To Torture a Soul

Please be warned that this story contains a vast amount of torture.

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Harry awoke with a startle. He was lying naked on the cold dungeon floor. He tried to move but his body wouldn’t let him. All he could see was blackness. He blinked but still, nothing. He had no idea what was happening. He shut his eyes tight, opened them and still, he saw nothing. He felt his head throb, as if he had fallen on his head.

Footsteps. Coming from his right, or what he thought was his right. He twitched on the floor, he was still immobile. An unknown voice came from the dark.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing? Get up!” The voice had a very smug tone to it.

Harry had no control over his body; he felt his body leave the ground, his limbs flailing wildly. He was lifted into the air by his torso, his head dangling back. He felt an unknown force move his hands out to either side; his head rolled forward, his legs forced apart. He levitated in the air for a few minutes before the voice talked again.

“I’ll ask you again,”

Pause.

“What are you doing?”

“Trynnn t- tah” was all that came from Harry’s mouth, as he fought against the spell. Even his speech was taken over. He still had his thoughts, but they were no good here, his wand was too far away and he never mastered how to non-verbal spells. The only thing that was running through his mind was “Who is doing this to me? And why?”

Harry could feel his fingertips move, he wasn’t sure wether it was using his control or someone else’s. He could feel his arm slightly; he tried to move his arm against the force of the magic. He pushed his arm; it moved slightly, almost an inch, when he felt the force pushing his arm back the other way. He tried to push his arm against the force, but he felt a sudden prang of pain. His wrist had snapped due to being pushed two separate ways. He could feel a part of his bone sticking through his wrist. Harry felt the blood pour out of him.

His soul screamed with pain but his body just stayed still.

“I asked you what you were doing.” Came the voice again.

His lips tingled, he was going to be forced to say something, but he didn’t know what it was, or what would happen. He felt his lips move, “I’ve been a terrible boy and I need to be punished.”

“That’s right, you have haven’t you, you fucked around with your enemies one too many times and now well… it’s my turn.”

Harry’s wrist hurt like nothing he had ever felt before. The pain was astounding; he could hear the blood dripping to the floor. His whole body was still in mid-air; floating as if there were invisible hand’s holding him up and in place.

Harry felt his head being pushed back; he was still not able to see.

Footsteps. Moving closer to him.

Harry tried to shut off all thoughts and let them take control over his body entirely. But he couldn’t do it. He just had to feel whatever was coming; even though he wouldn’t be able to move.

He felt the presence of someone in front of him. The person leaned in and grabbed Harry by the throat. He felt fingernails digging into his neck, they were slowly being pushed in deeper. He could feel blood spilling from the freshly dug scratches.

The grip loosened. The hand moved away. Harry felt his insides being pulled tighter. The person was twisting his insides around on themselves. Torturing him. Suddenly, the twisting stopped.

Harry felt his thumb twitching. He felt a sudden pain. His fingernail had been ripped off, blood dripping from it to the floor.

He felt the person lick up his chest. He felt repulsed he didn’t know what was happening. He felt a sudden weight loss from around his head. His eyes opened on there own according. He could see again.

His vision was blurry but he could just make out where he was. It looked like the Slytherin dungeons. It was a large room, shackles on the walls. There were several drains on the wall too. All he could think about was who was doing this to him. He felt his head being forced back to its original spot. His eyes flicked shut like a switch. His head was forced forwards so he was looking down at his chest. His eyes were forced open again.

He felt pain in his chest; focusing on his chest he saw his flesh tear apart. The person was cutting his chest open just by thinking about it, slowly he felt his flesh tear apart, blood was pouring out of it. The gash in his chest was about 20cm long. He felt his top thigh now doing the same thing; his flesh was tearing itself apart. His thoughts screamed in pain, all he could hear was himself screaming, howling in pain inside of his head, deafening himself.

The person doing this walked over to him, pushed his head back with the palm of his hand so that Harry was forced to look at him. Harry glared at the sadistic boy in front of him. It was Draco. He should have known, who else would want to do this fucked up shit to him.

In Harry’s mind he pictured himself kicking him right in the face, his foot was at the right height for it, as he was still being levitated off the ground.

“Have you seen the error of your ways yet? Or should I punish you some more?” growled Draco.

“Ssst-sts-sto” whispered Harry.

Draco pulled out a large dagger from his robe pocket. He took off the case and held it up in the air, the dim light reflected on the silver blade into Harry’s eyes.

He pushed the point of the dagger into the flesh between two of Harry’s lower ribs. He dragged the dagger down in between the two ribs. Harry felt the soft, sensitive flesh being torn apart. The blood travelled it’s way down on to the dagger.

Draco held the dagger up to the light again, which was now gleaming with Harry’s blood. Draco licked up the side of the dagger. Licking his lips he moved forwards to Harry.

“One man’s trash, is another man’s pleasure.” Said Draco with a smirk on his face.

Harry was pushed down, he could feel his feet barely touching the ground.

The top half of Harry’s body was forced to bend over. Draco took small strides to reach around behind Harry. Harry felt a hand smack him on the ass. Draco licked up his ass. Harry still had no mobility at all.

Minutes passed.

Harry stayed bent over. He didn’t know what was happening. All motion had ceased.

When suddenly he felt Draco stand up behind him, he felt him slide his cock into his tight ass. He had never been fucked before so it was very painful for him. Harry was pretty sure that this was Draco’s motive anyway. He had ripped apart the flesh on his chest, ribs, throat, wrist and thighs. And now he was ripping open his ass.

Harry felt the friction intensify as Draco thrusted into him. The pain was so much worse than anything he had ever felt, he would rather have Draco cut him with his thoughts again than have him fuck him like this.

Harry could hear his internal self crying. His thoughts begged him to stop. But this would be no use.

Draco had completely violated him.

Draco growled “revenge” And then he took one last thrust in Harry’s tight ass, before he came.

Harry was lifted back into the air. Draco looked up at him.

“How do you like that, you filthy half-blood?” he spat at him.

Harry felt his body go limp, the spell had been loosened. Before he had time to move for himself, his body was hurtled through the air and his back hit the wall behind him, he slid down the wall leaving pieces of flesh and a bloody trail on the wall behind him. He landed in a heap on the stone cold dungeon floor.

Never, had he felt so violated. He lay in a bloody heap on the floor, he heard the dungeon door slam shut, the dim light swung wildly back and forth flickering, watching the light the thought finally settled in. He was being left there to die. He had been used and thrown away like a piece of trash.

Hours passed. He lay perfectly still. Forgetting that he was able to now use his body to his own willing.

He remembered now that he wasn’t being controlled anymore. He moved his hand up to his face, as he felt a single tear roll down his cheek and hit the cold floor.

And then, the light flicked off entirely.