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Snape lay panting on the ground. James and Sirius advanced on him, wands raised. Snape tried to get up, but Sirius quickly bound him. He swore colorfully and began to thrash, but he felt no real fear yet, only his pride was wounded.

Then he saw his attackers’ faces. He knew who they were, of course, but he had never seen that look on their faces before. A cold shiver of fear slithered down his spine and settled in the pit of his stomach. He heard a spell and felt his clothes melt off his body. That is when he began to scream.

No one heard him screaming. No one came to the rescue. Sirius went first, thrusting into the scrawny teenager dry and fucking him until his blood lubricated him sufficiently. After spilling himself deep inside Snape, he pulled out and allowed James his turn. Severus was near unconsciousness now, pain, blood loss and blinding anger was clouding his mind to the point of faintness.

Severus shook his head, bringing himself back to the present.

“My Lord.” He whispered, holding out his left arm.