Part 5
He watched her as she sat up again. Her beautiful body marred in bruises and gashes. She was thinner, paler, and very gaunt. Still, she didn’t give in. She didn’t look like the same woman, her hair dirty and messed up, her clothes grungy and torn in places. She had her stubborn strength and smart mouth still though. She was very much Voldemorts daughter at points, it showed. He was relentless on her, sometimes for days at a time, day and night before returning her to her cell. He stood over her as a knock came to his door. He called for them to enter.
“Well, well, look what the cat drug in.” Pansy eyed the woman happily. “Not looking to good love” She placed her hands on Draco’s shoulders. Draco smirked at Ravyn then turned his head to Pansy.
“What can I do for you Pansy?” He asked sitting down in the large overstuffed easy chair in front of his prisoner.
“He is wanting to see you” she said her hands on her hips. In ‘he’ Draco knew who she spoke of. He nodded and got up grabbing his jacket.
“Keep an eye on her. If she moves hurt, her.” He eyed Ravyn one last time before exiting the room.
“Resilient little tart aren’t you” Pansy took the seat Draco had vacated. Ravyn turned herself over wincing and wiping the back of her hand over her cheek to remove the blood.
“And you’re just a tart aren’t you” Ravyn spit some blood to get it out of her mouth.
“You were a bitch at Hogwarts too” Pansy narrowed her eyes at her.
“You were a whore at Hogwarts too” Ravyn answered mockingly. Pansy got up yelling crucio and sending Ravyn into a stiff jerk of pain. Her eyes snapped open as Pansy lifted the spell and saw the wand and had an adrenaline rush.
She dove for the wand, tackling Pansy. She twisted Pansy’s wrist and jerked it away hearing the bones crack. “Silenco” She cast quickly so nobody would hear, then punched her square in the face. “Petrificus Totalus” She pointed at Pansy, she went rigid. Ravyn smiled and got up. She peeked out the door and nobody was around. She grabbed Draco’s cloak and took off.
She slipped in and out of shadows to avoid the others. She tried to memorize some of the castle they were in, and it didn’t work. She was lost as ever. She continued her forge though. She hoped that Draco’s meeting with her father lasted awhile it would give her time to gain some progress in her escape. She sat in a far shadow as she saw a hooded figure walk by. She let out a breath she had been holding. She needed to find a way out fast.
Draco returned later and saw Pansy with a black eye no wand and in a body-bind. He sighed and undid Pansy’s body-bind. He walked over and pulled back a large tapestry on the far wall of the common area. It was a huge map of the castle they were in. It took him a few minutes, but he found her. She was on the third level in the deserted areas that were rarely used. She was probably figuring on hiding there for awhile till she could make a break for it. He smiled and walked back out of the door to his room. He grabbed his dagger on the way out sticking it in his back pocket.
She stood in the dark hallway waiting. Nobody looked panicked or hurried that passed the doorway. This had been maybe one person. They must not use the area very much. She was in a dark room; it was musty smelling and decay clung to the old stone walls. She shut the door quietly and leaned against it. She didn’t see the movements from the shadows of the corner of the room. She didn’t realize there was another door connected to the other hallway on the other side of the room.
He watched her walk to the middle of the room and sit down. She held Pansy’s wand tensely; she had figured out disapparating wasn’t possible. She couldn’t send a signal without warning the castles occupants. Alarms and whistles would be going off everywhere. She pulled off Draco’s cloak and laid it next to her. It intrigued him to watch her working things out. The shadows dancing over her battered body casting her skin to an eerie glow.
“Did you really think you could get away?” He asked. She stood wand at the ready circling panicked. Not able to see him with his hood up covering the bright blonde tresses he was famous for. She had a look of horror and he smiled. He slid up behind her silently and stealthily.
She stopped breathing. How did he find her so quickly. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears and that was it. No clue as to where he was. She then felt his touch as he wrapped his arm around her waist, his dagger at her throat. She closed her eyes against crying. She wanted to go away from him. It was like a game. No matter how many times she got away. She never truly would. The place was too well protected and guarded. It would only be cat and mouse.
“Give me the wand” His voice was gentle and patronizing.
Ravyn shook her head lightly, grasping it tighter in her fist. He sighed. “Have it your way” He sliced across her shoulder quickly. She twisted away and grabbed her shoulder with her free hand as she dropped the wand in surprise. She looked it was a pretty bad slash. Her head snapped up to look at him as he slipped Pansy’s wand into his jacket. “I asked you nicely once” He shrugged straightening out his jacket. She lunged at him, her anger flaring. He reacted quickly wrapping his arms around her waist as she lunged and picked her up slamming her against the wall. She felt the sharp pain race up her spine as it hit the stone wall. He froze her there so she couldn’t move.
“You need to learn to be good.” He whispered softly. “Because you aren’t getting out of here” A smirk crossed his lips as he ran his dagger down her chest pulling her shirt down lightly with it. He pushed up on her left breast making the exposed part above her bra more apparent. He ran his finger over the scarred skin that formed his initials. “You are mine” He added as his finger traced the ‘D’ gently. The scars of her branding, of her first day of her torture.
“I’ll never be yours” She gritted out the words, pushing back the shiver that the touch brought on. Trying to make the knot in her stomach go away.
He smiled at her look. He trailed his tongue lightly over her collarbone and up her neck to her ear. “You already are mine” His lips caressed her ear. She wanted to be sick. He was her torturer. She hated him. She had this fire ignite in her when he did seductive things like that though; a need for him that she didn’t want to have, a need that made her feel betrayal and revulsion. It made her menacing hatred for him grow. Made her livid that he could coax a reaction like that so simply. “I feel you shiver when I am near. Which makes me wonder is it because, I disgust you, or is it because you want me” His lips now right over hers as he whispered. They were so soft, she never expected that. They were warm and inviting. His breath traced her lips. She closed her eyes against it. “I guess time will tell.” He kissed her suddenly, surprising her. Her eyes widened and she wanted to respond so badly. She let out a tiny moan, before she regained control and did what she did in reflex. She bit down.
Draco yelped in pain. He backed up wiping his mouth and saw blood. He ran his tongue over his lip and if hell had fury, it was Draco Malfoy. “You have a real problem with biting.” He chuckled and looked down for a second. She looked at him apprehensively. Then it came. He backhanded her. That heavy ring he wore ripped through her cheek making a new gash and opening the old one. “You should know better then that.” He growled grabbing her hair and flinging her across the room. She landed on her wrist and yelped as it cracked as she slid across the floor on her side and into the wall.
“You just never learn your lesson now do you?” He kicked her in the back, and she arched yelling in agony. He grabbed her hair, ripping her off the floor roughly. “Now you’ll pay for trying to escape and for the bite”
“Fuck you” She spat in a pant as she gritted her teeth through the throbbing of her aching body.
“Maybe some other time” He sneered before sailing her towards the door. She bounced off it and fell to the floor. She cradled her wrist and tried to get up. “crucio” was all she heard before falling to the floor in agony. She screamed as he hit her with it again.
He watched as she writhed and screamed. A smile played across his lips. Her punishment would be severe, and he would love carrying it out.