I need you. |severus snape|

43: Cruciatus

Ingrid woke up to the sound of drops hitting stones, her eyes opened..it was dark...moonlight shining through the small window.

She sat up, looking around...

She was in a dungeon of some sort, stones aligning the walls like bricks. It was cold, and murky. Small puddles of water lay in all different directions, square pillars holding up the ceiling.

Where am I?
She thought, as she stood up.

"Hello."
A voice said, Ingrid turned quickly in its direction.

There sat a woman, about her age..dressed in fancy clothing.

"What-What is your name?"
The woman asked, she hugged her knees.

"Ingrid Felicity...who are you?"
She asked, the woman's eyes widened.

"Felicity. They've been...looking for you. You're the brunette woman's sister? Are you not?"
The woman's voice was quite shaky.

Wait-did she mean...Amanda?

"I-I'm not...sure."
Ingrid mumbled, eyes widening.

"Aye! Quiet down there!"
A voice bellowed from above them, Ingrid stumbled..shaking.

"What-where am I?"
Ingrid whispered, goosebumps surfacing on her pale skin.

"M-malfoy manor..."
The woman sputtered out.

Ingrid eyes widened.

Malfoy-I've been taken by.....Deatheaters.

"I'll get em! Wakey wakey you two..."
A voice called from the end of the dungeon, Ingrid backed up into the corner..the woman standing up.

"Oh! You're already awake. Pleasant."
The voice said, rounding the corner.

The man had long brown hair, tied in a messy ponytail. He noticed the woman's shaking.

"Oh shut up Dowson. Our lord doesn't want to see you...yet."
He smiled wickedly, before walking up to Ingrid.

She pondered what was going on, they had found her. Now what where they going to do with her? Kill her? She felt like throwing up, it was common for mornings...but it was different this time.

She felt absolutely hopeless. No one would save her now, she was alone.

The man grabbed her shoulder forcefully, pulling her closer to him.

"Such a astonishing woman. It is a shame...you shouldn't have taken that bloody job."
He mumbled, lips close to hers.

She whimpered, attempting to pull away. But he held her in place, before grabbing her hands and pulling those behind her back.

"Let's go shall we?!"
He chuckled, walking Ingrid towards the large staircase..

Ingrid screamed and struggled, attempting to break free from his strong grip. But it was hopeless.

He led her up the stairs and past the gateway, another Deatheater waited at the top.

"There she is. The woman of the hour."
He teased, twirling a strand of Ingrid's hair around his finger.

"Let me go...and none shall be harmed."
Ingrid warned, scowling at the bitter men.

"Awww. Whatchu gonna do? Throw a Muggle machine at us?"
The Deatheater asked, placing his hand on the side of her face.