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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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[bigbadpadfoot]

Oh, and did the pain sing.

Nerve endings crackled as the fingers were dug into the open flesh of the wound, jolts of electricity running up along his bones, dancing until the sparks hit behind his eyes. Being dragged wasn't the problem, it was the fact that it had been awhile since he'd honestly felt himself bleed.

It was a novel feeling against the pit of his empty stomach, the scent of it in his nose. He made sure to scuff the earth around his feet before he felt the whirling darkness close in and then landed wherever it was that they were. Who knew?

At this point, he didn't care about that.

The curses were coming.

CRUCIO. CRUCIO. CRUCIO.

Pain was measured in many ways. Pain could make your stomach twist, your eyes clench, your teeth grit. In his case, nails dug into his palms and his teeth sunk into his lip hard enough to taste blood in his mouth. Oh, Sirius, what have you done.The thought merely crossed his mind for a moment, before he opened his eyes behind the blindfold, vision red, darkness still blurring his vision. No

[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

[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

[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

[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.