Binded to the Devil

The talk of doom

Mattheo

''Get in here slave.'' It was all that I yelled before she walked in, she looked exausted, I am pretty sure she did not sleep at all. Rebecca bowed and wished me good morning as if last night never happened, even more, as if all the torture she endured has never happened. It pisses me off so much that she is so flat as a person, doesn't smile, doesn't cry, doesn't get angry, so flat as if nothing is behind her eyes, those green eyes, almost glowing at moments, always so fearful yet thirsty for blood. If she was the daughter of well known Bellatrix Lestrange, no one would doubt it, killer eyes both of them.

''Sit over there.'' I ordered her to sit on my bed and she looked at me to double check if I was sure. Such a scared slave, how is she sepouse to be the one to keep me safe? I sat beside her and grabbed her neck just to look at the reaction in her eyes, no change, almost dead looking. Without thinking I removed her mask, I had to know what my father let her hide, I will know the secrets behind her unnatural abilities and everything she thinks she can hide from me. One way or another she will tell me the truth. She did not react after I removed her mask, was it all just a trick?

''Strip everything now.'' I commanded and she obeyed, all her clothes were gone as I walked around her. She hid the lightning scars on her neck from my eyes. One spell is going to show me everything she is hiding.

''Remove the covering spell, you are so covered in it that you even smell of it.'' Se obeyed and i took a step back. I swear I could not believe my eyes, I was staring at her back and there were scars going over old scars, some were so deep, some looked like they were from her skin ripping apart. Compared to all the deep scars on her back, the ones I gave her seem light and almost invisible. I saw two paralel scars going down her back and tried to touch them but she moved a step away from me. There is no way on this planet that she can read minds, or is she this intune with everything around her? 

I had to see it all so I walked around her and stop infront of her. She had so many scars on her thighs and her chest as if someone whipped her for fun. Someone probably did, seeing this pisses me of so much that I could kill someone. I checked her up and down and I noticed something on her ribs, a tattoo of 3 hearts.

''I did not know you had a tattoo. What does it mean?'' I wondered calmly but she did not reply. I used my wand to push her chin up and at that moment I saw something I had never seen, she shook her head NO while there were tears staining her face, her eyes still with the same expression. She can cry? That is a first, but why does she not respond? ''Stupid slave anwser me.'' Were my words as I slammed her into the stone wall by her neck. She did not flinch from the pain, but she did cover her mouth and spoke.

R.: ''Master, it is not a tattoo but it does have a meaning, which I must not tell you.''

M.: ''Fine, then let's start with easier questions. where did you get those identical paralel scars on your back?''

R.: ''I was born with them master, same goes for what I hide with my mask, my eyes and my hair. All of the things you hate on me the most are things I was born with.''

M.: ''Okey, tell me about your eyes, why are they so dead even when you cry?''

R.: ''Master as you know, your father took me from my clan, believing that I was eider a witch or a muggle. I am neider, well half wizard, but my mother was like me, making me also half of something else and so I have her eyes.''

M.: ''And what exactly is that something else?''

R.: ''Master, walls have ears and I can not say. I iwll tell you one day.''

M.: ''Okey, whatever. What was the deal yeasturday tho. The situation wit Blaise? You had a tear in your eye''

R.: ''Master I fear that I was too slow coming to protect you and if anything would have happened to you, I would give my life to you.