The Life After [f.w/d.m]

Prologue.

The pain hit her like white hot knives, running through her body, her organs, everything she felt, was hot and in agony.

She anticipated this yet each time it seemed to hurt more, her screams bounced of the walls until screaming became soundless to her, even her vocal cords felt like someone had tied them in a knot and ripped them out her throat.

What felt like an age, lasted only 15 minutes, but they crawled by, slower than paint drying under the watchful eyes of an onlooker.

She felt like her brain would surely burst, the blood from where she'd hit her head on the floor pored from her cut and yet she did nothing to stop it.

Breathing took up most of her energy, lifting a arm to try and stop the bleeding would cause more trouble than it's worth.

A cry for help was attempted but barely a whisper made it out and she felt like a thousand tiny needles were pricking her skin.

The silence was eerily deafening, as only moments later the cold, concrete room was filled with the sound of her suffering.

No pain came close to matching it, all she wanted was the fall into an endless, dreamless sleep.

A calloused hand grabbed her arm and rolled her over, barely giving her time to process before she was thrown in a chair, and her hair was used to anchor her head back.

She squinted in the dim light, afraid of what her eyes would see, and yet all she saw was a body pushed forward and a pair of eyes, glowing black eyes.

The colour of an onyx stone, yet if one was to move to fast, they might be mistaken to have flashed red.

"Legilimens."

And the white hot pain returned.