Drowning For You - Marauders

Operation Rescue" - Bad Religion.

Aurora POV

Drip...
Drip...
Drip...

It's cold again. Why is it always cold? You'd think with all the power these fuck nuggets have they could at least warm up the place. And fix the damn dripping!

It's so cold I can't even feel my piggies, which is fine, it's better than hurting. I can't remember the last time I didn't hurt.

Defodio!

I can feel my muscles doing something, i don't know what, but I feel them contracting. I can vaguely hear the word being muttered. You know when you were in school and you had a bully, right? And everyday that bully would use the same names to make fun of you and it used to hurt, and then it hurt less...and less...and less.

And then one day it just stopped hurting.

That's how I feel, at least I think it is. After years for hearing the word it's lost its meaning. I lost feeling and it stopped hurting. I'm glad it stopped hurting. I don't like hurting...

"Why aren't you dying yet? Please just DIE!"

There it is again...the buzzing. Like a fly stuck in a fly trap. Those sticky ones that rips of their wings and legs and leaves them screaming while we try to ignore that incessant buzzing. Maybe I'm stuck in a fly trap? Maybe that's why I can't feel anymore because my wings and other limbs were ripped off by the glue and now I'm stuck without a way out.

My wings
I miss my wings.
Of course I don't mean actual wings, don't be daft, but wings that took me away from my troubles and to a safe place.

"Lift her up, bring her to the Dark Lord."

I can feel my limbless body being picked up, i feel like my head is stuffed in a pillow and under water. The world just feels fuzzy, weird...mute

I'm taken through the cell door and stairs, it feels like hundreds of stairs.

" Just leave her, she will die eventually" There's that man's voice again, Carrow I think his name was. He's supposed to be dead, so am I...I guess we're in the same boat then. Odd...

"My Lord, maybe we can let her go, I'll put her in a room for now until..."
BOOM!!

Oh, a new sound. How exciting!

I feel my body being lifted, probably Lucius, the bleached bastard always did have a thing for me, always trying to protect me in his sick way.

" Leave her! We have to protect ourselves! Go to the hideout, NOW! "

Oe, the hideout. That cave system that smells like sweaty balls. Fantastic!

"But, my lord, she's still usefull..."

I can hear chaos around us, I see green and red light clashing and making a vomit colour. Speaking off, I could do with a bit of vomiting right now, all this moving and light has got me a bit dizzy.

"She's not, there's nothing left of her mind in any case, she's been gone for a long time already. They're getting a shell back."
Uhm, excuse me reptile man...I might be basically dead but I STILL HAVE EARS! I just can't move, but if i could you'd be pissing yourself.

I like pretending they can hear me. I pretend the fact they don't respond is because they're scared of me. Little pussies.

Suddenly I hear a crack and I think they left me. The audacity! Use me, drain me, hurt me in unimaginable ways and then drop me like a shit you've been holding in for ages. Dang! I thought I was irreplaceable.
Heehee, I crack myself up sometimes.