Still reeling from the treatment, Sirius was barely even aware of what was going on. With the adrenaline of the near-escape wearing off, other things caught up to him. The lack of sleep, drink, food, continued abuse and, ultimately, fear. It was hard to stay conscious, but he forced himself, looking up to watch the others as he tried to push the gag out of his mouth.

"I've used it... I think it must be thirty times by now. He tries to play tough with it, always have to wait a bit before he starts screaming." Warwick chuckled and shook his head. "I don't duel bloodtraitors. And by the looks of you, you're, what, a mudblood? Normally wouldn't even touch you, so you should feel honored."

A whipping motion with the wand and a hissed spell and there was a slash across Remus's torso, tearing up his shirt and skin.

"I said you should tell me what we did to him. Not give me your poor attempts at wit. I want you to do nothing but describe the ways in which we hurt your friend."