of the fact that she had become-overnight- the most vital weapon on Lucius Malfoy's army of Evil. But those four men gave her no time to reflect for they were there to follow direct orders from the King of Darkness himself and they wanted to waste as little time as possible.

"Mrs. Snape," Avery said, though at the time Hermione knew not the identity of the man speaking, "How are you tonight?," he asked, slapping his hands together in mild anticipation. Hermione swallowed hard. She promised herself that she would do nothing for them to acknowledge how frightened she really was.

"Very well, thank you very much," she answered in a very natural tone, sitting as straight as it was humanly possible.

"Then, madam, we are terribly sorry to disturb you because we are here to make this night a memorable one," Macnair said, stepping forward and taking his black gloves off. She had seen those gloves before on Severus' night table but this time they represented something different; a horrible fetish their hangmen had chosen for the night.

Hermione swallowed hard.

"What are you looking at, you filthy mudblood? Do you like those gloves? Do they make you wet? Answer, you piece of rubbish!," another man, a very obese one which reminded her of Crabbe very much, asked slapping her face with his left hand.

Hermione's body collided on the leather couch, making a horrible sound. Her right cheek felt hot and swallowed; a little river of blood was curving its path along her chin.

"I will leave them on, then," Macnair stated with a smile strategically hidden behind his mask.

"Yes, I am sure she will enjoy that," Avery said, rubbing his hands, "Take your clothes off," he ordered, with his left hand placed on the buckle of his belt.

Hermione was in no position to argue. They were stronger, they outnumbered her and they had four wands. Slowly and delicately, she took her Gryffindor tie off and started unbuttoning her school shirt, revealing her bare chest.

"QUICKER!," Crabbe ordered, taking his trousers off while Goyle took a seat on Severus' arm chair to watch the whole spectacle.

It was denigrating for Hermione to stand naked in front of them. Severus had been the only one ever to observe her without clothes on so she was embarrassed and terribly uncomfortable. Soon enough those feelings would turn into pure hate for the Dark cause and utter sadness for what those men's actions.

"Darling, I understand so many things now," Avery said, with his zipper down. She was beautiful; she had an astounding body which combined with her virginal aura made her even more delicious. He walked the fifty centimetres which separated him from his future captive and taking Hermione's hand on his, he placed her tiny extremity on his growing bulge, "It's time for us to see how much Severus has taught you, mutant," Avery said, grabbing Hermione's hair and pulling it hard. She screamed before Avery introduced his member in her mouth, but he did it all the same. It did not really matter where she liked it or not; she was there to provide them with pleasure before being handed to the Dark Lord.

Hermione just kneeled there, with her mouth wide open while Avery penetrated her mouth with disgusting moans of ecstasies.  It was a non-stop symphony of sighs and laughs which altogether were driving Hermione to the edge of tears.

Minutes later, when Avery was done and Goyle remained seated on the darker corner of the room touching himself with disdain, Hermione let a tear escape from her eyes. It was too hard for her to repress her misery, her discontent with the whole situation.

But just when she thought that it was all over, a hand caressed her buttocks and proved her wrong.

It was the same man which had slapped her face, the obese Death Eater who resembled one of Draco Malfoy's best friends.

"You are still a virgin here, aren't you?," Crabbe asked, spanking her behind with strength, "Severus was not man enough to shag you from behind, wasn't he?," he enquired, trying to make her cry. But she was not going to give him that satisfaction.

She said nothing, just remained silent while being touched by a perverse man with unpleasant hands.

"Let me sit here, my friend," Macnair said. Hermione recognized his voice from third year but said nothing. It could only make the situation worse, if that was even possible, "I can have a little fun too, can't I?," he asked. Hermione knew what was about to come.

When both men had unloaded inside of her, Hermione Granger was left naked on the cold stone floor of the dungeons while the four of them laughed at the mudblood with bruises all over her once pure body.

Dry stains of blood were everywhere in the dungeons and all over her anatomy. They had beaten her badly and they had penetrated her senselessly. She had no stamina to stand up and she had no intentions of doing so. She was now a mere shadow of the woman- of the girl- she used to be.

Her body was now a weapon in a war. She had to make sure that Severus would be alright; she was his only hope for he ignored that Lucius knew where his loyalties laid.

"Stand!," Macnair ordered, grabbing Hermione from her armpit and dragging her to the fireplace, "Wouldn't it be nice to burn you alive? Promise me you will not be reborn from the ashes like that stupid Order you love so much! Long live the King of Darkness!," he shouted, throwing Hermione to the green flames and then stepping into the roaring fire himself, "To Malfoy Manor!," he shouted. And that was it; Hermione had left the dungeons. The other three men followed in no time, taking a last glimpse at Severus' chambers. They laughed even harder as the memories of what they had done that night reappeared on their minds. Yes; Severus Snape was going to pay his disloyalty with his own death. And perhaps, even with the death of that meaningless wife of his.

Yes. Severus Snape was going to pay indeed.