Heal Me | Jacob Black

Chapter 6 - Nightmares

Selene lay restless in her bed, blankets twisted around her body as a constant stream of images invaded her mind. Her nightmares had returned, bringing with it the haunting memories of her darkest times.

She was back in Malfoy Manor, the damp, cold cell walls pressing in on her. Her stomach growled with hunger, a constant reminder of how long it had been since she and Luna had eaten anything substantial. The dim light from a single torch flickered, casting eerie shadows across the cell.

The clinking sound of keys echoed through the stone corridor, and the cell door creaked open. A Death Eater stepped in, dangling a piece of bread just out of reach, mocking them with a sinister grin. "Feeling hungry, girls?" he taunted. Selene's stomach twisted, not just from hunger but from the humiliation and hatred she felt for their captors.

Death Eaters would taunt them with baited food, placing it just outside their reach, relishing in their desperation. The tormentors reveled in their sadistic games, their enjoyment evident as they toyed with the sisters' fragile mental state. Selene could see the pleasure they derived from their suffering.

Scenes shifted rapidly in her dream, like a broken, haunted carousel.

With a burst of unsettling energy, Greyback burst into the underground cell, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing hunger. In a swift motion, he reached out and snatched Selene from her confines, his bruising grip constricting tightly around her delicate wrists. As he yanked her towards the cell's entrance, Selene's heart pounded with fear and defiance.

Every nerve in Selene's body screamed out in pain as Greyback's fingers pressed cruelly into her skin, leaving behind angry imprints.

Greyback dragged Selene forcefully to the presence of Narcissa Malfoy, his grip still tight and unyielding.

The werewolf's yellowed eyes bore was filled with a twisted hunger that sent shivers down her spine. His malicious gaze tore through her, making her skin crawl with a chilling mixture of repulsion and fear. He leered at her, his voice dripping with desire as he declared his intentions.

"Let me have her," Greyback declared, his voice laced with a lecherous tone. "I want to taste her flesh, I want to mark her."

His words cut through Selene like a cold knife, his intentions horrifyingly clear. Every fiber of her being rebelled against the thought of becoming a creature of darkness, his advances evoking a fierce revulsion within her. It was then that she clung to the sliver of hope that Narcissa Malfoy's orders provided - the order that kept Greyback at bay, he was forbidden to lay a finger on them until their father had fulfilled his role as a willing informant on Harry Potter's whereabouts. They were kept as hostages, their safety solely dependent on their father's usefulness.

Greyback's face twisted into an unsettling rage and frustration. His grip tightened even further, causing Selene to wince in pain, but he knew he had to heed Narcissa's orders. Filled with malicious intent, he hissed threateningly, his breath hot against Selene's ear.

"Enjoy your temporary safety," Greyback growled, venom dripping from his words. "But mark my words, Lovegood, your time will come. When your father becomes useless to us, I will be the first to have my hands on you."

Retreating with a malevolent grin, Greyback released Selene from his grasp, the bruises already forming a stark reminder of his ruthless nature.

Among the fragments of her nightmare, a specific scene emerged with chilling clarity.

Bellatrix Lestrange, clothed in her insanity and unyielding madness, had descended upon the cold, dank cell. With a merciless grip on Selene's delicate silver-blonde locks, Bellatrix reveled in the pain she inflicted, callously ignoring Selene's agonized moans. The sharp tendrils of her laughter filtered through the air, adding to the nightmare's haunting symphony.