Chapter 9:
Evil, Sweet Demon Prince
A/N: As always, I do not own anything HP related. Nor, do I own Scabior…I so very much wish I did.
Chapter song: Pretty When You Cry-VAST
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Scabior rolled over onto his side, a heavy sigh escaping his swollen lips. For a moment, he was not sure where he was, but soon he recalled everything that had happened, and the clarity of where he was abruptly washed over him.
Several times during the night he had woken from feverish dreams, his body aching and his mind screaming frantically inside his head. The little voice that was his constant companion, laughed gleefully and coldly.
~Awful, awful! Such an awful existence you deranged, demented fucked up little whore of a ragdoll! My oh my, how the mighty have fallen…~
Scabior groaned and rolled onto his back. The lashes he had received at the hands of his Mistress the night before, stung violently as he lay there. He made no move to sit up.
It was as if the pain was welcome. As if it had become a part of him that he desired, wanted and craved. Still, it hurt to lie there, hurt to move.
What hurt more, was when the Mistress ignored him. Acted, as he did not exist…
~You do not exist, Scabior! Why do you keep insisting that you do? Well now, you exist in a fashion, but not as you did before. You exist now, as it were, as nothing but a toy, a slave, a servant…~
Scabior groaned again.
~A whore to a woman who is far more sadistic than even you ever were.~
The maddening twitch in his pants punctuated what the little voice said. Yes, I am a whore…her whore. I've no business being anything but that.
~Aren't you the smart little Snatcher? Scabior, Scabior quite contrary…how does your twisted garden grow?~
The voice taunted him endlessly about who and what he was now. Before he had been a leader, a sadistic, evil bastard with no other intention, than to fuck as many women, and some men, as he could get his hands on. And, of course, to obtain as much gold as he could before he was either killed, or captured and packed off back to Azkaban.
Really, what more was there to want?
~Demented little whore. You'll do anything she tells you to do…~
Scabior shook his head violently at this.
The voice snickered coldly.
~Calling bullshit, Scabior. You know damn well you will do whatever that woman says! When she says jump, you meekly ask how fucking high!~
Scabior's eyes watered slightly. Whether it was being caused from the extremely burning pain in his back, or the cuts and bruises over the rest of his body, he wasn't sure.
'I don't do wot she tells me! I'm a fuckin' leader, not a sheep!' He snarled defiantly.
The voice giggled.
~Oh really? What about last night, hm? What about all those dirty things she had you doing? On your knees for quite a few of them…that despicable Martin seemed to enjoy what you did for him. Not to mention what she has planned next for you…~
His eyes watered more as he replayed the events from the night before in his head. He hadn't wanted to do them…had refused even…
And that refusal had earned him a beating unlike any he'd ever had before. Even the beatings his father had given him, had paled in comparison to what Konstantina had dished out to him.
~You enjoyed every last lash of that whip. Every time those little glass tips ripped into your skin, it felt like you were in heaven, didn't it my little ragdoll?~
'No…' He whimpered.
Nevertheless, that ever increasing twitching in his pants contradicted that denial.
~Even liked it when Martin took you right in front of your Mistress, didn't you? Oh yes, yes you did! That moaning you did gave it away.~
'No, I…no…' He whimpered more.
~What a pretty little liar you are, Scabior! What would your father say if he saw what his wayward son had become? He'd be mighty angry, wouldn't he?~
'Don't care wot 'e thinks…don't care anymore.'
The voice cackled with wild laughter.
~Whatever you say, you deranged, demented fucked whore…ragdoll…you, the little whining bitch that belongs to Konstantina! If only you knew the truth…~
And with that Scabior's world turned to darkness…a restless, black void of sleep where he dreamed. Dreamed of what he should have been, could have been but would no longer ever hope to be. That had been snuffed out the second he was born.
He had come to this…to this new low that even he could never have imagined for himself. And he had thought being sent to Azkaban had been the lowest he could go.
How wrong he had been.
Konstantina stood just outside the tent listening to Scabior argue with the little voice inside his head. She smiled slowly as she listened…how funny, how amusing this all was to her. She knew Scabior's downward spiral would soon become far worse than it was, and that there would be no hope for his sanity.
Did he even have any sanity left to begin with?
She chuckled softly to herself.
No, he surely did not have any left. If his stint in Azkaban had not destroyed what sanity he had ever had, his time with her…
Again she chuckled.
Yes, his time spent with her would destroy it altogether.
Konstantina listened closely as the voice informed her precious little piece of delicious ass, that she had more in store for him. Listened as he slipped into a restless sleep.
~He has no idea, does he?~ The voice murmured inside her head.
She laughed.
'No, of course not. You will not tell him, either.'
The voice snickered faintly.
~And take all our fun away? Never! Why would I do such a thing, my mistress?~
Konstantina tilted her head slightly. Pulling the flap of the tent back, she peered inside and looked at Scabior. He lay on his back, one leg drawn up, the other out stretched…his hands were bound with a chain that was tethered to a stake in the ground beside him. Another chain was hooked to his collar, and that one was hooked to the stake, as well.
She smiled. How lovely he looked like this…
She smiled more as her gaze travelled to his gorgeous, but dirty little mouth…the gag made him far lovelier than any creature she had ever be held.
Or, own.
~Pretty little bitch, isn't he?~The voice chuckled darkly.
Konstantina smiled.
'Yes, he is a pretty bitch.'
Her smiled turned frigid as she thought about him.
~New title for him, I suppose?~
She stared at Scabior for a long time.
'Yes.'
~And that would be, what?~
Konstantina laughed wickedly.
"Evil, sweet demon prince.'
And soon, she thought eagerly, that title will fit him as if it were second nature.