I had no more strength left, so this time I just lay there. My body was completely covered in cuts and bruises, Bellatrix hopping up and down while clapping her hands only feet away from me.
I was too tired to do anything, and just closed my eyes, hoping she would soon get bored and finish me off.
"Draco, take her down to the cellar. She'll be more fun once she's recovered a bit," said Bellatrix, and soon I felt Draco's arms beneath my back and legs, and then he lifted me up bridal style.
I just lay limb in his arms as he carried my down the staircase he had pushed me up more than 24 hours ago.
I barely registered doors opening or anything else for that matter. I didn't notice anything until I felt a different sort of warm liquid grace my forehead.
Draco was crying.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as he carefully lay me down on the cold marble. He probably thought I'd passed out because of all the torture. He swiped some of the strays of hair that lay plastered to my sweaty forehead, and pressed his lips against my pale skin.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered again, and then I blacked out.
I had to blink several times to get a clear vision. I managed to get up on my feet and stumbled over to the bars keeping me locked in what looked like an enormous cell.
Just outside stood Draco, face lacking all emotion.
He looked up at me, and a flash of relief crossed his face, but it was so fast I wasn't sure if I'd imagined it or not.
His eyes were still slightly red and puffy. He had been crying.
"Have you been crying?" I asked, just to be certain. He didn't say anything, just stared at me with an empty expression.
I gritted my teeth. "Can you just stop it?"
"Keep quiet, they do not want to be disturbed."
"Here we go again!" I snapped, ignoring his request bluntly. "Pretending to turn it off. Pretending not to care."
He stepped forward and his face now a mere inch away from mine.
"I feel, Kaya," he sneered. "And it sucks!"
I shook my head, looking right back into his grey eyes.
"I care too much," he growled, curling his lip. "I'm a liability." He spat out the last word as if it had been a worst curse word known to man.
I slipped my arms between the bars and cupped his face in them. "Draco, you can be the better man."
He gave a low chuckle and shook his head.
"I can't be what other people wants me to be," he whispered and took a step back, and my arms fell down. "What you want me to be."
I looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes due to the fact that no matter how much I wanted to deny it, he was right. He was right about everything.
I was about to open my mouth and push out an apology, when heels clicked and I shuffled backwards. I couldn't go through all of that again. As the face of Bellatrix stepped into the light, I choked on the air trying to access my lungs.
"Hello, sweetheart," she giggled in a fake-sweet tone, and I cringed. Slowly putting one foot behind the other, I backed away.
"There isn't anywhere to hide," she pointed out, even though I was already fully aware of it.
I could sense the fear growing inside me, and I looked to Draco for help, but he turned his back to me and walked the stairs leading up to the ground floor.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I closed them, hearing the metal bars being pushed to the side.
I sobbed, not caring if I seemed weak because that was exactly how I felt.
A bony hand grabbed my upper arm and pushed me out, and I had to rest my palm against the cold stone to steady myself.
As we reached what I now noticed was a dining room, it felt eerie. There wasn't a single person present – I was all alone, with Bellatrix.
Feeling her knife pierce the skin on my lower back, I braced myself for several more hours or torture.
"I don't have any information," I choked, not understanding why she was doing this to me. I'd already told them I didn't know anything – just because I shared a dorm with Potter's best mate didn't mean they let me in on every plan they made.
A low giggling caused shivers done my spine, before the tip of the knife made a gash just where it had penetrated the skin only seconds before.
I fell to my knees in shock of the sudden pain, choking on air.
With the back of her stiletto heels, Bellatrix gave my back a hard push and I fell flat on my face. I licked my lip, tasting nothing but blood.
I rolled over on my back, looking up into the blackest, most vicious eyes I knew I'd ever see.
"I don't know anything," I sobbed, closing my eyes as she got closer.
"You know something!" she screeched, bending over me.
"Please," I begged, shaking my head 'no'.
A fierce pain shot through me, and I shrieked louder than my own ears could comprehend. The pain was so unbelievable, and it wouldn't stop.
It just got worse, and with the last of my energy I kicked and wriggled. I did everything in my power to make her get off me and to make the pain go away.
I closed my eyes, realising with all my regret I had nothing left to fight with.
My head fell to the side, and I realised I was actually alone now. Bellatrix had left, and my eyes moved to my arm. It was soaked in my own blood, and I realised what she'd done.
Squinting my eyes, I made out two words:
A/N: I know it's taken me a while to write this, but there has iterally been so much going on at school these past few weeks. I have done pretty much nothing but study, sleep and eat. Can't wait until I graduate ... in two years. At least I got summer vacation to look forward to, eh?
Also, what do you think about Draco's behavior in this chapter? Do you think he's going to help Kaya, or let someone else do it? Or let her die?
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