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⋇⊶⊰𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆⊱⊷⋇
It had been one month. One month when Lyla threatened to rip our throats out because Demi was gone. But as hard as it was. It was part of the plan. Enzo and Theo didn't have a clue about this plan because if they did, their feelings would make this plan fail.
But Lyla showed her weakness at the Ministry, and her weakness will always be Demi Taylor, the mudblood of Hufflepuff. Why did she have to show her weakness why. This was the reason why I didn't want her going, but I couldn't fight her on this idea. But here we are.
I walked down to the dark cold cellar in Malfoy Manor, opening the lock on the door. The metal gate shook as I carried the small meal that had been prepared for our little prisoner. I approached Demi, who had chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles, and she was a shivering mess in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear.
Placing the food tray down next to her, she jumped. She was a mess, but I couldn't blame her for the torture she had been through whilst being here, and she didn't utter a single word.
"Hey, Dem, how you doing?" I asked her softly.
"Fuck off Riddle!" She snarled.
I gripped her chains and pulled her closer to me. "Careful Blondie or I'll rip that pretty tongue out your mouth." I chuckled.
She spat straight into my face as I stood up in disgust. Pulling out my wand I cast crucio as she withered round in pain collapsing. "I want to help but you make things so difficult." I sighed.
"I want Enzo." She coughed out.
"Sorry Blondie Enzo gone. He has betrayed us all." I sighed.
"Then let me go Mattheo. Lyla won't ever forgive you when she finds out the truth." She coughed out.
"Oh Blondie, she will be here soon when she will have to trade places with you." I sighed.
I looked down at Demi and saw the bruises and scratches between her thighs. "Demi what have the other deatheaters been doing?" I asked her.
"Why do you care you just used the cruciatus curse on me!" She sobbed.
"I'm sorry blondie it's just my temper. I don't hate you." I sighed sitting back down.
"Why does your father want Lyla so much?" Demi coughed.
"Because of her magic she is powerful and if she takes the dark path we have more of a chance winning." I sighed.
