Samantha Nightshade, the God Daughter [Book 2]

Chapter 7

Just as I said before, this summer is hell. We stayed in Italy with Blaise and Pansy for another two weeks but then returned to the manor. As soon as we got back, father tortured me. I try to ignore the pain and act as if it doesn't effect me, but it drains my magic the more he does it. It is terrible, but I can suffer through it. After all, there's only a month and a half left until school.

I think I might die.

"Miss Nightshade, Master Malfoy wishes to see you in the dungeons at once!" a house elf squeaked appearing in my room. I nodded to him and he disappeared as I got up from my desk, still weak from yesterday, to go down to the dungeons. I carefully but quickly walked down to the specific dungeon father always told me to go to.

There was the bastard sitting in the middle of the room with a smile.

"Took you long enough to get down here!" he yelled as I shut the door.

"I'm sorry, I just recently received your message," I apologized quietly and he struck me with a cruciatus curse. I fell to the ground and just laid there. Not because I was hurt from it, but because I was weak.

"Time after time you disobey me, and for what? So you can have the satisfaction? So you can say you stood up for yourself? Why, Samantha? Is that really worth it?" he snarled grabbing my hair and forcing me to look at him.

"It's worth it to know that I'm not taking any crap from a bastard," I said quietly and he threw my head down against the floor.

"I am sick and tired of you. To hell with your mother; sectumsempra millia," he half yelled pointing his wand at me. A thousand tiny gashes ripped through all of my skin, this pain was one I had never before experienced.

The pain of the sectumsempra curse times one thousand.

It felt as if someone had hand slit every single open gash on my skin. As if they had taken a cursed knife and drove it into my skin to create each and every little gash. As if they were trying to burn me while I was being cut open one thousand times.

I shrieked and writhed in pain as the bastard stood over me, laughing as if he were a child playing with his friends. After he finished laughing, he looked down and grinned at me.

"I'll break the news to your mother, may you finally die," he snarled then left the room, leaving me to bleed out and die. I looked around me, hoping to find some sort of escape of any kind, but I saw none. In the far corner of the room, however, there was a small open window.

I thought about what I should do, I could lie here and die or I could attempt to save myself by trying to get out of the window. I decided to pull myself off of the floor and drag myself to the window. I did and there was blood everywhere, where I had drug myself along, where I was laying, and all over my body.

I finally reached the window and noticed that it was too small for even me to pull myself out. With the last tiny bit of magic I had left in my body, I turned into a bat and flew out of the window and five feet away before turning back into a human.

I was in my private garden, the one mother had designed for me and that I read in occasionally.

Mother.

Oh no, if I die what'll happen to her and Draco? Luscius will surely torture them as he did me, if not worse. I won't be around to protect them, to help them. They're only human, they won't last as long as I have.

I groaned and started breathing deeply as I tried to lift myself up but with no avail. I was able to roll myself onto my back and stare up at the sky, the beautiful sky. It was nice and sunny out, there were hardly any clouds as well. It would've been the perfect Quiddich weather if I weren't about to die.