Make Or Break (ON HOLD)

Chapter 20 : Torture for Love

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This chapter will contain torture. It will be almost all, if not all, of the chapter. If that doesn't bug you, then continue reading on.... feel free. If that does bother you please don't read this. Thank you. -Captain

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Draco

Groaning, my eyes fluttered open and pain seared my head. A blistering headache. "What h-happened?" I muttered. The last thing I remember was Hagrid telling us we needed to get to the castle. Now I was here... wherever here was.

It was cold and damp, darkness everywhere. Not a trace of light to be seen. I tried to massage my temples, to alleviate the headache but I couldn't move my wrists. Frowning, I stuggled until I realized that my hands were bound. My feet were too. What the hell happened?

A loud creaking sounded as a door opened. I hissed, closing my eyes because of the light assulting my vision. A man stood silhouetted against the blaring light. "Well, well it seems your finally awake." he chuckled as he scrambled towards me. He flicked on the lights as he did so and I stared into his eyes, wondering why they looked so familiar.

"Who are you?"

"You don't recognize me? Of course you don't. My son looked ridiculous when you followed him last year." He growled and stepped back, staring at him.

"Last year... wait your son... Voldemort?" I asked.

"Don't speak that filthy name. His name was Tom Riddle." he spat.

"You still didn't answer me. Who are you?"

"Tom Riddle. Named after me." My eyes widened and I glared at him soon after. "Enough of this talk. Let's get down to the real reason I brought you here." he smiled wickedly.

"And, what is that reason?" I asked gulping. His smile grew and I suddenly feared what was going to happen. He left and came back, a tray full of weapons just to his left, and I gulped again, knowing where this was going. "Before you start...." I blurted out suddenly, trying to delay the pain. "Could you at least tell me why you are going to do this."

"My filthy wizard son of course. I hated that he was abnormal but I never wanted him to die. When you and your family turned and left him, it made his side weaker, leaving him open to be killed, which is exactly what had happened. So I am going to hurt you and all of the people he was against for getting him killed."

I sat there frozen, not knowing what to do. Light reflecting off of something caught my attention, snapping me back to reality. I started laughing and he frowned at me. "What?"

"You are going to stab me? How original. Get more creative." I chuckled and he smiled again. My laughing stopped and I swallowed thickly, wondering what he actually had in store.

"Nope I am going to use and old technique called the Blood Eagle."

"Doesn't that kill people?" I asked worriedly and he nodded. Well at least it will be over quickly. He must have noticed my reaction because he smiled even wider.

"Oh don't worry... that won't be the end of it. There will be more."

"How? You aren't exactly a wizard." I said, noticing he actually left to get the stuff instead of snapping his fingers and making it appear. "Unless... Unless you have someone else to heal me." His eyes twinkled and I knew that I had gotten it right. I groaned and let my head fall afainst my chest.

He untied my hands, quickly binding them with shackles so that I couldn't get out. He was smart. Then he untied my legs, breaking the bones so I couldn't use my legs to inflict any pain on him. He yanked the chair from out under me and tightened the chains until I was hanging against the wall, my back facing him. He slowly cut into my back with the blade. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he tore the skin away from my back.