Prometheus

Prisoner

"Are you alright?" Asked the prisoner, a look of concern on her face as she shoved bread and milk on a tray towards her. "You look horrible."

"Thank you," Regulus replied,

"Your majesty, I just mean, you're exquisite. It's just strange to see the Mona Lisa with circles under her eyes is all." Said the prisoner her Scottish accent thick as the day she had arrived, kicking, screaming and burning all who dared to near her.

Regulus said nothing. She never drank the milk. Only ate the bread. She broke it in half and offered it to him.

He brushed away her hand. "And you call me uncivilized."

For a prisoner, she was very civilized. She kept her clothing clean as she could with the bucket of water she had been given. Fortunate to have been captured wearing layers.

It was not easy to capture her. She had killed who she had been sent to kill, who they had set up at bait, and three more. Regulus had nearly been one of them.

"Not to your taste?" He asked, looking at the milk.

"I'm lactose intolerant, mate. Should have asked for dietary restrictions before taking me prisoner."

"Yes, and you should have thought twice before lowering yourself to Dumbledore's attack dog." Said Regulus, rolling his eyes.

"Do you want half my bread or not, your majesty?"

"Why would I?"

"So I could eat with someone. Share a meal." Said the prisoner.

"I ask again mudblood,"

"So you could eat with someone, your majesty. Share a meal." Said the prisoner, a smirk tugged at her lips.

Regulus left, walking briskly along the cell-lined corridor of the Black Manor's basement.

The estate was in the countryside. It was Arcturus' by claim, Regulus' by right, and Voldemort's by demand.

And at that moment, that stupid fucking moment, a mudblood had had more ownership of it than any of them combined.

He needn't punish her. Voldemort would do it for him shortly.

She never screamed. Refused to scream. He could tell it hurt her.

He healed her each day so that each strike would punish her anew. So that the interrogation would hurt, at the moment and she would divulge the information.

"Who's that fucker," She started, laying on the ground, tears staining her cheeks immobile, her voice filled with tremors as he approached her.

The others had left. Frustrated with the witch. At least they needn't live with her as Regulus did. He knelt at her side, her head lulled on its side her eyes rose to his, tears void of emotion rolling down her cheeks after the exertion of torture.

Regulus syphoned away the pools of blood.

"That fucker who is stuck on the side of the mountain for stealin' fire- he gets his liver torn from him day in and day out. You know it, your majesty- I'll bet you went through a mythology pha-" She was cut off by a coughing fit, Regulus supported her as she attempted to sit up to ease it.

"Prometheus." Said Regulus, the prisoner smiled and pointed to him.

"Your majesty, fuckin' clutch." She said and then she coughed out a laugh. "Open that curtain for me."

"Why?"

"I knew who Prometheus." She coughed, "was."

"Is. Technically. The myth has no end date." Said Regulus under his breath.