Important Note: This chapter contains r-18 scenes of torture and mentions of rape, if you are sensitive to these types of topics, I recommend you do not read it. Sincerely - Prince.
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"Let's begin with a simple question." Asterion held Verucca's face with both gloved hands and looked directly into her eyes. "Who is the leader of your organization?"
There was a strange gentleness in his voice, open to the cruel and sadistic nature of the situation they both found themselves in.
Looking into his red eyes, Verucca grinned, bared her teeth and spat in his face with a look of nothing but disgust and loathing.
"You noble pig, even if you kill me, I won't say anything." She spoke, her voice full of joy at the sight of Asterion's inexpressive face.
The spit that had been blocked by Baskerville's barrier fell to the ground and Asterion's lips curled into an amused smile. It was the first time he had seen this woman react like that, especially considering her noble status.
"That's right, show me your tenacious spirit and your determination, otherwise this would be very boring and we'd be finished very quickly." He spoke in a soft tone as he stepped back slightly.
Not caring about the cold look he received from the woman, Asterion continued. "You can't know this, but we are a noble house very focused on anatomy, I dare say we are the best wizards on the planet who know the anatomy of all races best."
"My ancestors and I were so focused on creating gods that we simply studied what could be studied. We know more about the human body than Muggle science itself." From Asterion's shadow, a case appeared on the old wooden table. When the case was opened, silver medical tools seemed to glow with a cold, sharp light.
"I think you already know what's about to happen." Asterion deftly picked up a scalpel and saw his reflection in the small silver blade.
Verucca gave Asterion a cold, arrogant look and spat again, this time on the floor.
Asterion was indifferent to the woman's actions, he wanted information and to vent his anger, which was an unfortunate opportunity for Verucca, but as fate once said.
Fate doesn't care who you are, and it can be very cruel when it wants to be.
"Honestly, Veritaserum could be useful and I have a few vials, but where's the fun in that?" He twirled the scalpel between his fingers with a dexterity that would put an experienced doctor to shame.
Asterion approached and forced Verucca's legs apart, lifting her dress under the woman's shocked eyes. "The human body has many sensitive areas, an experienced tattooist knows which areas hurt more and which hurt less." Asterion said, ignoring the sight of Verucca's underwear. "Consequently, the inner thigh is one of the few pains that can make someone scream like a pig being slaughtered."
Asterion smiled and, with almost no hesitation, gently slid the scalpel along the inside of her thigh. He could feel her shudder at the cold touch of the blade. Asterion applied a little force and the extremely sharp scalpel sank into the soft flesh, opening it without any difficulty.
"Argh." A painful groan escaped Verucca's lips as she shuddered at the pain between her legs and looked fearfully at Asterion, who smiled gently at her. In her eyes, he was no different than a demon.
"Who is the leader of your organization and which noble houses are involved in your little conspiracy?" Asterion stopped moving and asked, looking directly into the woman's eyes.
Verucca didn't answer and raised her head proudly. "We are historians, explorers, archaeologists and scholars, we only want the truth."
"Wrong answer." Asterion spoke calmly and began to move the scalpel again, sinking cruelly into the woman's flesh. There was already a small pool of blood on the chair, obviously he had cut an artery and a major one at that.
Verucca fought the pain as she bit her lip, trying to stifle the screams that threatened to escape her lips.
Asterion stopped, allowing her body to relax, only for him to move again, causing her body to struggle violently once more.
"I'm not only going to torture you physically, I'm going to torture you mentally. I'm going to make you waver between sheer terror and the faint hope that it's all finally over." Asterion said gently. "Believe me, you will persevere, for our brains are programmed to persevere under the worst possible conditions. Even the slightest hope will make you endure just to survive."
Verucca lifted her head wearily and smiled. "Do your best, you noble pig."
Before continuing, Asterion asked in a calm tone. "I'm curious, why do you hate nobles, you're obviously one, or at least you married an English noble."
"Married?" Verucca practically spat venom when she said those words. "I was sold by my father to an eighty year old pig when I hadn't even started bleeding, I was an eleven year old girl!!!"
"Raped and beaten day and night just so my bloody father could open a bar in Diagon Alley. My father didn't care about me, I was offered as a toy to every man who visited that cursed mansion..." Verucca screamed as she struggled even harder than when she was being tortured by Asterion.
Hearing her words, Asterion's eyes didn't change, that was what was underneath, when all the glamour and glitter of the magical world disappeared.
Verucca was not the only one to suffer this tragic fate, and she certainly would not be the last; the world was, in its purest essence, greed and more greed.
Did Asterion pity her? The answer was yes, he felt sorry for her, no woman deserved to go through the hell she did. But in the end that was all it was, pity, there was no other feeling involved, especially when Verucca wanted to manipulate him into colliding with Dumbledore at the behest of that organization.
An organization that was against him and threatened the safety of everyone he cared about.
"I see." Asterion spoke, his voice calm as he looked at the hysterical woman before him. "Because of your past, I will give you the chance to tell, and I will end your life without you feeling any pain or even knowing you're dead."
Verucca replied, spitting again on the ground where Asterion had stepped. Her answer was more than clear at that moment. "Take your pity and mercy and shove it up your ass, you noble pig." She spoke in an arrogant tone full of contempt for Asterion.
Asterion looked at Verucca and his eyes grew cold. "I gave you a chance, but you refused, so if you want to blame me for what I'm going to do to you in the next few hours, blame your arrogance."
Asterion spoke soothingly, taking a pair of pliers from the case on the table and approaching Verucca.
He looked at Verucca's immaculately manicured nails and pulled with the pliers, separating the nail from the finger and exposing small pieces of flesh and blood.
"ARGGGGGGHHHHH!!!"
Verucca couldn't stand the pain and let out a loud, agonizing scream as she struggled in the chair. After a while she stopped, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She raised her exhausted face and whispered. "It's going to take a lot more than that to make me talk, you noble pig."
"Don't worry, we're just getting started, when you're about to die I'll use a phoenix tear to heal your wounds and continue the process." Asterion spoke calmly as he took out a vial containing a few transparent drops.
Verucca's face turned pale as she heard his words, she already knew that Dumbledore had allowed her to be tortured when she saw those phoenix tears.
Suddenly, Verucca looked at Asterion and spoke with a wicked smile on her lips. "Do you know why we infiltrated Hogwarts?"
Asterion remained silent, waiting for her next words, and he had to say that her words really surprised him.
"Dumbledore knows where the inheritance of the magical goddess Hecate is, the one who married the rebellion at the end of the 1800's, the student who killed the Goblin King gave the inheritance to the Headmaster of Hogwarts, who would pass it on to every Headmaster who took the position."
Verucca spoke with a voice full of temptation. She couldn't believe that Asterion wouldn't be tempted to get the legendary inheritance given by a wizard god. And to get the inheritance, Asterion would have to fight Dumbledore.
When the battle took place, she would use the remnants of the Goblin King's ancient magic to kill them both!
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