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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]

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.