Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7869571. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling Relationship: Weasleys/Other(s) Character: George_Weasley, Lucius_Malfoy, Other_-_Character Additional Tags: Series, BDSM, Unusual_Sexual_Situation Collections: Ink_Stained_Fingers Stats: Published: 2004-01-31 Words: 6154 ****** Unforgivable Sins ****** by Deirdra [archived by ISF_Archivist] Summary Lucius decides to punish George for things he’s said and done. The dungeon seems like a nice place to do that. Notes This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection profile. Author's notes: I suppose this story could be considered slightly AU. the only reason I say that, is because in this story Lucius has adopted Ginny as his daughter. I guess you could say she’s the reason George is being punished. Oh, and i don’t own the characters, I just write about them. Unforgivable Sins Unforgivable Sins Lucius/George NC-17 Notes : Yeah, I don't own them. I just write about characters someone else created.... Lucius was seated behind his desk. The curtains, made of heavy black velvet, were drawn behind him. He had a smirk on his face, but it was far from his usual one. His eyes were cold, grey as steel. He had recently adopted Virginia. Better known to others as Ginny Weasley. His wife had taken a liking to her, so therefore, he had as well. She was now living in their house, the new hopeful girlfriend for their insolent son, maybe even wife one day. Her "brother" George, had said some very unflattering things about her, saying the family blamed him for her leaving, had disowned him and threw him out. Lucius had heard him call her a whore, which he knew to be untrue. The boy had totally crossed the line, causing Lucius to go into a mad rage and throw him in the dungeon. The boy had been there a week, only given just enough food and water to keep him alive, barely. He had been chained for most of his "visit" and was only let free to eat, causing him to urinate and deficate on himself repeatedly. He was cleansed once a day with wands by either Crabbe or Goyle. Lucius loved his "daughter" almost more than Draco, his own blood. The girl had a way about her, she knew things, felt things, a true pureblood. She would make an excellent deatheater, a natural. He called Goyle to him, telling him to go and check on their "guest" make sure he was alive. He smirked as Goyle walked away, hoping what to come next would teach the boy a lesson. Never fuck with a Malfoy... George opened his eyes, hoping that everything that had happened had just been a bad dream, a nightmare. His vision was slightly blurred the room pitch black. He tried to move his hands, which were above his head, but every time he moved he felt a stabbing pain. His memory slowly returned to him and he remembered he was at Malfoy Manor. Lucius had lost his mind and locked him down in the dungeon. Of all the people he feared the most, Lucius was at the top of the list. Especially when he was in a mood. He went to cry out then thought better, remembering what had happened last time. The gash on his chest from where the whip had come in contact stung, as if the silent reminder was enough to hold his tongue. He had been hit over the head so many times since he had arrived, it was amazing he remembered his own name. The blood had trickled into his eyes, drying on his face. The one thing he couldn't recall, was what he had done to deserve this, but he knew he was sorry. His movement slowed as he heard Goyle approaching, not wanting to get beaten again. Food and water were laid out for him and he was let loose. He was watched closly as he cautiously walked over to the food, then inhaled both it and the water. He spoke quietly, in a fearful voice. "When can I see Lucius?" A low voice spoke from within the shadows, in almost a growl "When he's ready..." The boy cowered as the dark form advanced on him.... Lucius hadn't moved. He knew George would be asking for him soon, any time now. The smirk again, settled on his lips as he saw Goyle returning from the dungeons and lingering in the doorway of his office. "Well? Is he alive?" Goyle moved to speak and Lucius lifted his hand to silence him. "He has asked for me..." A flash crossed Lucius' eyes, a flicker, almost like a flame. The wheels inside his sadistic head began to spin, thinking of ways to hurt, torture, cause pain to this boy. An evil presence began to envelope his body and everything surrounding him. He had plans for George, big plans. The air in his office became warm and stuffy, almost as if he had hellfire coursing through his veins instead of blood. His gaze lifted from the papers he had been sifting through, looking not at Goyle, but through him. "Clean him up. Bring him to me." His voice was cold, distant and icy. It cut through the heat of the room like a knife. He waved his hand as if to dismiss him, his mind moving back to the papers in front of him. Virginia wandered in and perched herself on his desk, speaking sweetly. "Hello, Father." She looked innocent, unknowing. "Hello, Love." He didn't want her anywhere near the room when George came in, he wanted her to not even know he was there. "Virginia, dear. Why don't you go find Draco and figure out more of his weaknesses to exploit? Hmm?" He hugged her gently and lovingly then gestured for her to go. His expression became cold once more as he heard Goyle approach with George. He knew he would be sent to Azkaban if the boy were to go missing. He cared not, the only thing on his mind at that moment, was the many ways to hurt George and how badly.... George whimpered as Goyle grabbed him. "I'm sorry! I didn't meant to..." He looked at him fearfully, Goyle dropped him then pushed the food toward him again. "Finish your food, and do it quickly. I'm going back upstarirs. But, I wouldn't attempt anything if I were you." He smirked, glancing back at the shadows. "Crabbe is here, watching. He's just been aching to have a go at you." His voice was icy as he turned on his heel, walking out of the dungeon and up the stone steps to the hallway. He appeared in the doorway of Lucius' office without a sound. Goyle went to speak then nodded and turned, stopping at his master's bedchamber then returning to their "Guest". While he was gone, George had taken advantage and let his muscles loosen a bit. He became slightly relaxed, despite the fact that Crabbe was hidden in some dark corner, no doubt drooling and touching himself. George stretched and winced, feeling every wound they had placed on his body since he had arrived. As he heard Goyle approach once more, he grunted, his body becoming tense again. The tall man had appeared with a fresh set of clothing. He threw them at George and growled. "Put them on. Lucius has requested a word with you." He licked his lips as George was forced to disrobe, then dress in front of him. He was tempted to touch him, his hand streatching out from his robes. He felt a stirring in his groin, wanting to touch the smooth, muscled, freckled skin. He recoiled as he imagined the things Lucius would do to him of he dared to touch the boy. After George was dressed, Goyle grabbed his arm and led him up the steps, guiding him to Lucius' office where the blonde man stood smirking, full of power. "Well, I'm here. Now, what do you want with me?" George regretted speaking as the cold eyes fell to him. "Well, we shall see, dear Mr. Weasley. Yes, we shall see." He flinched as Lucius moved to him, hoping it would be as quick and painless as possible, knowing Lucius, it would be just the opposite.... As Lucius advanced on the muscular redhead, many thoughts clouded his mind. How would he repay this youth for the horrible things he had said? He grabbed him by the throat and threw him onto the couch. "Do not speak, even when spoken to. You lost that privelige when filth spilled from your lips." His anger flared as he saw the beginning of a smirk flicker in the corners of George's mouth. He reached back then swung, the back of his hand coming in contact with the side of George's head. Lucius watched with delight as the boy fell over and whimpered. "Next time, I won't be so nice." He sneered as he smirked down at the boy. He left him on the couch, walking back behind his desk and taking his seat once more. The cane he was so known for, rest beside where he sat, begging to be picked up. He placed a hand on it, as if he were daring George to speak again. Looking back to the redhead, he spoke. His voice icy, yet eloquent. "Now, tell me why you felt the need to call Virginia a whore. And make it good, this will most definately be the last time anything you say will even be acknowledged." His icy glare made George shiver, which only brought him more pleasure. He anxiously awaited the barrage of excuses that would no doubt be muttered. However, no matter what the boy said, it would be of no consequence to him. Lucius planned to torture George within inches of his life, regardless of his reasons. "Well? I'm waiting." A smirk formed on his lips once more as the boy began to stutter.... George grunted as he was thrown onto the couch, the side of his head tingling as Lucius' hand came in contact. He fell over, whimpering and seeing stars. The boy didn't dare move from the spot he had fallen to as Lucius moved from him and returned to his seat behind his desk. The ringing in his ears prevented him from hearing what Lucius was really saying, but from the cold gaze, he knew not to fuck with him. He eyed the cane, as Lucius' fingers curled around the head of it, hoping the man wouldn't feel the need to use it. George spattered as the blonde man demanded answers, not knowing what to say, HOW to answer. His mind drew a blank, after all, he didn't know why he had said that about his sister. He had been mad at Severus that day, and had been taking it out on anyone who crossed his path. All he knew was that he would be punished for the foolish things his brain let leak from his mouth. "I couldn't honestly tell you why I said it, Luc.." He stopped mid-sentance, thinking about what he was about to say. "Sir." He continued. "Severus and I had fought. I wasn't thinking clearly." He bowed his head, ashamed that he had let his emotions, his feelings, for his potion's master overcome him and provoke him to call Virginia that filthy word. He was hoping that Lucius would see the pain and regret in his eyes, but all he saw was disgust and contempt when he met the man's gaze. George flinched as Lucius rose and walked to him, the cane firmly held in his right hand. "Sir, PLEASE! I said I was SORRY!" His words fell from him as the cane came in contact with his head, knocking him out. The last thought he had as the darkness swept over him was that he hoped Severus knew just how much he loved him, for he knew he may never see the man he loved so dearly, ever again.... Lucius' smirk turned into a sneer when the red head almost let his first name pass his lips. He already despised the boy enough. Was there a higher power trying to force him into murdering the boy? Sometimes he wondered where his brutal, malicious thoughts came from, but he usually pushed those inquiries in his own mind aside. This was one of those times. He rose and walked back to George, cane in hand, and hit him as hard as he possibly could. He smirked with delight as the pleading boy fell to the ground and blacked out. "Well, that should shut him up for a while." His laugh was sinister as he motioned for Goyle to lift the boy, leading the way back to the dark dungeon that had become George's home. Goyle had followed with the boy heaved over his shoulder, then flung him onto the hard, cold stone floor. The boy did not stir as Lucius walked over to a cabinet and removed a set of chains and a curious looking metal ring, along with a length of rope and some other miscellaneous things. He walked back over to George, handing the chains to Goyle and instructing him to chain George from the ceiling. By the time the man was through, the red head was hanging spread eagle, facing the floor. Lucius moved forward, the mysterious ring playing through his fingers. The smirk that had settled on his lips became menacing as he reached for George's flacid cock. He slid the boy's balls in, one after the other, then pushed the head of his cock through as well. The metal of the ring shone in the flickering candlelight of the dungeon. He had a satisfied look on his face, knowing the ring was too small and would cause intense pain once the boy became erect. His voice was low, powerful. "Crabbe. You may now step out of the shadows." He watched as the burly man appeared. "Your services are now needed." He turned on his heel. "Oh, and let me know when he's ready." He said as he climbed the stairs, leaving Crabbe to begin working on arousing the passed out Weasley.... George awoke to a warm mouth surrounding his growing cock. He felt a slight amount of pain in his chest. Struggling to look down, he noticed that someone had put clamps on his nipples. His growing erection was swelling, yet it didn't feel as it usually did. He tried to suppress a moan, but he just couldn't hold back. The pleasure was so immense. He was so ashamed, letting himself be pleased by someone other than Severus. His body was betraying him. The boy was so out of it that it took him several minutes to realize he was bound and suspended in mid-air, spread eagle. He let out a low moan, struggling against the chains. His efforts were entirely in vain. Goyle had tightened them so any movement at all from George would have been near to impossible. Crabbe teased his cock, his tongue just barely touching him. His finger was gently caressing and softly probing George's tight opening. The red head could feel his climax building, but it was most definately being held back. He felt a pressure around the base of his cock and concluded, between moans and clouded judgement, that someone had placed a cock ring on him. One that was entirely too small. His back arched, as much as he could manage, as Crabbe inserted a finger into him, immediately finding his prostate and gently massaging it. George cried out, the pain in his balls growing as he became more aroused than he had ever been in his life. Tears began to fall from his eyes and he begged for release when the man inserted another finger. Crabbe nodded to Goyle, who then turned and climbed the staircase to inform Lucius that the boy was ready. George whimpered, having no idea what he was in for. But from the was things were going, he could only imagine what the blonde would do to him once he returned.... Lucius had returned to his office to reflect on the event at hand. He removed a large book from a shelf then took a seat behind his desk. He opened the heavy, leather cover of the book and smirked as his eyes played over the pages. The blonde had acquired the book at a muggle shop in London. The images were unmoving, yet they had purpose. He stopped at a particular one and examined it. The photograph depicted the exact situation his young guest in the dungeon was experiencing at that moment. He read through the text, brushing up on some techniques while he waited for George to be prepared. His eyes flashed as Goyle once again silently appeared in the doorway. He looked at him as he closed the book with a snap. "He's ready, then?" He asked as Goyle nodded. "Perfect." Lucius said as he opened a drawer in his desk, removing a leather collar with a metal ring on it. He rose and walked past the tall man, heading for the dungeon once more. He entered the room to find Crabbe working on George's erect cock as he writhed, crying out in pleasure. The blonde man approached him, fingering the leather in his hands. "Enjoying yourself, young Master Weasley?" The words flowed form his mouth like water, silky and fluid as he grabbed George by the hair and lifted his head to look him in the eye. "Look at me!" He growled as he tugged at the boy's hair again. "Oh yes." The man said as George looked at him with tears in his eyes. "I'm mosy definately going to enjoy this." As he spoke, he fastened the collar around George's neck, then tied the length of rope through the metal ring. He threw the rope over his back, all while Crabbe continued to torture the boy with pleasure. He motioned for Crabbe to back away, as he unclasped his robe and let it fall to the floor, then moved between George's legs. He ran a hand down his back then smacked his ass hard, smirking as the boy winced and cried out for more.... George whimpered as the man teased the head of his cock. Crabe had two fingers in his opening and was gently massaging his balls when Lucius arrived. The red head moaned passionately as Lucius walked over to him, a strangled cry leaving his throat as the blonde pulled his head up by his hair. He opened his eyes obediently and looked at him, the sobs shaking his body as the collar was placed around his neck. His hard cock throbbed,  begging for climax as he felt the rope hit his back. George closed his eyes, whining as Crabbe pulled back from him, leaving his erection crying for attention. He felt Lucius move behind him and yelped when he felt the man's hand come in contact with his bare ass. The pain instantly turned to pleasure and he begged for more, feeling the tingle in his flesh where the hand had left a red mark. His mind raced as he thought of things to say, ways to get the men to continue touching him. All this pleasure was driving him insane and he bucked his hips as Lucius' hand grazed his throbbing cock. George couldn't believe this was happening to him. The worst torture anyone could ever endure, sexual torture. He bit down on his lip as the hand came in contact with his bare ass once more, begging for Lucius to do it again. He faintly heard a threat about being gagged and tried to quiet himself, but the moans passed through his lips anyway. Goyle moved to him, shoving something in his mouth so his sounds were muffled. More tears came, silent muffled tears. He felt hands on his legs, snaking up his thighs, then resting on his hips. His eyes grew wide as he felt himself being pulled back, crying out as Lucius' large cocked penetrated his unlubricated opening. The pain seared through him as he blacked out once more.... The blonde had a satisfied smirk on his face as he listened to the cries of ecstasy. "Now, now George. Keep that up and I'll have to gag you." His voice was harsh, cold. As the boy moaned and whimpered again, he nodded to Goyle who then shoved a dirty rag into his mouth. He laughed as the boy chocked on the fabric in his mouth, getting more aroused. He let his hands rub up the boy's legs, smacking his ass repeatedly and biting his own lip hard as his cock grew inside his pants. Oh fuck, just the thought of George in pain turned him on. But to witness it, be the one causing it. Oh, it was almost too much. He let his clothes fall from him, then grabbed George's hips firmly and pulled him back. He had an almost peaceful look on his face as his hard cock slid into the boy's ass. He pulled out then slammed back in, deep and hard. The movement continued, hard, long, deep thrusts, pulling the boy to him with one hand as the other reached for the rope and wrapped it around his wrist. He yanked back on the rope when he thrusted, hearing yet another muffled cry come from George who had apprently blacked out, but was jolted awake by the yank. He had a triumphant look on his face as the red head sobbed. Surely this pain wasn't causing him pleasure. Oh no, the pleasure had already been dealt out. It was obvious George had gotten the short end of that stick. Lucius groaned, his own climax building within him as he continued to pound the red head in the ass. He knew once he climaxed, one of the others would take over for him. He wouldn't need much rest. After all, that was one of the things his wife loved about him. His recovery time was short. The smirk had faded and was replaced by an almost blank look of ecstasy. He thrusted a few more times, delighted that he was yet again causing the boy extreme pain. He released deep within George, moaning low. Lucius pulled out of him, moving and letting the next eager man step between his legs, ready to have their way with him.... George was pulled into conciousness when Lucius yanked on the rope which was fastened to the collar around his neck. He cried out, remembering he was gagged. He attempted to struggle as he felt the blonde nearing his peak. Oh god, the pain was searing through his body. It was as if there were a hot poker up his ass instead of Lucius' cock. He had briefly felt pleasure, but the hardness in his groin was painful, without release. He felt he would black out again, only shaken from the thought when Lucius began to thrust into him deeper and harder. The tears streamed from his eyes, down his bloody and beaten face, as sobs fell from his lips. His mind wandered to Severus, attempting to mentally get as far away from the pain as possible. George felt Lucius release then move from in between his legs. He momentarily let his muscles relax. His body slacked, but tensed once more as he felt hands on his legs and ass. They were rougher than Lucius, bigger. His sigh of relief had obviously been in vain as he felt a cock probing his opening. He cried out as the larger cock slid into him. His eyes widened and he attempted another struggle, once more realizing that he wasn't going anywhere. He experienced a slight amount of pleasure, despite the largness of the new cock. This pleasure was due to the fact that Lucius' seed had lubricated him somewhat. He moaned, his eyes closing, but Lucius must have noticed this because the pleasure soon turned into pain as the man behind him began to thrust rougher, harder, and deeper than the blonde had. If it weren't for the cock ring, and the second man sliding his tongue up and down George's swollen shaft, he would have been limp. He tried to imagine Severus once more, but the unfortunate pain in his ass prevented him from even thinking of the gentle touch of his lover.... Lucius watched as Crabbe moved in between Georges legs. He smirked, knowing the man had performed an engorgement charm on his cock. He laughed as he heard the cries come from George, but the laughs soon turned to sneers as the cries turned into moans. Getting increasingly annoyed, he motioned for Crabbe to become rougher. Goyle decided to take matters into his own hands and move below George before looking to Lucius for approval. The blonde man nodded and he began to work on George's aching erection. He swirled his tongue around the head of the red head's cock, gently fondling his balls. All three men heard a strangled cry, a mix between pleasure and pain, catch in the back of George's throat as the two men continued their assault on him. Lucius walked back to him, pulling his head back by his hair once more and forcing George to look at him. "Are you enjoying this, boy?" His voice was cold, calculated. He had bigger plans for George, much bigger. He reached down when George didn't make any noise, pinching the clamp over one of his nipples tighter. "You'd be better off answering me, George." He sneered as the boy nodded, trying to suppress tears. He moved the hand holding George by the hair to rip the rag from his mouth, laughing as the boy gagged, then winced as his head was yanked back by his hair again. "Tell me you like it. That you enjoy it. Tell me!" His other hand pinched the clamp even tighter as the boy cried out, the smirk resettling on his lips. "Do you like all of us fucking you? Hmm?" He laughed as George nodded. "I suppose that makes you the whore then, doesn't it?" Feeling power as the boy writhed under his hands "You're the whore." He took his hand off the clamp and moved it to his cock, holding it up to George's mouth. "Suck my cock like the whore you are." He said as he pulled the boy's head back and shoved his swollen member into his waiting mouth.... The fear within him grew as the blonde walked toward him, yanking his hair. His cries were not unnoticed, but relished. Of all the pain he had ever felt, this was the worst. He choked as the rag was ripped from his mouth, nodding. As Lucius clamped down on his nipple he screamed, wanting this all to end. He heard Lucius asking more questions and thought it best to answer. "Yes, I like it." Which wasn't entirely untrue. Up until the searing pain, he had been enjoying it. But the constant discomfort made it hard to enjoy. As he heard the man call him a whore he thought of protesting, then realized he was one for liking what they were doing to him. "Yes, I'm the whore." He declared, his voice full of both pleasure and pain. The two other men were continuously working on his ass and cock as Lucius clamped down on his nipples amd pulled at his hair. George whimpered as the blonde man reached for his hard cock and held it in front of his face expectantly. The red head obediently did as he was told and began to suck the man's cock. He looked up at him as his tongue worked around the erection, swirling and licking. By the noises that were coming from the man before him, he assumed he was doing a good job. Lucius tightened his grip on George's hair, pulling hard. His hand came away from the boys head with a tuft of fiery red strands between his fingers. George yelped in pain, his teeth scraping against Lucius' cock. He winced and tried to pull away when he felt something heavy hit the back of his head. He saw stars and heard the blonde growl right before he blacked out, leaving the three men to have their complete way with him, free of complaint.... Lucius was enjoying the oral pleasure more than he ever had before. He glanced down and saw George's gorgeous lips wrapped around his hardened cock. The sight of the red head sucking him off was almost too much to bear. The hand on the back of George's head pulled from him, taking hair with it. The blonde let out a gasp of pleasure as he caused the boy pain, but his joy soon turned to anger when the boy bit down on his erection. This caused him to hit him on the back of the head as hard as he possibly could. The smirk returned to his lips as George passed out, looking down at Crabbe and Goyle he motioning for them to continue. Crabbe yanked back on the rope as he thrusted into George again, the boy's rectum tearing as the engorged cock continued it's assault. Goyle kept up his fondling and teasing while Crabbe moaned and groaned between George's spread legs. Lucius smirked and replaced his hold on the back of the boy's head with one hand and while the other still held his hard cock. George's jaw was slack as the blonde thrusted into his waiting mouth, his other hand moving to the back of his head as well. His hips began to thrust forward, shoving his cock deeper into George's mouth and to the back of his throat, which would have made him choke if he were concious. He continued to fuck his face as Crabbe got closer to climaxing. The burly man began to thrust deeper, harder, and faster as he reached his peak, then spilled his seed deep within George's bloody, torn ass. Lucius watched the man release and reached his peak as well, pumping his seed into the back of the unconcious boy's throat. The blonde pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and looked at the two men. "Goyle, go to the cabinet and get the whip. Crabbe, go to the fire and get the hot poker." He stood watching the passed out boy, cum dripping both out of his mouth and ass, as the men returned with the specified items. He took the whip and motioned for Crabbe to hand Goyle the poker. The man then proceeded to walk to George and burn the skin on his back. Lucius laughed maniacally as he cracked the whip on George's bare ass, reveling in the boy's anguished cries of pain.... Georg awoke as the hot poker came in contact with his skin. He cried out in pain and the next thing he knew, the cool, smooth leather of the whip had left a gash on his ass. He could just barely feel the blood trickling down his ass crack as he yelped. He closed his eyes tight, again wishing that this was all a bad dream and he would wake up, but his hopes were in vain as he felt the poker and whip crack against his skin repeatedly. George knew better than to beg, it would just drive the men to beat him harder. He let his head fall as tears fell from his eyes and hit the stone floor. With each crack of the whip and jab of the hot poker, he sobbed harder. He could faintly hear the men laughing over his cries, knowing they were enjoying every last minute of his torture. George heard the third man move closer to him and could feel his body heat on his face. Crabbe then proceeded to punch him in the head. George managed to lift his head slightly, and soon realized that had been a mistake. The man grabbed him by the hair and began to use his face as a punching bag. The red head heard the crack of his nose breaking and the blood flowing from it as he cried out in pain. Every time he cried out, Lucius whipped him harder. He was sure he had burn marks on his back, which would be horribly scarred, if he ever made it through this alive. George began to wonder if Severus even knew he was missing. His tears of pain became violent when the thoughts of Severus were added to his anguish. The boy couldn't understand why his lover wasn't looking for him. His body slacked and he gave up all fight he had left in him, the thought of Sev not even worried about him caused him to beg for death. The men must have noticed him give up, because they continued to beat him bloody with a renewed sense of power. He closed his eyes and cried silently. Never before had he wanted his life to end this badly.... Lucius loved the way George cried out in pain, it almost got him aroused again. His eyes were filled with hatred as he continued to brutally whip the boy without abandon. He smirked over to Goyle who was still working on George's back with the hot poker. The blonde looked to Crabbe, who was already moving toward George. He nodded, as if to say 'Have your way." The man had a sinister grin on his face as he began to pummel the boy. All three men laughed maniacally as the boy's cries filled the room and his blood pooled on the floor. When his body slacked, they beat him harder, until they were all sweaty and out of breath. "Unchain him and leave him some food. If he's going to die, I would rather him not be chained." He said softly but with purpose. He watched as they unhooked the chains and he hit the floor with a crack. Obviously bones had broken. He snorted as George grunted. Crabbe and Goyle left him a minimal amount of food, just out of reach, then the three of them walked toward the stone staircase which led into the main house. The two men went first and Lucius followed, pausing at the foot of the stair and turning to address George. "That's what happens when you call Virginia a whore. You become one, then you get beaten." He snickered slightly, knowing the boy was listening despite his lifelessness. A smirk spread across his lips. "Good thing Severus told me what you like sexually. I never could have pulled this off without his 'help'." The smirk growing wider. "He's always been a great 'help' to me." He laughed again as he climbed the stairs, pausing once more at the top to listen to George cry. A genuine smile formed on his lips as he relized he had not just broken George's will, spirit, and bones. He had also broken his heart. He snickered again as he walked to his bedchamber to bathe. As the warm water ran over his body, he continued to laugh, having no idea someone would be on their way to the Manor to question him about George's whereabouts within the next few days.... He felt bones break as his body hit the cold, stone floor. The food was just out of his reach and he would have to move, which would cause immense pain, if he wished to eat. He watched the men walk toward the staircase through bloody vision, blinking back tears. His head fell onto his arm as Lucius turned and spoke to him. He whimpered under his breath as the blonde called him a whore. The comment about Severus made a choked cry catch in the back of his throat. The snickering from the man who had just brutally raped and beaten him wasn't helping either. As Lucius disappeared up the staircase he began to openly cry, not caring if the man heard him. After he heard the door click shut, he struggled to roll onto his back, wincing as his broken bones rubbed agaisnt his torn flesh. He closed his eyes and realized the cock ring was still at the base of his hard cock, but he was too tired and in too much pain to try and remove it. George continued to sob, slowly blacking out from the pain and loss of blood. His ass burned, his his back stung, his broken bones hurt so bad he could hardly breathe, and on top of it all, he felt like his heart had been torn from his chest and ripped in two. "Why?" He whispered to himself. "Why doesn't he love me?" He felt as though the poker had pierced his chest and left a gaping hole where his heart should be. "Why Severus? Why won't you love me?" As far as he was concerned, his life was over if he couldn't have Severus Snape. "Please, jsut let me die. Let me die." His head fell to the side and his eyes closed once more, repeating over and over again "Let me die" as he began to black out. He also had no clue that someone was indeed worried and looking for him.... To Be Continued.... Side note : I don't know how long it will be before I write the second part, and I know it just kind of....ends. But I had to finish it because there's another key person that I didn't want to enter the picture just yet... 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