Gypsy

Chapter Thirty Five

Bleary eyed I looked at the door as it creaked open, I had stayed in my hunched over position for most of the night. Moving only once, to use the 'toilet'. One of Riddle's black robed men was standing at the open door, I could practically feel the waves of hate coming off of him.

"Lord Voldemort requests you presence." He ground the words out through thick teeth beneath the mask, he had been told to phrase it that way.

I considered fighting, I even considered attacking this man, although I doubted I could do any true harm while wearing my new accessory. And this man seemed to know it, he arrogantly stepped into my cage without hesitation. In response to his question I nodded and stood, my body creaked a little at the movement and I flinched at the pain it caused my legs.

"Walk." He motioned towards the door and I walked out, my legs were stiff though and I was slow. He let out a noise of annoyance and grabbed the back of my neck as I walked past him.

I could feel the hot breath through his mask, he enjoyed this. Looking back into his eyes was a mistake, he let out a rough curse and slammed my face into the wall. I felt skin break and blood drip down my face when he pulled me back, my cheekbone was on fire and I cried out in agony.

"Shut the fuck up," he tossed me out of the cell and I fell against the far wall. My shoulder banged on the stone and another cry left me, staggering I dropped to my knees. Before I could move, what felt like a lead tipped boot came at my side and slammed into my ribs. A un-human shriek left my throat, bones had broken under that boot before, he knew just where to kick.

I was wrenched up by the back of my neck again and forced forward. Pained sounds left my throat again and again, and that seemed to both amuse and arouse the man. Before we got to the exit he pushed me up against the wall again, his overweight body pressuring me deep into the stone.

"I like the way you scream." A hand pushed down on my rib and I cried out, he groaned and pushed against me. Bile rose in my throat at the feel of his erection, "when you're back down here I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk." He sniffed and pushed himself off me, "guess I'll make do with that Veela whore until I see you again."

"V--Vanessa?" The croaked name left my lips, they were dry and bloody.

He cackled, "she was quite the fighter last night. Memory spells make it so easy."

This time I did throw up, bile left my throat and splattered onto the mans robes. He cursed and threw me through the door into the main hallway. A surprised sound came to my right. Dizzy, I looked over and saw Rosie. I tried to give her a reassuring smile, but my cheek seared with agony and I cried out again.

The large man came through the door after me, "going to fucking kill you. Nymph slut."

His hands reached for me, but he stopped when he saw Rosie and snarled at her. "What are you looking at Mudblood."

She bowed her head quickly and dipped into a kneeling position. "Nothing my Lord Avery." Her terrified eyes met mine, and hardened in something like fury. "The Minister of Magic and Lord Malfoy sent me to check where their Nymph was, they said that they sent you to get her some time ago."

This 'Avery', who was probably the father of the Avery I remembered from Hogwarts growled out a curse and pulled me to my feet. He shoved me towards Rosie and she quickly caught me and steadied me before I could fall.

"Take the whore then, I have a date with Vanessa anyway." I could feel his eyes on me and shuddered, he made a kissy noise from under the mask and walked back into the dungeon.

We were silent for a moment, "are you ok?" Her voice startled me and I jumped, Vanessa.

"Take me to them." Blood dripped out of my mouth when I spoke and she looked horrified, panicking I grabbed the front of her robes. "Please."