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[amycus_carrow]

Who? Amycus Carrow, Sirius Black and James Potter the Elder
What? You really shouldn't dare a sociopath to try and break you. Sirius will remember that eventually.
Why? Because Carrow is an evil bitch and those Marauders are just begging to be played with?
When? Now.
Title: Kinda I want to.
Rating: Hard R for violence and torture.
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[amycus_carrow]

This time it was Carrow's turn to laugh. This was more like it. Fight back. Don't cower and break so soon. He thought he had misjudged Black until the bite. Amycus drew his hand back and examined the wound curiously. He hadn't yelped or screamed, but the laugh should have been reward enough.

"I do hope you've had your shots. I suppose I should smack you with a rolled up newspaper and tell you no."

He stood up and drew his foot back, kicking Sirius hard in the ribs. "Or I could save that for your friend. I do hope he doesn't feel neglected. I didn't have much time to wine and dine him before arriving for our date." His tone was whisper soft. The kind of tone you would expect when a lover crooned at you while sharing a cigarette.

"Mercy is overrated. If you believed I'd show mercy you wouldn't have come here."

Grabbing a fistful of Black's hair he jerked his head back before reaching for his knife. The dim light from the room was barely enough to reflect off the blade that Carrow waved in front of Black's face. It's sharp edge cut through the shirt Black had on before sinking into the bruised flesh near his ribs.

"Who is the secret keeper for the order, Black?" He didn't expect him to answer of course, but he had to ask. "If you won't tell me do you think your friend could be persuaded to do so?"

[bigbadpadfoot]

"Why do you want to know?"

The words were forced out as Sirius felt his torso being punctured by the blade of the steel knife, and the heat as his blood rushed to the surface and spilled onto his skin. Focus, Sirius. Focus. Find that place in your head where none of this exists, shut it down.

"You know damn well how the secret keeping works," he spit out. "You can't tell unless you're the one who's been bound. I'm sure that you've been his little pet before, haven't you? Better than that greaseball."

The pain seared in his ribs again and made him gasp a little, clenching his teeth. For all he knew, Carrow was bluffing.

"What secrets...do you have that you don't want to share with...the class?"

[amycus_carrow]

"My Lord would never make me his secret keeper. That honor goes to people who are less likely to...enjoy their work as much as I do." He had no qualms with his place in the inner circle. The truth was that Amycus didn't want to run things. He never wished to be the Lord's favorite. He never wanted to be called on and counted on as the go to guy. That was too much like a collar attached to a short leash. He enjoyed his freedom.

"I do know. But you can't blame me for asking. I'll ask again. I'll ask you." A beat. A long cut with the blade just deep enough to make the blood pool to the surface. Shallow cuts hurt worse than deep ones. "I'll ask your friend."

He stood up quickly, slamming Black's head against the wall in the process. Looking down at his blade he grinned. He looked like a child on Christmas morning taking count of his haul for the year. "Interesting shade of red. A bit like wine don't you think?" He smeared it on the wall before turning to walk back to his table. He had to clean the blood off. He'd hate to ruin his favorite toy.

"Right a secret. Let's play a game. If you can guess who I have in one of the other rooms I will tell you a secret. Three chances now which is quite generous. Every time you guess wrong, I hurt you. If at three you still haven't figured it out?" A cruel smile played at his lips. "I'll hurt him."

[bigbadpadfoot]

Now this was an interesting game. His head was throbbing from the force of the blow and he just rested against the wall for a long moment, to stop the spinning feeling that he had, spitting a bit of bloody saliva out in the process as he fought the waves of nausea that coursed over his frame. The open slash expanded with each breath and the oxygen meeting blood and nerve endings stung with a pain that not many could claim to experience.

A him.

It was a male. His brain wandered as he looked up and stared into Carrow's skull, eyes blazing. He was angry, he was in pain, and he was getting to be more and more rebellious as time passed.

He didn't want it to be true...but wanted to get it out of the way.

"Remus."

Please not Remus, not after what had happened with Greyback.

[amycus_carrow]

It was a good guess. Close even. Amycus couldn't reveal that though. It would give Black too many clues. A fun game had to be a challenge. "Remus Lupin, the faithful werewolf companion. He would be fun, but he killed the werewolf. I'm sure The Dark Lord already has plans for him."

The wand was aimed at Black as he called out in a delighted tone, "CRUCIO." He only said it once. It was the first guess after all. Besides, the lad had taken quite a bit of pain so far. Had to give him a little recovery time didn't he?

"Guess again."

[bigbadpadfoot]

Pain.

Sirius resisted the urge to scream and instead just groaned as he clenched his teeth together, squirming a little against the chains and pressing away from the wall, the fight to free himself taking his mind off the utter torture he was feeling.

When the curse stopped he gasped for a breath and hung his head.

"Not...Remus...okay then." A hard swallow, as his mouth felt dry, much too dry, and his vision swam. He stared at the floor, trying to think. A male...

"You steal the pup from Lucius? Draco's son?"

[amycus_carrow]

"Sirius Black, have you grown attached to the Malfoy werewolf? Interesting."

He was intrigued by that, but he could do nothing with it. Even Carrow had some lines he would not cross. He wasn't touching a hair on the Malfoy boy's pretty little furry head. Lucius had always been a friend. Sure, he knew his games made Lucius a bit ill, but even friends didn't always agree.

"He is protected. He belongs to Lucius. Greyback should have remembered we don't go after our own. Not that he was truly one of us."

With a switch of his wand he said in a happy tone, "CRUCIO. Crucio."

He stepped back and watched with delight as Black's body twitched from the pain. This was fun. "Last chance to get it right."

[bigbadpadfoot]

Twitching was an understatement.

make it stop make it stop make it stop

Oh they'd hit him with this time and time before. Tell us Black, tell us. Tell us that you killed them. Tell us.

A wild guess, due to the fact that his mind was racing from the spasms that were shaking his hands and his arms as he tried to close off that part of his mind that was letting the voices creep inside. He half gasped, half yelled the next words in a bit of a rush.

"Snape, you've got that greasy bastard, Snape, it's Snape,"

It wasn't begging...but it was close. And later he'd lament himself for showing weakness with a stupid guess.

[amycus_carrow]

"Pathetic. You've let me down. I expected better from you." His tone was almost paternal. Perhaps it was the professor still buried deep inside wishing to surface. He so loved working with kids. Not that Black was a child, but his walls were crumbling little by little. Exposing the more vulnerable shades of his interior.

"Severus would love to be here. He'd enjoy making your friend cry out. You've wasted your guess and now Potter will pay for it. Of course, it's your fault he's here."

Oh using just the last name. Which Potter does he mean? James the Elder? Little James? Albus Severus? The chosen one himself? Pick a Potter any Potter, Black, because he has someone behind door number two.

[bigbadpadfoot]

Potter?!

"You son of a bitch."

The words were laced with that spark that he had been missing a moment prior.

"You're lying and I know it. You've any idea how much security the castle is under right now? You wouldn't be able to lay your hands on a Potter if you tried, you son of a bitch!!"

The shouting made his chest sear again as ribs painfully expanded against open flesh, blood running fresh from the wounds with the effort.

[amycus_carrow]

There was a slow grin once that fire returned to his toy. This was more like it. It would have started being dull if he crumbled too soon. Of course anyone who managed to survive a dozen years in Azkaban couldn't give in too soon.

He crouched in front of Sirius and held his gaze. "Look into my eyes, Black. Tell me I'm lying and believe it."

He laughed. Laughed so hard his entire body shook. This was sweet. Nothing like a proper dose of emotional pain to go with the physical release.

"Potters are quite easy to remove from the castle. They are restless sorts. Now, one last chance to win your secret. Make this guess count, Lad." A beat. "Which Potter is in the next room?"

[bigbadpadfoot]

Sirius resisted (somehow) the urge to spit in Amycus' face, as the anger took hold.

"You're not lying," he finally said, own voice low. "You're not lying because you know what it would do to me, to have one of them here." It was slowly dawning on him. "You're a evil bastard, Carrow," the dangerous spark was back in his eyes as it all began to come clear. Harry wouldn't have let himself be taken, and the children were too well protected after what Severus had done to Albus...and let alone Ginny's attitude towards protecting her children from the Death Eaters.

It could only be one. A sick feeling pooled in his stomach.

"You've got Prongs."

A quick lunge as he whipped his head forward, really, really hoping to hit him. Maybe break his nose.

[amycus_carrow]

He was savoring the moment too thoroughly to properly anticipate Black's next move. The head caught him off guard and did crack into his nose. Blood poured out, and there was a yelp. One yelp. One too many.

He go to his feet, hand cradling his nose as he lashed out a kick to Black's face. Staggering back, he used his wand to mend himself as best he could. Only when his anger settled into something more calm and sadistic did he turn his attention back to Black.

"I owe you a secret. I'm going to bring your Prongs in here and let you take turns while I try and loosen each of your tongues. One of you must know who the secret keeper is. Perhaps it's even one of you."

His voice was a smooth as honey, but not at all sweet. "I think it's Harry Potter. I also think he's going to enjoy watching our greatest moments together via pensieve. That boy of yours, the one who swore to protect should anything happen to his parents, will get to watch you and his father dance for me." A beat. "And then he'll know the truth. You dared me to do this, Black. You set this in motion. You sealed his father's fate."

His hands came together in thunderous applause. "Godfather and Best Friend of the year goes straight to you. Congratulations. Now, shall I retrieve your friend to join our party?"

[bigbadpadfoot]

The swift kick to the face he had anticipated, but not the force behind the blow and the way it snapped his neck around with a crack, his jaw grinding against his teeth as blood filled his mouth. The way it made his head swim made him sick to his stomach and his body finally betrayed him, and he was grateful that he hadn't really eaten anything at dinner that night as he emptied it's contents onto the floor in front of him.

Bile and spit and blood as he spat to rid the taste from his mouth, jaw throbbing as the blood kept coming from the cut on the inside of his cheek. He snarled -- and when he glared up at Carrow he probably looked every part of the raving mad Grim, blood on his teeth and dripping down his chin and onto the floor. He was missing a tooth, he thought, as his tongue counted and he eyed the floor...yes he was. Another mouthful was spat out.

"When I get my hands on you, Carrow," he sniffed to try and clear his throat and his mind. "I'm going to rip your heart out with my teeth and enjoy every fucking minute of it."

And then he grinned, that cocky little smirk, at the sight of Carrow wiping at his face.

"You know you're pretty when you bleed, Amycus."

[amycus_carrow]

"Am I now?" He was grinning again. Oh how he liked to see the madness creep up. It was more fun to play with a rabid dog than a house trained pup. Keep poking it and kicking it until it's fury surfaced.

"You aren't looking so good. I do believe you won't win Witch's Weekly best smile this year. Too bad."

He stepped back and took another look at what he had coaxed out of his captive. Vomit, blood, insanity, it was quite the combination. He really did enjoy his work.

"I heard the chosen one lost a bit of his edge. Went a bit around the twist if you know what I mean. Couple days with Bella could do it to the best of sorts. Always thought he snapped long before his walk in the forest. Too much death. Too many people who died in his place. But!" The but was said with enthusasim. His eyes twinkled as he debated if he should use a quick spell to clean Black up. Nah, let him sit in it. Let Potter witness it. "But he got the lot of you back. I'm sure this little walk through our memories won't phase a bit. It's not like he has issues with you and his father dying. Again."

With that, he turned and walked out. Content to leave Black chained up and contemplating his next round with Carrow. This time they would have a guest.

[bigbadpadfoot]

Sirius waited until Carrow had walked away to close his eyes and finally allow himself a deep breath to calm his mind. Carrow seemed to like pushing him to the edge and it worked to give him what he wanted, to an extent, because then he didn't have to work so hard for it.

He wiggled his jaw around to assure it wasn't broken or dislocated and was glad to find that it wasn't. A glance down at his ribs showed the slices in his skin that would only bleed if he expanded his chest too much. His head was swimming and his vision was beginning to blur...but he fought the urge to fall asleep because he worried he wouldn't wake up the next time.

Eventually though he managed to wriggle his way to a position to rest his head against the wall and close his eyes, trying desperately to rest. They had to break you in more ways than one to get you to give in, and physically, he would not.