Delicate - Mattheo Riddle

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"What's are you waiting for? Grab her!" Lestrange uttered. One of the men grabbed my wrist and disappeared somewhere.

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My head spun like a whirlwind of confusion, overwhelmed by the dizzying colors that flashed through my head. I slowly opened my eyes.

The long hall was adorned with what looked like a gallery of family memories, as framed pictures of relatives lined the walls.  Elegant chandeliers gracefully hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow that illuminated the dark hall.

Suddenly they let go of my wrist. I toppled to the ground and felt the rough rug beneath my palms. The reds and dark blues intertwining in a sort of pattern. I quickly pulled myself up and stood face to face with the tall figure.

He slowly pulled down his grim mask. His hair fell in the same way it did before. He had the same brown eyes. And his the corners of his mouth fell in the same way it used to.

Somehow he looked even more attractive than the last time I saw him.

He had more scars down his neck and he was taller if possible.

He looked at me with guilt. Like he was sorry. Fuck that. I thought.

Suddenly, The large red eyed figure entered the room.

"My lord." Draco's father murmured

"Where's the boy." He stated.

"Well, we couldn't get to h-"

"That was your only JOB LUCIUS."

"Yes, I understand. We got the sister though, My lord." He added.

"And what is she going to do for us?" He turned to Mattheo. "My son. Kill her. Quickly."

I turned to him. I realized how close we were so I took a step back. He didn't move a muscle.

"Boy. Do it. Or I'll kill you both myself."

I stared at him with no emotion. I was not going to show him my fear. Not anymore.

He slowly pulled his wand out of his pocket. The tip pointed at my stomach. But I didn't break eye contact. He hadn't moved a muscle in his face the entire time we were here.

He wouldn't. Would he?

He would. He didn't give a fuck about me. He didn't give a fuck about anyone but himself. I was going to die.

Without any meaning or purpose. Simply because I was in his way.

"Wait!" Theo stepped up. The whole rooms eyes landed on him. "My lord. Uhm we don't know where to look for him. She might know." Voldemorts eyes shot at me.

"Where is he girl." He said with a cold face.

"You really think I would tell you?" I chuckled. "You're more ignorant than I thought Tom."

"Tell us, or you die. It's a simple decision Berkshire." He surveyed the scene with a smirk.

"You can't kill me. If you kill me you will have no notion of where to look for him." His jaw clenched. He knew I was right.

"Crucio." He whispered. I almost immediately fell to my knees.

A chilling scream echoed as my whole body writhed in agony, struck by the searing pain of the curse.

I felt like I was being stabbed. A million times. Inside and Out.

Several eternity's passes, several lifetimes went by when finally he lowered his wand.

"Where. is. he." Voldemort said again.

"Fuck you." I stumbled over my words. Still trying to catch my breath. He said some sort of curse but before I could determine what it was my chest ripped open and blood pooled out. My white blouse soon turned a bright crimson red.