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My knees at once fell to the ground and I quietly moaned in pain, I couldn’t even look up, my head was fixed in a position only allowing me to see the hem of his robes dusting the top of his shoes. That stupid potion worked! Why does all things that involve Snape affect me in a bad way! Broken glass was on the floor not so far away, it looked like from what I could see he had caused uproar in the room.

“So what’s your excuse? Not that I will care but at least you cant complain that I didn’t let you explain…”, his voice barely audible.

“You want the truth? I have none master. When I saw Dumbledore I went to tell him of my identity, he took me to the order-I didn’t ask him he ‘kidnapped’ me if you like, I asked if I could return to Hogwarts and I could. that’s about it master, your going to torture me, I know that, punish me, so why lie to you? I cant do anything about it, but I didn’t leave I was taken, I just didn’t return. Master”, I said simply and truthfully.

“You know not to lie to me, good. CRUCIO!”, I screamed the loudest I’ve ever screamed, it was the most powerful curse I had felt from him so far and I felt like death was nearing but I knew it wouldn’t. he kept the curse on longer than usual but released it before I would go insane.
“You didn’t leave, you were taken, but didn’t return to your master. You knew you would return anyway why let yourself be punished? As you knew you would”

“I had friends master, people who actually like me-something I hadn’t had under your control, that is it. I wasn’t free, but in my heart I was”

“You never will be, its time you realised that properly. Crucio!”, he replied. Over and over again for so long he tortured me, my screams turned to sobs but it seemed to get worse each time. Suddenly he stopped, I still couldn’t look up at him and being tortured on the floor made it so much more humiliating.
“My slave, so submissive now, prove it to me…kiss the hem of my robes”, I didn’t want to, it was humiliating and reminded me of when I did it before own in the dungeon in front of Harry, but I had to. I closed my eyes to imagine I wasn’t doing this as I leant down and kissed his robes.
“Yes, just like the slave you are. That day in Hogsmeade you were all over me, it was all part of your plan but I liked you like that…so ready to fulfil your duties…you were mine, you still are. Do you want to be on my good side?”

“I don’t know…I don’t support you but I don’t want to feel pain, I do like you as I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t know why. I hate you for your actions, but I like you as a person, your clever and powerful…Im not lying, you probably know that from using legilimency on me, but I don’t want to feel like that, I just want it to be over…to not betray my friends master”, I whispered, I then realised I didn’t feel as much hate as I thought I did to him…so confused and annoyed! I don’t want to feel like that but I couldn’t lie to him, I just knew it would get me nowhere.

“I know how you feel, you are confused and are more influenced by the light so obviously you would prefer to be there-but your not. I give you so many things and still you wish to leave, why?”

“This isn’t where I belong master”

“It is now. You will study the dark arts, embrace your new life. Be grateful I haven’t thrown you in the dungeons, tortured you for hours on end”

“Why not master?”

“I don’t want to waste time which could be spent on other things, you will be punished but not from tortures. You promised me pleasure before you left, you are about to fulfil it-whether you want to or not”, he released the hold he had over me and I instantly slumped to the floor, I quickly got up and looked at him. He looked as fierce as ever, his blood red eyes boring into mine, his handsomeness couldn’t make up for the evil in his veins. In a flash he pulled me by my hair and threw me onto the bed-like Snape had done just a few minutes earlier, he sniggered at my school uniform before ripping it off.
“My after only a few days I still missed your body under mine”, he murmured. He bit my lip hard while vigorously massaging my breasts, I whimpered but he wouldn’t prevail-he wanted to hurt me. He entered me forcefully, I screamed but it just made him more forceful, his nails scraped down my body leaving deep red marks, breaking the flesh in some place. The feeling of your own blood trickling down your naked body while the most evil man in history thrusts into as hard as he can to make you feel pain, is one of the worst feelings imaginable. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth while I felt him climax inside of me, afterwards he trusted in again-wanting more. A few fucks later he rolled off of me, but that wasn’t the end.

I couldn’t protest as he picked me up and dropped me on the floor-right onto the broken glass, I screamed as it dug into my body. He got on top of me and pushed me further into the glass, I cried and cried as he fucked me harder than ever, he whispered into my ear dirty names and laughed at my moans in pain. Once again he finished and got up off of me, my eyelids were squeezed together as I held my arms and legs tightly against my body, I could feel glass deep in my skin and dried and wet blood clinging to my skin.

“You deserve pain don’t you”, I ignored him but he kicked me hard against my side, “Don’t you!”

“Y-yes master”, I whimpered, I felt pain everywhere, blood, cum and tears all over my body.

“That’s right, I shouldn’t heal you but if I don’t you will bleed to death-well you will just go into a very deep sleep”, he muttered, reminding me of my immortality, “Brace yourself”, for what? Then all the glass particles in my skins flew out of me-ripping my skin even more, I screamed with what little voice I had left and tightened my hold on my body, want comfort-to be back at Hogwarts. Another spell and all pain stopped as my body healed itself.
“Aren’t you going to thank me for your pain? Thank me for being punished and learning not to do it again? Come on tell me you deserve it. Properly”, he was just doing it to humiliate me, his eyes told me I had to.

“T-thank you m-master for punishing me, I-I deserve all pain and thank you for everything. I’ve been a bad slave and need to feel your punishments”, so humiliating but I knew it was what he wanted to hear.

“A bad slave is what I want, but one who follows duties”

“Yes master, I will in future”

“All what is on your body will not be removed, the water in the bathroom wont work for you, be grateful. The only clothing you can wear is the rags you deserve. The library is only open to you because you will learn the dark arts and when im not teaching you, you will research yourself-failure to do so will receive punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes master”, I whispered

“Good, you’ve caused a lot of trouble these few days. As Severus is at Hogwarts Rodulphus Lestrange is going to watch over you, to stop you from jumping off balconies, running away or being attacked-you know the drill. Do not underestimate him, he has…certain needs…he will not think twice about hurting or raping you”, he added smirked. Great I got the fucking husband of a psycho killer and who is also a woman beating rapist, just fucking great!
“The house elves have brought you something to cover yourself up, that should be everything, He should arrive within the hour-he will leave when I return. Tomorrow I want change in you”, he left without another word. Leaving me naked covered in my blood and his cum, I gently pushed myself up and went into the bathroom, first checking the shower but it indeed wouldn’t work. I picked up a tiny bundle of clothes and pulled it on, just 2 pieces of rag, one I tied around my breasts and the other over my privates-well not really private while here, my body is his, just like my soul is his and my life is his. His.

I looked into the mirror to see my red eyes with no life, my dark hair brushing across my stained body, I looked terrible-to a normal person, he however found my defeated look a big turn on. Bastard.

My school uniform was on the floor ripped to shreds, no chance of ever being worn again but I picked them up and folded them neatly-my only memory of Hogwarts. Things could have been worse, I could be in the dungeons, locked up for hours on end, alone, cold, hungry and in pain. I should be grateful.

I sat down in the library, same as always but there seemed like more books had been added. I flicked through them, not wanting to but knowing I have to, I picked up a book on parseltounge and settled down to read it. A faint cough caught my attention, I looked round to see Lestrange in the corner with his wand pointed at me, he muttered a curse and my body went limp-same spell as Snape’s.

“Oh does the little girl want to go home?”, he said mockingly while standing over me, “Im supposed to ‘look after’ you, that I will, but as I, you and the dark lord know I am entitled to do what I want to you. Im not going to abuse you like some dog but I will take advantage of it”

“I don’t care, Sir. There is nothing you can do what will make me any worse than I am at this moment in time. My master has instructed me to read and that is what I was doing”

“I wont touch you tonight, I don’t touch a woman who has just had another man inside of her, I don’t like seconds”

“I would of thought your dear wife would have given you enough satisfaction, you wouldn’t need me sir”, I didn’t like this guy.

“Don’t ever insult my wife! A man is entitled to fuck anyone with or without their wife’s blessing! I will enjoy having the famous golden girl squirming under me”

“Ill look forward to it sir”, I muttered sarcastically, that got me a backhand on the cheek, he released the spell and I got up. “If you’ve not come to fuck me then what is it you want? Last I heard all death eaters are evil sex crazed murdering scum!”

“I came to say hi”, he said sarcastically, “I just had to come and see the dark lords girl! Last time I saw you, you were all over the dark lord…seems your not so into him anymore, that much of a slut that you move on from one guy to the next…”

“Yes sir, of course I am. that’s all I am aren’t I? slave, whore, slut, bitch or whatever the fuck you think of me!”, I shouted at him, “All this shit on my body proves it don’t it? I cant even wash it off! So you think im a slut, big news so does everyone! sir”

“Your just a slave, you’re lucky you have the dark lords protection-if you were any other death eaters slave you wouldn’t get the luxuries you receive”

“Lucky? Luxuries? Your talking about someone else because this isn’t that sir! And I hate having to call you sir, your not my sir!”
“Yes I am, no master but you must bow down to your superiors. You have no idea of the luxuries…sharing the bed of your master, having a bathroom and library! You aren’t shared among others just used on rare occasions. Be grateful you actually have a guard! I could be home right now fucking my wife or my own slave!”

“You have a slave sir?”, I asked surprised

“Yes, most do, you just might not of heard of any cases because they’re usually minor witches or muggles-nothing to get the attention of the ministry, I suppose it wont matter once the dark lord rules. My slave is a muggle woman in her mid twenties, she has no name, she isn’t worth a name, she makes a good fuck though. I use her when my wife is away or when im bored, she does the housework the rest of the time”

“That’s sick! How could you do that sir!”

“I am her superior, I told you you were better treated that most…I don’t know why, think about it”, he said and apparated away. He’s just another evil piece of scum! But he made me think, im not that badly treated when im not being punished…I never really thought about it. The dark lord is evil but to me is he really that cruel?

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