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To gain a master

Thea heard Snape come to stand near the table, his robes shifting and whispering against each other.
'De-robe.' Voldemort's voice was neutral and demanding, and the fact that he seemed not to be taking pleasure out of this escapade terrified Thea even more.

She heard Snape shrug out of his robes, felt him climb onto the table to hold himself over her, his lower body forced between her legs. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she knew her mouth was held slightly open in her panic. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

Please no. No. She couldn't stop herself from thinking, knowing that Snape could hear her every thought. She knew he could feel her fear, her panic, and yes, her disgust. That he was privy to all the thoughts that rushed through her brain. She was laid bare to him in more ways then one, and the humiliation and terror she felt threatened to consume her sanity.
Don't, Snape's dark voice snaked inside her head, and Thea lashed out at him mentally, making it abundantly clear what she felt right at this moment. She thought she heard a little gasp from him, but then the people around her moved closer and began chanting.

'Take her, take her!' They intoned, some voices neutral, others dripping with lust and greed. Somewhere within this crescendo of voices Voldemort's own rang out, 'Yes Severus, take her here before us.'

Thea's eyes snapped open, taking in the cloaked Death Eaters crowded round the table. Her eyes travelled to each individual, pausing when they caught Lucius' own hooded gaze. She could not read his expression, but he was not chanting and this warmed the tiniest part of her soul, though she knew his reluctance was born more out of selfishness then any real feeling for her.

She felt Snape begin to collect his thoughts, and the strength with which he organised his thoughts actually made her dizzy. The drugs still sat heavily in her body, yet she could feel the heat of him against her, his breath on her face, and the lascivious glare from those surrounding them.

Hearing Snape prepare himself, how he kept telling himself to focus on her body and the act, not the girl herself, Thea realised that he had been in this situation before. She didn't know whether she felt reproachful, disgusted or full of pity for this man so familiar, who held himself above her on strong arms ivory white and snaked in pale blue veins.

I wish I could cast some charm for you. Snape directed at Thea, and she would have nodded if she wasn't frozen with a combination of fear and drugs. She knew that he meant a charm that might make her wet and willing, not dry, tight and terrified.
Thank you. She thought briefly, and felt as Snape drew his thoughts away from her slightly. She marvelled at how he could accomplish this, and was about to direct her thoughts at him, but then the crowd roared louder and Snape thrust himself into her.

Thea threw her head back and tried not to scream. The pain was unbearable; raw and grating. So dry was she that she could feel he was struggling to fill her fully.

The crowd of Death Eaters cheered and Thea hated them with a passion she had never felt before. Again and again Snape thrust into her, until the agony was so great that she could no longer collect her thoughts. She bit on her lower lip until blood welled up and spilled metallic on her tongue.

Her body bucked under him, trying to get away, but the flat of table and the ties held her firmly in place. At one point she gasped slightly, and the crowd cheered again, hands reaching out to touch her. Some snaked up and down her arms and legs, other pushed between the pair to pull her nightgown up and rub across her stomach and breasts.

She opened her eyes and met Snape's black ones. As soon as their gaze was looked as if he could not bear to look at her, then he lowered his body over her, so that her breasts were pressed against his bare chest, and his head was at the side of her own.

Now Thea had only the ceiling to stare at; that and the shadowed faces of those around her. Her hatred for them all burned, and she couldn't help but think how she felt like a whore. Snape was using her body, and she was left with the ceiling as her only companion.

Maybe through the yelling of the crowd and the tumult of Thea's own voice, Snape heard her, for he lifted himself once more so that he was held above her. His gaze went over her head however, and Thea closed her eyes in agony as he thrust harder into her.

It took all her power not to whimper as he slammed his hips against her ferociously, the length and width of him stretching her open. He was larger then Lucius, wider, and the pain was starting to undo Thea.

Snape was coming undone himself, yet in an entirely different way. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and Thea watched as some drops dripped onto her face. His hair swung with each thrust, and she was so close to him that she could see the stubble on his chin.

There was a moment within the pain and anger that she reached somewhere deep inside Snape and felt something akin to misery. It was the briefest of contact and realisation, but in those few seconds Thea felt for the man who was at this minute raping her. She wanted to reach out and touch the skin of his arms, make some kind of contact to let him know that although her mind was screaming for him to stop, part of her knew he wasn't responsible.

And then just as Thea made this contact it was pulled away from her, and she could hear Snape clearly in her head.
Yes, yes. Oh Merlin, yes. She heard these hateful words from him as he came within her, his semen hot and gushing. It was at that moment that she hated him as much as she hated those around her.

When he finally climbed off her, hands swarmed over her body, and Thea closed her eyes and turned her face away from it all. There was no need to even try and hide her thoughts from Snape anymore, as she was truly dead inside, and so shocked that she slipped away into hazy unconsciousness, even as she felt the ties being pulled away from her wrists.
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