All Our Broken Pieces

Chapter 18

Quick TW; torture and violence.

*Nora's Pov*

My whole body was numb, from fear and everything began happening in slow motion.

My heart pounded agains my ribs and I swallowed, accepting what had to happen.

I looked to Mattheo, searching for any kind of emotion, any sign that he didn't want to do it, and I was returned with nothing.

His face solemn, turned to me with no expression, no sign of any feeling.

Tears pricked my eyes and I prepared myself  for the pain that I know was to come.  Even worse for it to be done by Mattheo.

My Mattheo.

At least I'd finally know what Alex had to go through I guess.

My knees buckled beneath me as I began to break down, accepting my fate.

I scanned the room, looking at all the faces of these horrible people, how bad I felt that Draco and Mattheo were forced to work with them.

The first tear fell and I looked up to Mattheo,

"Do it." I whispered.

"I'm sorry." he said, finally looking.

Crucio.

I squeezed my eyes, trying to ignore the burning pain running through me, the laughter around the room
muffled.

"Again, Again'" someone screeched.

Voldemort laughed, "Do as they say my son."

"Crucio." I heard his voice crack and opened my eyes, he was looking up at the ceiling like he couldn't bare to watch what he was doing to me.

The pain grew and finally became too much, I let myself fall backwards and screamed.

"Stop it please." I whimpered desperately.

"Please." I begged.

"You can stop now Mattheo." Said Voldemort.

Instantly the pain was gone, I lay there on the freezing floor. Fear warped through me and I refused to move, letting the hot tears slide down my temples.

I stifled my sobs as the laugher died down and the room fell silent.

Someone grabbed me by my wrists and dragged me across the floor, I was put on a chair, my legs and arms tied up.

I let my neck go limp and my head fell downwards as I sniffled.

The dark lord grabbed my face and lifted it so I was looking at him.

"Have you had enough time to reconsider, or do I need to do some more convincing?"

"I will never join you." I spat.

His smile faded and his grip on my cheek grew merciless.

"Oh Bellatrix,"

An unclean woman stepped forward, she had grotty teeth and holes in her clothes, her hair was unkept.

"I might need you to do something for me."

"Thank you my lord."

"But." her smile faltered, "you're going to have some help from Draco and Mattheo."

My chest felt heavy as I watched them step forward, the pair refused to look up from their feet and my face was let go as Voldemort stepped back from my chair.