01. Porker (or The Losing Side)105wds
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The world had ended and a pig was spinning 'round the end of his cock to a chorus of hellish screams and the pained heat of icy cold dungeon walls. The burn of hot metal on flesh. Lashes across red soaked back. Or whatever else was deemed worthy for their just desserts.
"No magic," Vernon Dursley spluttered. His pudgy face gelled tight like stiffening pudding, all pasty and wettish and unhealthily flushed at the same time. His watery eyes scrunched closed as Snape raked claw-like fingers across one sagging roll of flesh, then another.
No, Snape thought, there was nothing magical about this at all.