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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the world.

I hope you all enjoy the story, however if you don't enjoy Severus Snape then this is NOT the story for you.


Hermione sagged against the wall of her pod breathing hard. Her body was bruised and beaten and she felt raw. Her last appointment had flogged her and fucked her as hard as he could, dominating every part of her. She winced as she remembered the hair grabbing and the beating she had taken. She blinked and tried to clear the images from her mind, determined to be ready for her next customer, she ran her fingers over her curls, calming any unruly strands and pulling them back into the clips. She looked at her face in the mirror and inspected the bruises and cuts and started the cleanup procedure. She gripped the side of the vanity feeling the world turn fuzzy around her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the world came back to steady again and she continued looking at herself in the mirror. Wiping the smeared makeup away from her eyes and mouth and reapplying, she thought back to how they had managed to get here.

The world with the dark wizard in charge was a completely new and terrifying experience, if there was any confusion over there being a cast system before there definitely wasn't now. She was a filthy mudblood and therefore her career options were null and void. Her only options were either the labour camps or the world of pleasure or pain whichever the customer wanted. It hadn't been her choice and she wondered how much better the other option might have been. It is said that the people in the Labour Camps die quickly, completing meaningless tasks but at least they die. She pushed the thoughts from her head and sighed she knocked lightly on an unseen door and waited for help to come to her aid.

A house elf, who reminded her nothing of Dobby busted through and immediately started to clean her up ready for her next appointment, their scratchy little fingers clawed over her skin with a wet cloth and shoved a Pepper Up potion into her hands. She swallowed it and let the steam leave out her ears, trying to catch her breath, she had been hoping that after the brutal time she had had at the last appointment they would have given her more time off, but when you worked for the Death Eaters there was no such thing as mercy.

Her bell dinged and she felt her pod sway and click into a doorway, the door opening into another bedroom. Hermione stepped forward, determined to push past the exhaustion and pain that plagued her every movement. She aimed to be seductive but as she stepped out onto the pouch rugs her vision went dark and the room around her began to blur, the last thing she remembered was a dark shape looming over her.

Severus looked down at the young witch at his feet and for a moment was at a loss of what to do. He decided getting her to the bed should probably be the most logical thing. When he had arranged this meeting this was not how he expected it going. There was going to be a rescue attempt but he had underestimated the trauma that being under the Death Eater's control would have taken. He levitated her over to the bed and tucked her under the quilt. He rubbed his face with his hands and had no idea what he was going to do next. The poor girl look battered and bruised and she could barely hold up her own weight.

Standing up he went and paid for a day's worth of time with her, hating himself a little as he sneered along with the guards about how much he was enjoying his time with her. He immediately Apparated and found himself in the presence of the Dark Lord and his closest in command. He planted a smirk on his face and hoped that he looked as vile as he needed to make this plan work.

"Severus, back so soon, I was sure you would have been taking in the pleasures just a little while longer." The Dark Lord said with a slight smile on his face.

"Oh your Lord, I plan to go back there and sample the offerings for a lot longer… by your leave of course. But there has been a development in that regard."

"A development? Oh pray do tell."

"I have stumbled across one of the Golden Trio and I wish to make her mine."

"Do you really? Do you not think her punishment is best being served where she is?"

Severus knew that he was treading on dangerous ground, knowing the only reason he was stood here was by the Dark Lord's mercy and the fact that he came back for him at all. He plastered a sneer onto his face and looked the Dark Lord directly in the face.

"Oh I think she's being punished plenty. But I think that things have become monotonous for her and we wouldn't want her to become complacent." He said. "Wouldn't want her to get thoughts above her station."

For a moment the Dark Ford squinted at Severus, as thought trying to figure out what was going on inside his head. He just kept the same smarmy smirk plastered on his face and hoped it would be enough to convince the Dark Lord that this was a good idea. He had no plan after this, he just knew that he had to get her out of there and see where they ended up.

"Fine. Severus you can have your toy. I will add it to your debt and have the ownership documents written up immediately."

He waved his wand and a scroll of parchment flew across the hall towards him, he caught it in one hand, knowing better than to open and read it in front of him.

"I shall go claim what is mine." He sneered, bowing.

He swept out his door, not daring to take a breath of relief until he had Apparated back into the pleasure house. He swept by the guard and made his way back into the room where he had left a sleeping Hermione. Who slept no longer.

Hermione had awoken under the duvet and in the soft bed in an empty room. She immediately started to feel the panic rising in her throat. What had happened? As the memory flashed back, she groaned, he would be out there complaining and she would be punished. She pushed back the covers and started to pace, desperately thinking what she could offer to make this go away, to make it better, to get away without being punished. It soon became abundantly clear that there was nothing she had that was of any worth to anyone. Not anymore. She sank to her knees and tried to pull herself together.

She was still there when the door knob began to turn and the door began to open. She sprung to her feet, trying to ignore the dizziness the overcame her. She looked directly down to the floor and didn't dare look up at who was stood in the doorway.

"Sir, I am so sorry if I have displeased you in anyway. Please let me make it up to you."

There was a swish of a cloak and the door slammed shut, a muttering of a spell and someone swept before her and surprisingly bundling her into a conjured robe.

"Hermione. You need to listen to me. We don't long to talk before they realise that there is something amiss with their cameras and audio."

She knew that voice but she couldn't believe it, they had seen him die. He had been left in that small cabin alone, bleeding. He had died a hero there was no way he was sat here on the bed with her.

"Professor Snape?" She said, glancing up.

He had to hide the smile at being called professor again.

"Yes, I suppose I am. I have managed to get you out of here but I'm afraid my plan stops there. I can take you to Spinner's End and we can work it out or you can stay here if you would prefer."

She looked up into his dark eyes and then looked back at her pod, suddenly feeling bone tired and exhausted. It would be so easy to clamber back into her pod and carry on as though this conversation had never happened and just give up fighting. But she saw a glimmer of hope sparking in the back of his eyes and knew that without him, she was going to die here and when she thought about it like that, something in the back of her mind wouldn't let herself get back in that box.

"I know this seems like a lot but I really must hurry you in your decision. We don't have enough time. I know I am asking you to trust me once again but I don't know what else to do."

He held out his hand to her and she took it.

"I will have to put on a bit of a show when it comes to getting past the guard outside."

She merely nodded and looked at him for more direction, he couldn't believe that the brightest witch of her age had been broken in such a way.

"Do you have some more appropriate clothing?"

She seemed to snap into the old Hermione and started bustling through the clothes in the small wardrobe.

"What should I aim for?" She said, slowly and calmly.

"Something that makes you look downtrodden and I'm sorry to say this but as though you were my slave."

She took something out of the wardrobe and walked behind the screen and began rustling around. Severus tapped his fingers nervously, knowing that his was pushing his luck with the spells he had cast. She stepped out and was in a deep black corset and underwear complete with a collar.

"Would this work?"

He looked away and nodded.

"I'm going to release the spells now. You need to remember that everything that happens from now on is an act. I need the Dark Lord to believe that you are mine to punish."

She merely nodded and set her chin. Giving him one last look she watched as he released the spells holding the door and muffling their encounter. The door immediately swung open.

"Sir, is everything okay in here? We have been trying to get in."

"Everything is fine." He sneered. "I was just getting ready to take possession of my new toy."

"But sir, the door was locked and we couldn't see you on the monitors. We were worried that something had happened."

"Happened? What could have possibly happened? I am alone with an unarmed mudblood."

Hermione flinched to hear the word spoken out loud.

"I apologise for any misunderstanding. Would you like to extend your time in this room?"

"No, I will be taking this mudblood home with me."

"I'm afraid we can't allow that to happen. She is one of our favourites. A lot of people have a lot of bones to pick with her."

"I can believe it. However I have a signed document of ownership here signed by the Dark Lord himself. So unless you want to have this discussion with him, I would suggest you move out of our way."

The guard looked at the document and then back at Hermione who was doing her best to look scared and worried. The guard merely nodded and Severus swept passed him, pulling her along behind him.

"Oh and I would make sure the Dark Lord doesn't hear about the problems with your system if he decides to pay you a visit. He doesn't take failure too kindly."

He Apparated with Hermione alongside and stumbled into his living room and stood there looking at the young witch starting to panic and wonder what it was he was going to do next.