Opheliac

Warning: This chapter contains torture, rape, etc. If that’s not your cup o’ tea, or you can’t stomach that type of stuff, I highly suggest you skip this chapter. Don’t worry, we still love you!

Author Note: This has turned into a songfic apparently. O.O Alas, I love Emilie Autumn too much. Lol.

Thanks mucho to my beta/muse/co-conspirator/etc Phoenix!

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“Dead is the new alive
Despair’s the new survival
A pointless point of view
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You’ll never win”

“I see you’ve finally awoken,” a cold voice hissed.
Quinn flinched, despite the chains that bound him, that hung him up for display. He whimpered as cold, rough fingers slid across his chest, nails drawing out thin lines of blood as they went. His panicked eyes swept the dimly-lit chamber. A circle of cloaked figures, Death Eaters, edged towards him eagerly, but it was the man before him that had him screaming. That is, if you could call the hideous snakelike humanoid a man.
“Who are you?! Oh my god! Somebody please help me!” he screamed, struggling uselessly against his bindings. “Oh, god,” he moaned. “Oh, god…”
“Silence!” the snake-man commanded, backhanding the now-sobbing boy across the face.
The sound of bones cracking resonated through the room, and an excited murmur broke through the crowd.

“Dead is the new alive Life's only living rival A casket built for two Give in, give in, give in, give in You play the game You never win”

“I am the Dark Lord Voldemort,” he hissed, forked tongue flicking out to lick at the blood slowly dripping from Quinn’s mouth.
A gurgling whimper.
“And you are tonight’s entertainment.” Voldemort threw his head back and laughed. A cold, mirthless laugh that sent chills shooting down the boldest of Death Eaters’ spines.

“So take me now or take me never I won't wait You're already late So say goodbye or say forever Choose your fate How else can we survive? Dead is the new alive”

Voldemort stepped back from Quinn and turned to his followers. “Snape, why don’t you do the honors?”
One of the taller figures made his way up from the back before bowing down on one knee and kissing the hem of the Dark Lord’s robes. “Yes, my lord,” the man murmured.

“Dead is the new alive A gothic play revival The last act of the show Give in, give in, give in, give in You play the game You never win”

He rose to his feet, and after a brief, unnoticeable pause, moved behind the whimpering boy. Despite the chains that held him immobile, he began to jerk ferociously, trying to get as far away from the man at his back, forcing Snape to wrap a restraining arm around his waist.
“Please, god, no,” he was sobbing. “Please, don’t!”
“Be quiet it, you foolish boy,” Snape ground out, throwing Quinn’s legs apart.

There was a rustle of robes, and the unmistakable sound of a zipper coming undone, and then Quinn’s sobs turned into shrieks of pain as his body was invaded repeatedly.

“What is a day without a blessed night? And what is peace without a blessed fight? What is a day without a blessed night? And what is peace without a blessed, blessed, blessed fight? A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife When the obsession with death The obsession with death becomes a way of life A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife When the obsession with death The obsession with death becomes a way of life”

There was no preparation. No gentleness. No mercy. Just pain as he’d never known it. Violation in it’s worst form. Hot, sick breath against his ear. The sound of unwilling flesh slapping against unwilling flesh. The stench of blood and semen heavy and thick in the air.
Pain was all that was left. Even after Snape had finished, after the others had had their turns with every part of him. It wouldn’t end. They kept him conscious. They kept him aware. Even up until the final killing blow. As he was slowly split in two, and they laughed as his insides pooled to the ground, as he was bled dry. Even up to his last breath, there was pain. And at last he was granted salvation in the form of death.

“Dead is the new alive”