Harry thought he was used to the pain by now. His leg was cut, his eye was likely gone, and his scar hadn’t stopped pulsing ever since he’d arrived here. But now, someone had taken microscopic hot brands and placed them on every single nerve ending in his body. His body was on fire as invisible tendrils of lightning danced along his body, stabbing into him over and over again. He was certain that his scar was splitting his skull in two. Harry screamed like he’d never screamed before and he was barely aware that he’d been freed from his binding spell as he collapsed to the ground. His body jerked uncontrollably, kicking up dirt as his limbs lashed out in all directions. Still Harry screamed until finally the torment stopped. Harry’s body continued twitching from the aftershocks of the Torture Curse, his muscles spasming like he had been electrocuted.