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Sorry for later updates than usual! been so busy,! but managed to fit some time in to post!
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I didn’t sleep that night, I might of got a few minutes at most but I was so uncomfortable on the floor and was in such pain from my injuries it was impossible. I stared out of the gloomy window until light finally shone through at dawn, It was then I decided that I couldn’t just lay there for another few hours. I very slowly moved my arms behind me and lifted myself even slower, it hurt so much but at least now I was sitting while leaning against the bed.

I looked down at myself to see what my body looked like, I hadn’t really seen it since he made the room dark when he left and I couldn’t properly see lying down. I was horrified at what I saw, my whole body was covered in purple bruises, red marks, white cum splatters and crimson cuts with dried blood, I looked like a paint palette. I lifted my weak arm to my face to feel even more dried blood, I knew my face looked as bad as my body but I didn’t want to think about it.

I changed my thoughts to remembering how I felt when my power came to me, I felt so good it was like I could do anything, at that point as powerful as Voldemort himself! No wonder he prevented me using my magic, I actually threw him across the room and brought him harm! I laughed at the thought of hurting the dark lord.

“What in the worlds could be so funny...”, I lifted my head to see Snape standing by the fireless fireplace opposite me, he looked a bit shocked at his first look at me and my injuries but quickly changed the expression to an annoyed one, “When you look like that?”.

“Why don’t you ask him? But if he knew I was laughing he would know what it was about, meaning I would probably have to waste more of your time to get healed again”, I said simply, he looked at me curiously, “its your call”.

“You have not lost your sharp tongue have you now. But, I would probably have to agree with whatever you mean, I have no wish to spend my spare time healing pathetic. Little. Mudbloods!”, he snarled as he came forward and bent down to get a better look at me. It was then I remembered I was still naked so I moved my leg to cover myself, “don’t worry miss granger, I am, as are all the death eaters, under strict orders not to touch you in that way, you have nothing I haven’t seen before”.

“Don’t call me mudblood! I don’t trust you whatever you say just get on with whatever he has told you to do and leave me in peace!”, tears came to my eyes but they didn’t fall. He rolled his eyes and flicked his wand, summoning a couple of potions next to him.

“Now as you know, im not allowed to heal your bruises and cuts, I can only fix any possibly ‘serious’ damages you have and clean you up a bit…”, I glared at him, annoyed that Voldemort had kept his word not to fully heal me. Snape picked up a small potion and poured it slowly into my mouth, I instantly swallowed the sweet liquid and some pain went, the after affects of the torture curses disappeared. I was still in pain but not inside anymore, just my ‘outer layers’ hurt, I looked up at him thanking him with my eyes, he just nodded.
“This one may burn slightly, it stops anything getting infected and will get rid of any pain but im afraid, the dark lord asked me to give you this especially…it stops any natural recovery from injury…”, I looked up at him in shock, “your marks will only go when the dark lord decides it”.
Great I was going to be cursed with scratches, cuts and bruises forever! I hesitated before opening my mouth to do the acidic potion and coughed as it burned the back of my throat.
“Ill just clean you up before I leave”, he muttered a few spells under his breath and all dried blood and other stains vanished, I was clean but I looked like I had just come out of a battlefield still. He stood up and turned to leave.

“You betrayed the order…”, I whispered

“I do what I must do to survive in this world…I never worked for the order, I was a spy, so technically I cant betray something I was never truly a part of. Im currently still spying there if you must know, still teaching at Hogwarts and still I haven’t been found out, I am useful to the dark lord and his rewards are magnificent!”. He paused to look at me still sitting in he floor, “he has supplied clothes for you to wear and you will meet him in the room you were in yesterday, when you are ready, you know where It is I believe? It doesn’t really matter anyway as it’s the only place you’ll be able to go when you leave here”, with one last look he apparated.

Great! I was going to see him again soon, to torture me some more possibly? I got up easily as I felt no more pain. I went straight to the mirror and nearly cried, my face had a few cuts and bruises from where he smacked me, my lip still had teeth marks and I had a black eye-I could even remember being hit anywhere near my eye! I had way more injuries than I remembered receiving so either I went out cold for a bit, lost my memory or for some sick reason he gave me more marks magically.

I looked round and noticed a door had appeared on the opposite wall to where the other one usually was, this one standing next to the window. Curiosity got the better of me as I went over to it and turned the silver handle, it was a bathroom inside. Massive it was, black and white marble walls and floors with silver finishing. The centre was dominated by a swimming pool sized bath set in the floor, and surrounding the walls were many shelves of grooming items. A toilet, shower and sink were in the other corners of the room and another door. I went over and tried the handle but it wouldn’t budge, I remembered Voldemort saying how he would open the rest of his chambers for me sometime, obviously he was doing it gradually and giving me a locked door to annoy me.

I was still naked so I took a quick shower and thoroughly groomed myself, I was already clean because of Snape but I felt dirty, when ready I left the room with a fluffy towel around me and picked up the clothes he had given me today. It was a short white summer dress, showing a lot of leg and low cut-it seemed to be his taste, flat silver shoes and white lacy underwear, at least I knew I wouldn’t be paraded in front of anyone today because my outfit wasn’t really formal enough.

I sat down waiting for a door to appear while twiddling my hair, noticing that it went dry as soon as I touched it, it couldnt be my magic though, his. A POP sound told me the door had ‘arrived’ so with one last glance at the mirror seeing his marks still on my face and body, I got up to leave. Outside was the empty hallway I had been in the previous day, nothing had changed except all other doors had vanished and I could only go one way, to the dining room. Sighing because I thought I might have had a chance of escaping, I journeyed through to the room, Quietly I opened the door and went in.

The table had disappeared and it looked a bit like the DA meeting place in the room of requirement, maybe this was actually like that? I looked round for any sign of him, but I couldn’t see him.

“How fucking ignorant! demanding my fucking presence when he cant even fucking show up on time!”, I shouted to the room, I was pissed off still at him not letting me get rid of the marks he put on me.

“You know, that sort of language should deserve punishment, but today I think will be enough discipline for you…”, I looked round, searching for his presence but it wasn’t there.

“Where are you?”

“Behind you of course…”, I spun round to see him removing an invisibility spell off of himself as looked down at me.
“My, my don’t you look different, now what could it be?”, he said sarcastically eyeing my marks with a smirk.

“bastard, how long must I look like this?”

“Until you learn discipline, that’s it. Now, today I will teach you a defence spell against certain dark magic, im not usually one for defence against the dark arts but you are one of the few who I think can cope with it-”

“why teach me this stuff? Im not going to even try to learn it, you know I have no wish to work for you!”, I didn’t break eye contact with all through are ‘conversation’ because I wasn’t going to show weakness.

“I have a feeling you will want to learn the counter to this one”

“and which would that be?”

“Crucio!”, I fell to the floor screaming, I was starting to get used to being cursed like this now but it still didn’t take away the pain, he halted it nearly as soon as it started, leaving me gasping on the floor.

“As you know there is no counter curse to it, but you have power to be able to stand it, if I was ever to be Crucioed I would feel the pain but I wouldn’t react like how everyone else does. Why am I going to teach you this? Because with dark power you should be able to use and defend against it. I will give you your powers now but you will only be able to use them how I say, only mentally not physically for now. You will be begging to be able to overthrow it, because Im going to keep cursing you throughout the day until you show signs of no reaction! I'd call it lessons within discipline!”.

I wont be able to do this, its just an excuse to hurt me more, it must be!

For the next few hours I was continually cursed and then healed, he gave me my magic but only to defend mentally with, I couldn’t use it practically. But I still felt so good with so much power, I wanted to use it, for good or for bad I didn’t really care when I had it. Disgusted with myself, I tried to get rid of the thought while I was tortured,
I wasn’t of the darkness!

Eventually I started to show signs of blockage, first I stopped screaming, then I stopped writhing, eventually I wasn’t falling to the floor! I don’t know how I did it, even Voldemort seemed surprised-pleased but surprised. Once I was able to act normally while being cursed he actually clapped!

“I never thought that you would be able to show such power, in only…”, he looked up to a massive clock on the wall showing 5pm, “8 hours! I admit I thought you would take a few days-at least! I believe I underestimated your strengths, now get some rest. I will send a house elf to feed you later on”, with that he disparated.

I was shocked at my own strength but I was even more surprised at Voldemort ‘compliment’, I felt a slight burn on my body and looked down to see some of the cuts had gone. I suppose I should be happy he removed them but wasn’t the torture of today enough for him to remove it all? I couldn’t be bothered to moan so I went back to his room to sleep.

A few hours later i was awokened by a middle-aged house elf handing me a tray of food, a full English breakfast! Even though it must of been way past dinner time i thanked him and i hadnt had one for ages! I still felt sorry for how house elfs are treated but my current problems were more important. I noticed it was light and daylight was showing through the window.

"Erm, excuse me, could you please tell me what time it is?", she seemed shocked i talked to her like a human being but she simply replied it was 8am and disaparated.
I must of been knackered if i slept that long! I tucked into my breakfast with a smile, i felt like i was back at home, eating breakfast in bed when i was ill. Home, i missed it so much...but i couldnt dwell on things.

As i finshed a newspaper apeared in front of me, shocked at being given information from the outside, i poked it to check it wasnt cursed-stupid i know, and found it was ok. I lifted it to see it was the Daily Prophet and nearly dropped it at the headline.

HARRY POTTER CAPTURED BY DEATHEATERS!

Nearly a fortnight after He-who-must-not-be-named is found to be at large again and best friend of Potter, Hermione Granger disapears, the wizarding world is facing losing the new war to the you-know-who.
Our only hope is Harry Potters survival...

The article cariied on for page but i couldnt read it, below the article was a photo of Harry and me at the Triwizard tournemount from last year. How happy we was back then...
I was in so much shock! How could he have been captured? Had he already killed him, no, he wouldnt have. Otherwise he'd be minister of magic by now but where was Harry right now?
Please be ok...

"Ah so you've read the good news?", Voldemorts icey voice said from the armchair, "Potter was captured in the night so i put a sleeping charm on you so you wouldnt get in the way-"

"How? How did this happen? Is he alright? What does all this mean? Why did you-"

"Too many questions, i would rather you asked things about the dark arts. But i suppose it would be expected that you would want to know about your ex-friend"

"What do you mean ex-friend? He still is, even if i am here!", i moved to the sofa opposite Voldemort.

"He was captured near here actually, searching for you as he found out your aproximate location and went for it. Typical, but it happened for the good. He's currently in the dungeons, hes just been interigated and he will be executed tonight!",

"No! You cant!"

"But i can", he smirked at my distress.

"Please! I will do anything! Just dont kill him!", i was on the floor at his feet now, pathetic but i was desperate,

"Now This is how i like you, at my feet like the slave you are! He will die tonight! But...i think i'll let you 'visit' him", my eyes lit up as he stroked my hair, "It can be your reward for your work yesterday and im in a very good mood, im about to defeat the light!"

"Thank you for letting me see him!", I looked up actually smiling at him, "But please, rethink, keep him alive! He is the only hope the light have!", he slapped my face like he had done the day before, it hurt so much more because he was wearing a ring, i felt my skin rip and blood was dripping off my face.

"You are not in the right place to make demmands! I reward you, but nothing more, take it or leave it! Also i think its time you call me master from now on, if not rewards will be removed and punishments will be given", I slowly nodded holding my cheek, trying to stop the bleeding, he wouldn't heal it.

"Ok, Ok, i apologise, but please, when can i see him?...master", i looked down at his shoes, too ashamed at what i had become but i had to see Harry and would do anything for that. He grabbed my chin and made me look him in the eye, obviously pleased with my 'acceptance' at him being my master, he wasnt though and i would never call him that name again after i see Harry.

"Once you've changed into something more 'apropiate'", he summoned a bundle of green clothes and silver stilletos while picking up the paper to read, i grabbed them up and practically ran to the bathroom to get ready.
At closer inspection at the clothes i realised i was going to look like princess Leia out of bloody star wars! I remember watching it in the summer holidays when i got back from Hogwarts a few years back, it was almost identical just in green and silver, typical slytherin...
I relucantly put the garments on and shoes and left to see him just finishing a skim of the paper.

"Master?"

He licked his lips and stood up,
"You look like a real slave of mine now", He kissed my lips and led me to the door, "Maybe i should dress you like this more often...Now I think its time Poter sees what has become of you".

I followed as he led the way to the dungeons...

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Dont worry the story isnt going to end soon!