The you I never knew I needed

Chapter 10

Warm blood trickled down his forehead, the coppery smell being the first thing he noticed after regaining consciousness again.

"What the hell.." He groaned, staring at the space in front of him through half lidded eyes.

The sound of heels clacking against the stone floor carried from across the room.

"Ahh, you're awake." Dalia's tone gave off an eager edge that made Callum feel quite uneasy.

Memories from the prior night come flooding back and he snapped, lurching forward. His quick rise of action was just as quickly met with ropes. With the wave of her wand Dalia restrained him.

"Dalia what have you done with her?" He growled, struggling against his restraints.

"Nothing." She giggled. "Yet."

"Pathetic bitch I'll tear out your spine if you so much as lay a finger on her!" He lunged forward again, desperate to be free of the ropes.

"Petrificus Totalus."

With those two words and slight movement from her wand, his body except for his mouth went still.

"Now, tell me where the wand is and we can get this over with." She whispered, dragging her wand down his neck.

"I'll... die, before ever telling you." He choked out.

"You traitor!" She screamed, striking him across the face.

He shut his eyes, no longer wanting to meet the malicious look in his sisters eyes.

She grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back and pulled out a thin dagger. The dagger dragged across his throat, gliding across his skin.

"All I'd have to do it apply just a bit more pressure and I could easily slit your throat. Give me what I want or I will!"

He huffed out a broken laugh, along with three words.
"Not bloody likely."

She took a deep breathe going still, before something in her snapped and she started laughing.

"Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!"

Her fingers wrapped tightly around the daggers handle as she continued screaming the same blasted word over and over again.

A small groan escaped his lips as she buried the tip of her dagger into his back. She tore through the fabric of his shirt, ripping it open and leaving the skin on his back exposed. Blood trickles down as she drags the dagger, carving seven letters into his skin. With each letter came a new painful searing sensation ripping across his body.

T..

R..

A..

I..

T..

O..

R..

His jaw clenched and his eyes squeeze shut as his breathing heavies.

"If father could see you now he'd kill you without a second thought." She laughed as if his pained state was comical. "You should be thanking me for sparing your life."

Tears involuntarily escaped his eyes, trailing down his cheeks and mixing with the blood smeared across his face.

"I'm going to make sure you never forget of your treachery." She hissed, lifting the dagger off his skin as she finished the last letter.

Blood trailed down his back, seeping into the torn fabric.

She lifted the body bind curse and Callum felt his body sink against the ropes. Though he knew the daggers were no longer carving into him, the agonizing sensation lingered.