Promise

-L I V E-

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Ro's POV

I was staring down at the floor. I was on my knees, there was blood and dirt smeared down my the front of my pants. The white t-shirt I wore was ripped, covered in streaks of black grime with stripes of blood here and there.
It was so cold, but I was sweating. I was struggling to breathe. My hands were in some kind of metal restraint behind me. It was burning and pinching the skin on my wrists. The cement ground was dirty and there was a puddle a few inches in front of me.
I could hear people whimpering around me, crying softly. I was too afraid to look up. Too afraid of what I might see.
Then I saw her.
I saw her reflection in the puddle.
I immediately jerked my head up and she was kneeling on the floor a few feet from me.
She was crying, whimpering. She was glowing with sweat and she was covered in small gashes that looked like they had been healed too quickly.
Some kind of rope held her hands behind her, her body shook as she sobbed, but she was keeping her voice to a whisper.
Suddenly she looked up, meeting my eyes with hers. They were broken. The light inside them was fading.
She was broken.
"Help...help me..." she whispered.
I immediately fought against whatever what holding me away from her. Screaming as I tried in desperation to save her from whatever was happening.
For whatever reason my eyes glanced behind her, scanning up slowly.
The bottom of the dark flowing cloak was smeared with grey dust, it almost looked like ash. My heart started pummeling against my rib cage like it was trying to break free as I took all of him in slowly. Moving my eyes up until I saw his almost translucent skin at the bottom of his neck. He looked almost amphibian like. As if he belonged hidden in the grotesque bottom of a swamp and should only come up for air before submerging again. He was smiling down at me, enjoying me revel in who he was. His sharp, yellow, decaying teeth revealing themselves like a predator about to devour his prey after hunting it down. But it was his fucking eyes that got to me the most.

There was no humanity in them. They were black holes to the world, siphoning the life out of anything they gazed over. Feeding off of everything pure and good.

No soul. No emotion. No mercy.

Something in him changed when he saw me look at her. It was like he had a nictitating membrane that flashed what almost looked like enjoyment. Excitement. Thrill.

He looked down at her, his expression almost looked like admiration, disgusting, vile, heinous admiration.

"Sectumsempra" he smiled.

"NO PLEASE!" she shrieked, a heartbreaking soul crushing cry.
She fell helplessly to the floor, blood soaking her clothes. She sobbed, her body convulsing in a pool of her own blood.

"No! Please stop- please, please I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you say. Please fucking please stop!" Someone on the side of the room shouted, their pleading interrupted by their hyperventilation as they cried.

I turned to face them. Who else could be in here with us?

He was chained to the wall like I was. His hands constricted behind him in some kind of metal shackle. His white shirt was ripped open, slashes in every direction displayed on his chest. His sleeves were folded up to his elbows. His almost white blonde hair sticking to his forehead covered in sweat. And on his arm, gleaming in the dim light, was his fucking mark. His goddamned branding of satanic bullshit.