Aftermath
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,247
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Found
When he wakes all he knows is pain, it rips thorough his body coming from everywhere at once. It hurts so bad he hopes he is going to die. He clings to that thought, death, release, ending, please please please he chants to himself. Begging the world to let him die.
He knows the truth though, he will not die, not now, not tonight. His torment is not over. He is being punished, for his failure, for his weakness. His Master for tonight was particularly brutal, the knives and whips strewn about the room attest to that. He is covered head to toe in blood and cum.
He listens first, for the sound of breathing, movement, any indication that his master is still present. He knows the rules. The first one is the most important, most key, to obey, always obey, to do anything else is unthinkable, impossible. His Master had ordered him not to move, to disobey that order in the presence of his Master is impossible.
He runs through the rules in his mind,
Obey, always Obey
Never speak unless ordered to.
Never stand when they sit, or sit when they lay.
Never look into their eyes.
Never ask, only beg.
Obey, just obey and it will be all right.
All he hears is silence. He is alone.
He moves gently, accepting the pain as it rolls over him in waves, like the ocean beating against stone. Embracing the pain, allowing it to fill him and overflow, there is no point in fighting it. It can only endured.
His back is in ribbons, the whip having done its damage, the cuts on his legs, chest ass, everywhere sting and break, more blood. His wrist is broken, and his ass, best not to think about that. Slowly, he drags himself closer to the wall, to a blanket thrown on the floor in the corner, gently he lays on it, seeking some kind of warmth, some comfort, seeking anything.
No one had come to heal the worst of his injuries, so that means he was being punished,\'perhaps\' he though with a tiny glimmer of hope that he could not crush out, \'i am going to be allowed to die after all.\' The pain had grown too intense with his movement and he lost consciousness.
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\"S..sir.\" Harry looked up from the firewhiskey in his glass to meet the eyes of the terrified Auror in front of him.
\"Yes.\"
\"We have found one of the.. of the individuals on the list you gave us. The uh one to noftify you if we found...\"
Harry inhaled sharply, the list of Death Eater that he had a personal interest in was now much shorter than it had been.
\"Who?\"
\"Draco Malfoy, Sir. We found him.\"
He knows the truth though, he will not die, not now, not tonight. His torment is not over. He is being punished, for his failure, for his weakness. His Master for tonight was particularly brutal, the knives and whips strewn about the room attest to that. He is covered head to toe in blood and cum.
He listens first, for the sound of breathing, movement, any indication that his master is still present. He knows the rules. The first one is the most important, most key, to obey, always obey, to do anything else is unthinkable, impossible. His Master had ordered him not to move, to disobey that order in the presence of his Master is impossible.
He runs through the rules in his mind,
Obey, always Obey
Never speak unless ordered to.
Never stand when they sit, or sit when they lay.
Never look into their eyes.
Never ask, only beg.
Obey, just obey and it will be all right.
All he hears is silence. He is alone.
He moves gently, accepting the pain as it rolls over him in waves, like the ocean beating against stone. Embracing the pain, allowing it to fill him and overflow, there is no point in fighting it. It can only endured.
His back is in ribbons, the whip having done its damage, the cuts on his legs, chest ass, everywhere sting and break, more blood. His wrist is broken, and his ass, best not to think about that. Slowly, he drags himself closer to the wall, to a blanket thrown on the floor in the corner, gently he lays on it, seeking some kind of warmth, some comfort, seeking anything.
No one had come to heal the worst of his injuries, so that means he was being punished,\'perhaps\' he though with a tiny glimmer of hope that he could not crush out, \'i am going to be allowed to die after all.\' The pain had grown too intense with his movement and he lost consciousness.
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\"S..sir.\" Harry looked up from the firewhiskey in his glass to meet the eyes of the terrified Auror in front of him.
\"Yes.\"
\"We have found one of the.. of the individuals on the list you gave us. The uh one to noftify you if we found...\"
Harry inhaled sharply, the list of Death Eater that he had a personal interest in was now much shorter than it had been.
\"Who?\"
\"Draco Malfoy, Sir. We found him.\"