I was so happy to see that I had received such delightful reviews for my story. It was my first attempt at trying to get people's opinion on my works and I was glad to see that people found it to be interesting. I am in search of a beta since I have problems with being grammatically correct and sometimes errors slip by me when I review my story. If anyone has the time for this job please leave me your email in a review. Anyway here the second installment of the story that I hope you keep enjoying.

Disclaimer: As everyone knows all the characters of the Harry Potter series belongs to the talented J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. On another note I am dirt poor so suing me wouldn't be very productive for you so don't bother. Thanks and enjoy the story!

Chapter One: Futile Attempts

I thought that leaving that dark, musky dungeon had been a small blessing but as I was led through the darkened hall past other slaves that were being trained I know knew that it was an extreme blessing. I could hear the screams of others echoing in the hall, begging for whoever it was that was training them to stop or be a little merciful. Harry could remember when he did the same thing as tears poured down his cheeks at the complete embarrassment of being spread wide for some stranger. It was an ordeal that he never wished to remember again hoping that burying it away in his mind would be enough. He knew that it would not be an easy task, but he also knew that he had at least to attempt to for his own sanity.

The further down the hall they went the less he could hear the echos of pain that came from the people within those darkened rooms. All Harry knew that the further away he got from that area the more comfortable he was going to be. He simply wanted to runaway from the place that was going to bring him so many unwanted nightmares. He continued to walk behind the guard quietly and obediently as he held onto his chains. Harry felt like a dog led around in a leash to display to everyone. He knew that those thoughts of his were ones that were never to be voiced aloud. He did not want to be reprimanded for talking when not told to do so for he feared the beating that he would receive for it.

He did not know exactly where they were going but all Harry knew that he had been told that he was going to see the owner who wished to speak with him. Harry had trembled in fear at that thought remembering how the man had tricked him into going into this immoral profession. The guards had laughed at the reaction Harry had displayed at being told the news and that had made Harry even more ashamed. He had kept his head down pondering what was going to happen to him. He was hoping that he did not have to go through any more traingings that had taken a toll on his mind and body.

All to soon it seemed to Harry that they had arrived to a set of large oak doors that could only be the entrance to the owner's office. Harry wanted to turn and runaway from what awaited him inside but one sharp tug on his chains told him that he could not escape what was to come. He dragged into the dimly light room that seemed to have been decorated for an aristocrat in shades of green and black. A large tapestry was hanging behind the owner's desk of a serpent watching over his unsuspecting prey ready to strike at any moment. It was something that made Harry's heart drop to his stomach in an instant. It was all too familiar to Harry who felt like he was just like the prey in the tapestry only that in his situation he had already been struck down by the vicious serpent that was the owner. Perhaps that was why that tapestry hung there, because the owner felt an attachment to the piece that described him so well.

"How is my raven haired beauty doing?" the owner asked with the wicked smile that was always adorning his lips.

Harry felt like he was only being ridiculed and teased further by the older man which made him look away from the piercing silver eyes and did not respond to his inquiry. Harry believed that staying quiet was always a good thing in cases like this but he learned quickly enough how wrong he was. He felt a sharp pain in his cheek and fell to the floor moments later. He realized soon enough that he had been struck by the man in with some force. Harry touched his lips cautiously only to find blood pouring from his now split lip. Harry was frightened at the man's outburst not wanting to enrage him any further. He was pulled up to his feet by a guard that shook him roughly before letting him go with a shove. Harry felt the owner grab his chin violently and force him to look into his eyes. Harry saw raw rage in those mercury eyes that made him even more frightened.

"When I ask you something, I expect to receive an answer," the man told Harry in a low monotone voice as he gripped his chin with more force now which made Harry wince. "Do you understand me?" the man asked while keeping his cold stare on him.

Harry response was a simple nod as he averted his tear filled eyes away from the silver ones that bore into his soul. A menacing chuckle was all he received as a reaction to his nod before he felt the hard grip on his chin loosen. He had not let go but the lessening of the force was somewhat of a relief to him. He knew that the force that had been applied would show tomorrow as a bruise but that really did not matter much to him as he just wanted to be let go the most. The owner seemed to have other plans as he wrapped an arm around Harry's lithe waist as pulled him close. The man lowered his mouth to Harry's pale neck and bit Harry with force. Harry cried out in pain as he tried to pull away from the man only to be shoved with force onto the floor.

"I think you may still need some more training," the man told Harry with a smirk as he leaned over him. "What do you think my raven haired beauty?" he questioned with a malicious glint in his eyes.

Harry's eyes grew in fear at the suggestion as he started shaking his head furiously. "No, please don't," Harry begged as got on his knees and looked up at the man with pleading eyes.

"I'm happy to see you finally understand your place," the owner responded with a small chuckle as he nodded his head to the guards. "You can take him to his new quarters now," he told the guards as he turned his back to them and headed to his desk.

Harry was suddenly pulled to his feet by his chains and he felt himself being dragged away from the elegant and warm room. He was once again led through unfamiliar, dark halls only this time there wasn't screams of pain that terrorized Harry's mind. They stopped at a room where the door was slightly adjacent letting one get a simple glimpse of red. The door was completely opened and the guards entered the room with Harry in tow. Harry looked about the room liking the layout much to his surprise. There was a brass four-poster bed against the wall underneath a large window with a wooden night table on either side. The carpet underneath him was a rich brown color that matched with the wooden furniture of the room. There was a small lounge chair that was a velvet red to match the painted walls. Harry would have never expected that he would be given such wonderful living quarters in his life.

"The Master likes to make sure that all rooms are to the clients liking" the guards informed Harry just to make Harry know that the room was not a prize for him but rather for the clients that he would be entertaining in the room.

The slightly happy mood that Harry had been in a few moments before had disappeared with those words as he looked at the bed with horrified eyes. He could imagine the things that he would have to do on that bed with foreign people whom he would detest soon after. A tear slid down his cheek as the chain was removed from around his neck and the guards exited the room with a smirk upon their faces. Harry immediately collapsed onto the floor in a heap of sobs once he had heard the click of the door closing. He wrapped his arms around himself in a desperate need to feel comforted in anyway. How he wanted to disappear at the very moment into the world of the dead and escape the hell that he was going through.

"Someone please help me," Harry whispered into the empty room as another wave of sobs overtook his body.

Harry just remained on the floor not wanting to lay onto the bed that would soon bring him so many nightmares. He shut his eyes tight as he curled into a ball to keep himself warm as his fatigue started to catch up with him. Slowly he began to drift asleep into a world that would not offer him any comfort. He drifted away into a world where terror and tears filled every part of his mind.

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"Are you afraid of me Potter?" the husky voice drawled out as he approached the cowering Harry that hid behind the red lounge chair.

Harry dared not to make a sound as his eyes remained on the man before him not wanting him to come any closer. It was still too early for this to happen, he still wasn't prepared to face the agony of being used by some stranger and then left to wake in a cold, empty bed. Harry's eyes darted for a moment from the other figure to focus on the bleeding lower lip of the man. He knew that he was going to be in an immense amount of trouble when the owner found out that Harry had bitten the client when he had been kissed roughly. The sound of footsteps moving rapidly on the carpet snapped him out of his momentary lapse and was shocked to find the other almost upon him. Harry let out a scream as the man seized him by the hair and pulled him towards him.

Harry fought to get away from the other but his efforts were futile. Even though the other man had seemed fragile and weak he was in fact stronger than Harry had imagined. The man easily overpowered Harry as he dragged him back to the large bed that Harry hated so much. Harry was thrown onto the bed in a rough manner where he landed on his back. He stared up at the man with wide, frightened eyes as he watched him begin to unbutton his shirt. Harry's mind screamed to him to move but Harry was immobilized by his fear. He just laid there staring up at the man that looked at him with lustful and preying eyes.

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Well there was the first chapter of the story and I hope you all liked it. I have given you all a clue as to who is the malevolent owner so for those who can guess cookies for you. Anyway I'm trying really hard to get these updates to you quickly before I become submersed in my college studies which will no doubt happen soon. Anyway I want to thank my three reviewers brat11, ri-chan05, and allsfairinchaos who were nice enough to leave me comments. Anyway please review if you have the time since any comments are appreciated it even the ones intended to insult me. Until next time Yany Chan