Dramione-Saviorself [writing again!]

Chapter 15

I wake up in a dark room, shivering. The tips of my fingers are white, and I can't feel my feet. Where am I? How long have I been out? Days, minutes? It's too dark to get my bearings. "Lumos," I cast. A little ball of light sparks at the end of my wand. The room is big, a slate grey color. Its very wide, like a giant jail cell. My previous suspicions are confirmed when I see iron bars at the far end of the room. I walk over and figure I should at least try to open it. "Alohomora," I cast. To my utter surprise, the door creaks open. Quietly, I slip out the door and up the bleak looking staircase. The hallways I walk through are ominous, i can tell by the walls that I'm in a rather large mansion. But something's off about it. It's clearly not in current residence, there's no furniture and some of the windows are boarded up. I hear voices on the other side of the wall. My instinct is to run, but something is tugging me towards the sounds. This could be valueable information, and what if Draco's there? I creep silently forward, my back sliding against the wall. When the floor creaks I suck in a breath. Oh no. Silence falls over the house immediately. I decide to just make a run for it. I swiftly turn around and examine any possible escape routes. No doors in sight, Just a spiral staircase. With quick thinking I sprint up the stairs, stumbling to keep my balance at the pace I'm going. I hear people behind me, but don't stop running. There are three doors to choose from when I reach the top of the stairs. I go with the left door and shut it roughly behind me. Its a bathroom. The floor is white tile, stained red with what looks to be blood. The shower curtain is white as well, pushed back to reveal a giant bathtub and shower. But no windows, no nothing. The door bursts open, and I lock eyes with Lucius Malfoy. "Silly Girl," he snickers, grabbing my arm tightly and shoving me out the door. "No! Let go of me!" I scream, struggling to get free. "Just come with me," he says, tugging me along. I almost punch him right in the face, but he moves his face in time. He leads me around the corner and into a large room that looks to be right out of Buckingham Palace. The walls are a lovely shade of green, and the carpet is deep red. Windows cover the entire wall and a chandelier hangs from the ceiling. And now I know where we are. Malfoy Manor.
What looks to be the entire group of death eaters is standing in a huddle in the middle of the room. "I found the prisoner wandering the halls. I thought I would just bring her here to you, my lord," Lucius slithers. "Very well. Let the punishment begin," a snake like voice replies from across the room. There he is. Seated in a large green armchair lined with gold trim is Lord Voldemort himself. A shiver runs though my body but I convince myself I have to be brave. "Why am I even here? What could you need me for?" I ask. "Oh you've done nothing wrong, my dear. Its Draco who has," Voldemort hisses. I don't look at him. He doesn't deserve any respect. "Bella, won't you call young Mr. Malfoy out for me?" He continues. Bellatrix is easily noticable by her hair. "Draco!" She shouts. My heart speeds up. "DRACO!" She screams again. He walks in casually before he sees me. Our eyes meet longingly from across the room. Voldemort stands from his arm chair and walks towards me. I swear my heart will beat out of my chest. "So it seems... Yet again, that lust, true love, will get in the way of all our commitments," he says, now circling me. "The worst part is, you're just a filthy mudblood who got lucky," Voldemort hisses inches from my ear. I involuntarily pull my shoulders closer into my body. "Someone grab hold of Draco," he says softly. It still sends a shiver down my back. When I look over Fenrir Greyback has Draco by the shoulders. I don't realize I'm as close to the wall as I am when Voldemort bangs my head against the stone. I hear shuffling feet, but I'm too distracted by the warm feeling of blood seeping down my scalp to persue the matter further. So they're going to torture me for Draco's punishment. "Bella, why don't you do the honors," Voldemort smiles. She laughs maniacly and walks over to my crumpled body. "Crucio," she snickers, waving her wand over her head. Its no better the second time around. The pain is blinding, its like i'm falling through a never ending hole of hot, flesh melting lava. I hear my own torturous screams which only unsettles me more, because I know Draco's Veela is spiraling out of control right now. Oh my god its so painful. "Stop," I scream through my teeth. The pain only worsens. Finally, I'm left to bathe in my own blood disinigrating pain on the floor, with Bellatrix's laughing in the mix somewhere. I see Draco struggling across the room; Fenrir is having a rough time holding him back. I'm completely immobilized right now, I couldn't move if I wanted to. When I cough blood splatters the floor. "Imperio," she cackles, lifting my limb body off the ground and tossing me across the room. The last thing I hear is Draco screaming for Bellatrix to stop. Then everything goes black.