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A/N: Warning this chapter contains Esdeath participating in one of her favorite hobbies: torture.

Peter Pettigrew slowly opened his eyes. He was in a dark dank stone room naked and chained. His ankles were shackled together and chained to the back wall, while his wrists were chained and hung from the wooden rafters above, which crawled with creatures of his own animagus form.

Where was he? He remembered the trial he had been handed over to that General Esdeath, whoever that was. He was secretly glad when he found out he would be going with her and not off to Azkaban Prison. That quickly changed when he woke up in his present naked and bound state. As far as he knew in Azkaban you were just put in a cell and left to the Dementors torment. But here he had no idea what was going to happen to him.

As he hung there suspended by the chains wondering what awaited him he felt a presence approaching the locked door that faced him. It was cold. He began to panic. Was it a Dementor? It didn't seem likely considering he was not in Azkaban and from what he heard in the trial he had been handed over to muggles, but whatever was beyond that door had a aura too cold to be a human.

Whatever he was expecting to walk through the door, it wasn't Esdeath. Yet there she stood illuminated by a light from the hall outside of his current holding. "I see that you're awake," Esdeath said to him. "Excellent now we can begin. I was getting quite tired of waiting."

"B-begin?" Pettigrew asked afraid of what this woman was planning on doing.

"Why begin with the torture of course," Esdeath said with a sadistic smile spreading upon her beautiful face. Pettigrew paled at the news. The Dark Lord had subjugated him to the crucio curse quite a few times after he had defected during the war so he was no novice when it came to pain. That didn't mean he wanted to endure it. Maybe if he told himself it was nothing compared to what his master would do it would seem less painful.

"You know I plan on making this session as fun as possible," Esdeath told him. "Well fun for me anyways. You see after the revolution and with our Minister dead the people more or less live in peace and obey the rules. Every now and then we'll get someone who breaks the law, albeit a minor one, but they get a trial and are more or less just fined for their offences. It's been awhile since I last got to torture anyone, my comrade Najenda disapproves of my methods, and while Budo understands the need for it he never enjoys it the way I do."

She walked around him so she was standing behind him. Pettigrew was craning his neck so he could keep an eye on what she was going to do. From what he saw it looked like her nails were encased in ice like crystals.

"Now tell me which hurts more, A." with that said Pettigrew felt her crystal nails dig into his back as she moved her hands down, effectively raking his back.

"AAAGH!" Pettigrew screamed in agony.

"Or B." Esdeath, with her nails still embedded in his back now raked her way upwards eliciting another scream from Pettigrew.

"GHHHAAAAAAGH!"

"B it is then," Esdeath said sounding completely casual about what she had just done. She dug her nails into the bottom of his back once more as this time she raked upwards much more slowly this time. She continued this process thrice more until she noticed that part of Pettigrew's spine had become exposed from all the flesh and tissue that she had torn away.

Much to her disappointment she noticed Pettigrew had passed out from the shock. This wouldn't do. She smacked him hard on the back of the head and saw him begin to stir.

Now that he was awake she decided to punish him for passing out. Taking a packet of salt out of her pocket, she poured the salt all over his mangled back. "SHEEEKK!" Pettigrew hissed.

"I can't have you passing out," Esdeath told him. "We're far from finished." She spoke the last part as a whisper in his ear, which she grabbed, twisted a full hundred and eighty degrees, and then yanked it clean off.

"RAAAGH!" Pettigrew began to sob, as the hole where his left ear used to be now gushed blood.

"It's occurred to me that I haven't even asked you any questions yet," Esdeath said as she put a finger to her chin. "Oh well. To be honest there really isn't much I can ask you. You've confessed twice to what you did, but I'm curious as to the why. Why did you betray your friends?"

Pettigrew let out a small series of whimpers. "Y-you you don-don't kn-know what the D-dark L-l-lord is capable of," he stammered lowering his head.

Esdeath placed a finger under his chin and forced him to look up at her. "You have no idea what I am capable of."

Pettigrew's eyes widened in fear. "H-he s-said he w-would torture m-me. H-he did. H-he threatened to k-kill me. I'm m-more afraid of him t-than anyone. H-he is t-terrifying."

"Is that it?" Esdeath asked in a bored tone. "He tortures you and then threatens to kill you? Either this Voldemort is more lame than his name implies, or you're weaker than I thought. Tell me did he offer you anything? Apart from your life that is?"

"W-what?" Pettigrew asked in fear of the woman standing before him.

"Usually when someone betrays their friends to the enemy the traitor is usually offered something in return. Usually his pick of women. You mean to tell me he never offered you anything of the sort?"

"N-no," Pettigrew admitted. "He o-only promised t-to not k-kill me."

"You got robbed then," Esdeath told him. "You're telling me you never brought up demands. You never demanded as many women as your heart desired? You never wanted to feel a woman's touch right here?!" Esdeath had taken her thumb and forefinger and place Pettigrew's right testicle in between and started to slowly squeeze. She could feel the round organ start to compress towards the middle and the ends begin to enlarge, and with just a little more effort it popped.

"AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Pettigrew let leash an ungodly scream as he threw his head backwards from the pain. his scream was so agonizingly beautiful to Esdeath's ears that she felt butterflies in her stomach.

She waited until Pettigrew's cried died down a bit. It wouldn't do well to just keep laying the torture on him constantly. The pain had to subside a little before she continued. Eventually Pettigrew's cried became mere sobs. And it was time to continue.

"You have no idea how much your screams please me," Esdeath told him as she created a small spike out of out of ice that was no bigger than an average sewing needle. "I'm disappointed in the fact that your motive was weak as was your will of course, but that really doesn't matter to me. I just like doing this."

Esdeath grabbed a hold of his manhood and began to move the spike closer and closer to it. Seeing this Pettigrew began to scream and plead, "No! No! No! Stop! No! Please no!"

Esdeath paid no mind to his pleas as she took her needle thin ice spike and shoved it right into the eye of Pettigrew's manhood. "YYEEEAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!" Pettigrew yelled as he squirmed against his chains causing them to rattle and shake. His wrists and ankles began to bleed from his struggle. "TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK TAKE IT OUT!"

Esdeath was well aware of his screams but she paid no mind to them as she slid the spike in deeper, and then pulled it out a little, then pushed it back in deeper than before.

"PLEASE! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE JUST TAKE IT OUT!" Pettigrew screamed at the top of his lungs. In the vain hope that the torture would end.

A thoughtful expression crossed Esdeath's face as she watched a steady stream of blood come flowing out of the eye of his manhood making it look as though he was pissing blood. "Well since you asked nicely," she twisted the spike and willed several other small spikes to come out from the sides she pulled the now multi spiked needle out from his manhood rather roughly, reducing the organ to a mere mangled strip of flesh the hung on barely by a thread, that soon fell off.

"OOOOOHHHHHAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!" Pettigrew openly sobbed and wailed at the his most recent loss his body parts.

"Oh don't sound so upset," Esdeath chided him. "From what you told me you weren't putting it to any use."

Once again she waited for him to quite down before she moved on to her next act. Going around to his back again she created an ice spike much larger than the one she had use previously. With an upwards motion of her hand the spike went forward and drove itself into Pettigrew's anus.

"YEEEEHHHHGGGHH!" Pettigrew cried out not expecting this unwarranted penetration into his body. He could feel the lining tearing as the ice ravished him. He felt completely violated by this action. Hell he felt violated by everything that Esdeath had done to him so far. When the Dark Lord cast crucio on him the pain had been horrible, it had been unbearable, but it faded eventually, there were would never be any physical damage lasting. Esdeath was different. She made sure the damage done would be permanent, the Dark Lord or even Bellatrix never went this far into their torture.

Esdeath noticed that Pettigrew's eyes were practically bugging out of their sockets from her most recent act, and an idea came to her mind. She held his eyelids to his right eye open as she pulled out Pettigrew's eye including the nerve attached to the back.

"GAAAAHHHHHAHH!" Pettigrew yelled once more not sure for how much longer this could possible go on. How much longer would this continue?

Esdeath melted the spike that was penetrating Pettigrew from behind as she studied the eye that she held in the palm of her hand. "You know Pettigrew we've been at this for quite some time now without break," Esdeath told her prisoner. "I imagine you must be quite hungry yes?"

Pettigrew didn't answer her he was trembling and Esdeath saw tears and blood stream down his face. "I asked you a question," Esdeath told him with more of an edge to her voice. "I asked if you are hungry and I expect an answer."

Pettigrew muttered something inaudible. "What?" Esdeath asked. "Speak up I can't hear you."

"I s-s-s-said y-y-yes," Pettigrew barely managed to get out. Esdeath's sadistic smile grew upon hearing Pettigrew's response.

"Excellent," the sadist said. "Here's your meal, now eat it." She extended her hand to Pettigrew to show him his own eye.

"N-no," Pettigrew said in complete fear. "No no no no no no." he shut his mouth tight like a child refusing to eat his vegetables. As if that would do him any good. When Esdeath told someone to do something she expected them to do it.

"I said," Esdeath reached down to grab Pettigrew's other testicle and squeezed until Pettigrew opened his mouth to scream out in pain. Once he did she took her chance and shoved the eye into his mouth. "Now chew."

Tears continued to flow down Pettigrew's face as he moved his jaw up and down and she heard a faint splop and she knew that the eye had burst. Pettigrew looked like he was going to vomit but one look from Esdeath convinced him that that was not an option. Much to his disgust he swallowed what was once his eye.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" Esdeath asked. "Well I do believe that this will be enough for one day." Pettigrew once again muttered something. "What was that?" she asked as she looked upon the broken man that was suspended before her.

"K-kill me," Pettigrew pleaded. "P-please kill me!"

"Why would I do that?" Esdeath asked the broken man. "No you see unlike your master I am not going to kill you after a torture session. Don't get me wrong I will kill you eventually, but you will not know when. You see I plan on coming down here every day to do something else to you. I will continue to torture you until one day I finally decide to end your miserable existence." Pettigrew was more terrified of those words than anything else in his entire life.

"Now I shall ask you is Voldemort still the person you fear most?" Esdeath asked.

Pettigrew shook his head, "N-no."

"Who is?"

"Y-you."

Esdeath could only smile at the correct answer. "And don't you ever forget it."

Later that night Esdeath sat at her desk going over some paperwork when Seryu came rushing into her room. "Commander!" the orange haired girl gave a salute and so did Koro.

"Yes Seryu what is it?"

"It's about the evil ratman," Seryu told her commander.

"What about him?"

Seryu led Esdeath down into the dungeons and opened the door to the room Pettigrew was being kept. Esdeath saw that Pettigrew had escaped from his chains, much to the expense of the skin on his wrists and ankles, and now hung suspended by his neck by the chains that once bound him. He had committed suicide.

"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised," Esdeath told her subordinate. "With no one to torture of late I might have went a little overboard with him. Oh well it still felt good none the less. Seryu?"

"Yes Commander?"

"Is Koro hungry?"

Koro barked happily at Esdeath's question. "Yes he is Commander!"

"Well then let him feed," she gestured to the suspended body.

Seryu nodded. "Koro! Feed!" with that simple command Koro grew in size. Approaching the body, the dog ate the rat.

A/N: I just have to say that writing Esdeath scenes is so much fun. Thank you all for reading.