Twisted Affection [Draco. Malfoy fanfic]

Chapter 4

My heart is beating out of my chest, and my hands are sweaty and shaking. I wasn't ready to reunite with my father anytime soon, or ever.

Fears and memories from my childhood make their comeback, making it harder for me to breathe. My eyes start watering, making my vision blurry. "Katarina, what a wonderful woman you grew up to be!" My father's raspy, evil voice breaks my screaming thoughts.

This can't be happening; I must do something to prevent it. "Now, get up and sit next to your lord; he has an offer for you," my father blurts out. I silently get up and head to the empty seat next to the dark lord. His eyes are red and scary; they show neither remorse nor mercy.

"Now, Katarina, I have a task for you. Kill an innocent soul and pass it; your reward will be getting the death mark, and if you fail, you die," the dark lord spits out confidently. I feel my heart drop even more than before at his order. "Who do I have to kill?" I ask, my voice trembling.

"Antonio, bring the boy in," the dark lord orders my father. He leaves the room for a split second and comes back in with a boy who looks like he's in his early teens. His eyes are wide and bloodshot, indicating that he's terrified and has been crying for what's about to come to him.

I will be his destruction, his soul-taker, in order to save mine.

I avoid looking at him getting up and reaching for my wand that has been taken from me by the death eater who brought me here. "Do it, Katarina; you have no other choice besides that he's a filthy muggle," my father blurts, venom dripping from each word.

The boy started fighting my father's huge frame, wanting to run from his fate. What a pity. I raise my wand, my loud heartbeat blocking out every sound that's occurring around me: the boy crying, my father yelling at him to stand still, Voldemort laughing at the sight. With a swift move of my wand and an incantation that's nearly impossible to hear from me, the boy's body goes limp in my father's rough hold, and then he drops him to the ground with a thud.

The boy lost his life at my hands.

Today, I lost my innocence.

Today, I killed an innocent.

Today, a part of me died with that boy.

I raise my eyes, looking at my father's face, a skill I never had in me before. I could never face him directly, too scared and worried about what his reaction would be. My father has a smirk displayed on his face, indicating satisfaction with my killing.

"Well done, Katarina, now come here," the dark lord speaks with a loud voice, his hand pulled out for me to hold. I strolled towards him and put my arm in his hand. He feels so cold, freezing like death.

Like the boy who's lying unconscious on the floor because of me.

My face is unmoving, and I feel nothing—no remorse, no pain, no sadness, not even fear of what's about to happen. The dark lord lifts my sweater up to my elbows and orders two death eaters to hold me still in case I move through the process. He picks up his wand and positions it in the middle of my wrist between my veins—veins that I could cut in a swift move with a blade.

He pushes his wand down into my skin so hard that I bleed, and a bright, dark green light erupts from my hand, making me feel dizzy and euphoric. My vision blocks out; I see nothing but bright, dark green light that's almost blinding. The pain is unbearable. I start to shake uncontrollably, my knees giving up on me, and I fall, landing on them with a loud thud. The dark lord orders the two death eaters to pull me up on my feet again, and they do, supporting me with their hold since I feel weaker than ever. I blacked out a few seconds later from the unbearable pain in my body.