Prepared for the pain as he was, Remus could hardly stop his body'snatural reactions. He had writhed and jerked in his chains, biting his tongue at one point until the taste of blood had filled his mouth. It was agony. Different,but not entirely worse than the kind he knew intimately.

By the time it had ended he had fallen limp again, heart pounding and breathing in through his nose sharp, heavy and desperate, as if he were suffocating. He could have caught his breath more easily with his mouth open, but the moment Warwick turned to Sirius he spat a mouthfull of blood at the Death Eater, his limbs still shaking from the after effects of the curse.

"There is not any conversation I could have with you I would define as nice."But he should have kept his mouth shut, because already his voice was ragged and stiff. He could not remember if he had screamed, but he guessed he must have.