Silk Roads

Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Frustration, and a new Project

February 1967
Location: Hogwarts, Hidden Dungeon in the... Dungeons

Marchosias paced back and forth, his lower lip swollen due to the constant nipping of his teeth –he was beyond frustrated at the thought of Vevila invading their safe haven in Hogwarts. It was enough to make his blood boil and if doesn't cool down, all the red liquid in his veins would turn to gas, not to mention the urge to kill practically hitting its limits (she came second only after the Brat-Who-Lived-To-Annoy). All of it was thanks to Albus –he allowed that bloody bint to remain in their living quarters after she was accepted as Marcaunon's assistant.

A pitiful moan made him pause in his pacing, and he shook all the thoughts about Vevila out of his mind –that bint would be getting her deserves soon enough.

But for now...

"My dear, do you know the reason why you're here?" He smiled softly at the teenager dangling from the ceiling by chains around her wrists, her toes just grazing the floor – to lessen the strain on her arms. Merciful of him hm?

The blonde, quite a looker if you ignored all the crude carvings that littered her nude body, could only whimper in fear as she stared into his ruby eyes full of mirth –he had skimmed through her mind and found humor in what she was currently thinking.

"Shall I prove to you that this is in fact, reality?"

"No p-p-please... I never... Why are you..." She sobbed as tears rolled down her cheeks. "What w-would Professor G-Gaunt say?"

All humor was gone in an instance.

"Enlighten me, Emma." He titled his head to the side, so alike his mother. "What do you think Professor Gaunt would say if he saw what I do in my spare time?"

"He w-would be d-disap...pointe–"

She screamed as Marchosias Magicked all her nails from her toes to land in front of his feet, forcing her to pull her feet higher from the ground, and putting more strain on her shoulders, arms, and wrists. Like he would be merciful to people who touched what's his.

"Sorry could you repeat that?" He schooled his face into one of confusion, showing nothing but innocent child-like curiosity. "I didn't quite catch what you were saying over all the screaming."

"I... I... haa... haaa... I'm s-sorry. P-p-...please let m-me... unhg... g-g-go."

"Well... since you're sincere in your apologies..." He shrugged and used her wand to drag a long table in front of them both, but out of her reach just in case she tries to kick it away. There were many tools on it, and her eyes widened with horror. "I'll forgive you... But only if you give me the correct answer to my very first question."

"W-what?"

"My... how quick of you to forget. Shall I help you remember?" His left hand hovered just slightly above the handle of a rather heavy-looking hammer.

"No! I-I remem...ber!"

"Really? Let's hear it." There was only silence apart from her heavy breathing. "I am not a patient person, Marrone."

"I don't know Ok!? I don't know! What e-else do you... w-want from... me!?" She panted, half in pain and half out of breathe after her... rather enthusiastic respond.

"You don't have to be rude about it." He gave her a mock hurt look. "I think five would be a good number for your insolence."

Marchosias flicked Emma's wand, transfiguring it into a long barbed whip –oh and were they insanely sharp alright. He circled her slowly, loving the feeling of being in control, and stopped just behind her. He could see how she was straining to look over her shoulder, alarm in those chocolate orbs of hers. Humans are paranoid creatures; they would often than not try to keep an eye on their potential killer or tormentor no matter how terrified they are. Leaving their backs exposed and unguarded would make them feel all the more threatened, thus leading them to panic more than usual –this normally made his blood rush south (a quirk that he isn't too proud of).