Fractured ✔️

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I couldn't see anything.

I tried to move, but my wrists were bound behind my back, and my ankles bound tightly together.

I struggled to get out of the ropes but it was impossible, they were magically done, so there was no way of escaping without counter acting the spell.

I struggled to breathe against the hood over my head, and tried to clear my mind. Wracking my brain for a way to escape.

I gasped for air as the hood was pulled off my head, and I blinked in the dimly lit room, straining to make out a figure.

I jumped when something moved behind me, and craned my neck to see a middle aged man, clad in dark grey robes, his wand pointed towards me.

"Who the fuck are you?" I spat out, willing myself to keep my voice steady.

"Watch your tone." The man said, his deep voice threatening.

Before I could retort, he flicked his wand towards me, and a strong forced hit my side, knocking the wind out of me.

"What do you want from me?" I said, heaving for breath.

"I just want to teach you a lesson. That's all." He said, his face splitting into a stomach turning smile, as he walked to stand in front of me.

"What the fuck? What're you talking about?" I shouted, feeling panic set in.

He sneered at me, and flicked his wad once more, this time the blow was delivered to my face, and my head was whipped to the side, I spat out a mouthful of blood and faced him once more.

"You shouldn't have hit my son, he did nothing wrong." He said, taking a few steps towards me, and I strained against the chair I was bound to.

"What? I haven't hit anyone!"

He moved swiftly forward and grabbed my hair, yanking my head back so I was forced to look up into his face.

"Your boyfriend did, and all that concerns me is that you told him to." He sneered.

"HE NEARLY KILLED ME!" I screamed, immediately regretting it as he punched me, and I felt pain sear through my nose, and blood tricked down my face.

"Too damn right he did. You're death eater scum." He spat, and released my head.

I heard a door open, and footsteps approach.

Another man entered the room, much larger than the first one. He cracked his knuckles menacingly, looking at the first man, who nodded.

I gulped as the larger man moved towards me, a sickening grin on his face.

He raised his arm so quickly I barely had time to react, and sunk his fist into my jaw, and I heard a loud crack, feeling my head spin with the pain of it.

But I would not show weakness.

Malfoy's do not show weakness.

Ever.

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Not proofread so please ignore mistakes xx