Tortured

CHAPTER 1

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Sarah.

Where am I? I can't see a damn thing. Ok let's not panic. There must be a perfectly rational explanation to all this. Yeh right Sarah, one minute you're lying on the beach and then the next you're standing up and can't see a thing. Rational explanation my arse.

I stood up, hands stretched in front of me like a zombie so I wouldn't bump into anything. The air around me smelt stale, like I was underground. But I couldn't be, I was on a beach. I was on a god damn beach. Except, I couldn't feel the sand under my feet, and there was no longer the calming sound of the waves rushing up to the shore. Instead, under my bare feet I could feel.......stone maybe? I knelt down again feeling the ground with my fingertips. Yep, it was definitely stone. Ok so it's pitch black and I'm standing on stone. I must be dreaming. Yep, that must be it. I slowly moved forward, hands stretched in front again. I flinched a little as my hands touched a wall in front of me. More stone. Brrr, I'm freezing. I don't think I like this dream any more. I followed the wall, running my hand along it to guide myself, running my fingers in the cracks between the stone. Suddenly, I stumbled over the uneven floor and landed on my knees. I barely felt the pain that briefly ripped up through my leg because another thought had come over me. Pain. That can't be right, you don't feel pain in dreams. I pinched my hand hard. Ow. Okay, not good. That hurt. I crawled forward until I came to another wall. I snuggled into the cold stone corner and pulled my knees to my chest. As I rocked back and forward in the darkness thoughts ran through my mind uncontrollably. Ok I'm not dreaming. Then where am I, and how the hell did I get here. I shivered with cold and panic and soon fell into a restless sleep.

"Wake up you filthy Mudblood." My eyes flickered open. Why am I lying on the ground? And what did Dad just say? "Huh?" I groaned. I sat up and leaned back on the stone wall behind me then rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Stone wall. Memories of the night before flooded back. My eyes snapped open. As my eyes tried to become accustom to the dim light I tried to take in my surroundings. There was someone standing in front of me but I couldn't make them out. I felt myself being dragged to my feet. I went to push away who ever it was but there wasn't anyone there. I blinked and rubbed my eyes again so that my vision came into focus. I stared into the space where someone would have had to stand to have pulled me up. Empty space. An evil laugh echoed through the room. That sure as hell wasn't my dad. I turned to face the person in front of me. It was a man, of what age I couldn't tell. His skin was amazingly pale and his long hair was so blonde it was almost white. The look on his face scared me. He looked....evil and strangely familiar. He smirked at me in an amused manner. "Who are you? Where am I?" I tried to control the tremor in my voice but there was no point. I had no idea what was going on and I was terrified.

"Do not speak unless you are spoken to Mudblood," sneered the man.

"What? Mudblood? What's that supposed to......"

"Crucio."

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Draco.

The girl's screams echoed through the dungeon. I watched her fall to the ground, pulling herself into the foetal position trying to stop the pain. Not that it would help. There's nothing that can stop the pain of The Cruciatus Curse. I should know.

After a few minutes my Father lifted his wand and the girl's screaming subsided. She didn't move for awhile, and a thought crossed my mind. Maybe he'd killed her. It wouldn't be the first time. But then she lifted her face off the floor. She looked over to where I was standing, looked right into my eyes. I nearly had to look away when I saw her eyes. But that would have shown weakness. Malfoys do not show weakness. But her eyes, they looked just like mine. Grey and cold. My father motioned towards the girl.

"Now Draco, you remember what I've taught you." Although the thought of it made me sick I pointed my wand at her. There was a difference between torturing your enemies and doing it to an innocent stranger and I no longer enjoyed the power it gave me. "Crucio," I whispered. Once again her screams filled the dungeon. Then she screamed out something that made me pull my wand away, "DEMETER, SAVE ME!" What? Demeter was an earth goddess. But this girl, father said she was a muggle. She wouldn't know something like that. Then why had he called her a Mudblood? My father turned his icy glare on me, "Draco?" he growled warningly.

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Sarah.

I couldn't move. The pain had left me now but I still ached. My face was flat on the coolness on the stone. I didn't want to move either now. I wanted to be sucked into the stone, I wanted to die. But I pulled myself together and lifted my face off the floor. I saw another man, standing in the far corner of this hellish room. He looked only slightly older than me. He was staring at me so I summoned my courage and looked him straight in the eyes. If I'd had enough air in my lungs I would have gasped. His eyes, they were just like mine, grey and cold. He lifted his hand. He held the same object that the other man had held. It looked a bit like a wand of some sort. He dropped his eyes and muttered something. It was that word again, "Crucio." The intenseness of the pain once again took over my mind and I screamed as though it would help to stop it. I screamed out for the goddess to save me, as I remembered my mother telling me the goddess would always help those in need. The pain stopped abruptly again. I curled myself into a ball and prayed silently that this was all a dream, all just a terrible nightmare. I heard the first man speak.

"Draco?" he said. His voice was just as icy as his eyes. I didn't dare look up. I heard footsteps, and my curiosity took over and I glanced up, I was all alone. I couldn't stand so I crawled over to the corner where I'd slept last night and huddled into its cold reassuring stone. Then I heard a yelp, the sound a dog makes when someone's kicked it. Except it was a human sound, a boy I think. A boy trying not to scream but not being able to help himself. I started to cry. Tears of fear rather than pain, and slowly I cried myself to sleep.

"Wake up."

Oh please goddess not again. I don't know if I can bear to suffer that pain once more.

"Wake up girl."

"I'm awake."

"Shhhh, talk quietly."

I raised my head off the ground to see who was talking. It couldn't be the man who I'd heard speak before. This voice was commanding, but not as evil as his. I looked up, and looked into those eyes that had startled me before. I struggled to my feet but dizziness over took me and I fell backwards into the wall. The man, Draco I think he was called, made a move as if to help me but thought better of it and pulled back his arm. "What do you want from me?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"What? Then why am I here?" He didn't answer. He just looked me straight in the eye. I took a slight step towards him. "I'm not scared of you, you know," I said defiantly. This time I managed to keep the tremor from my voice. He moved closer, so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face.

"Maybe you should be," he whispered. I held my breath, hoping he would say more, say something that might explain why I was here and what was going on. But he didn't say anything else, he just continued to study my face.

CHAPTER 2

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Draco.

It wasn't just her eyes that looked like mine, it was everything about her. Her pale face, and her small features. Even her attitude was similar. I could tell she was terrified, yet she denied it so strongly. There was only one thing that was strikingly different about her. Her hair was a deep copper brown, not a red as the Weasel's but definitely not the trademark blond hair of the Malfoy's.

"What are you staring..."

"What's your name?" I asked quietly.

"Pardon?"

"Your name."

"Er, Sarah. Why?"

I gave a frustrated sigh. "Sarah what?"

"Malfoy, alright? What the hell does it matter to you anyway?"

Malfoy. I took a step away from her. She was a Malfoy. But how could that be possible. Father had used witches for me to practice on before, but to bring me a member of my own family to practice on, why? "Who are your parents?"

"What is this, 20 questions? Answer some of my questions and I'll answer yours."

I nearly laughed, her arrogance and lack of fear reminded me of myself. But I put on an evil glare and she backed down a little. I pulled out my wand. She obviously saw this as a threat because she backed right into the wall. Her terror was obvious now. I couldn't understand why she looked so confused though. I knew she was a Malfoy, so she was obviously a witch, so what was there to be confused about. If she was a Malfoy then she had to know who me and my father were. I pointed my wand to her throat, like a sword. "Who. Are. Your. Parents?" I growled, sounding out every word slowly. She didn't speak, she just looked at my wand. I grabbed her chin with my other hand and roughly lifted it so she was looking me in the eye. I could feel her trembling and could see her eyes trying to avoid my own. Now she was scared.

"Lucas and Devua."

Lucus and Devua?? I had never heard of these people before. But yet, they held the Malfoy surname. I saw a tear run down the girl, Sarah's, face. My hand of its own accord wiped it away. Silently I cursed myself for showing any kind of compassion. She made a kind of whimpering sound when I touched her. I roughly jerked my hand away and she fell back against the wall.

"What do you want from me?" Sarah asked again.

"Want from you? I don't want anything from you."

"Then why am I here?" She said again. "And why.......no, who are you?"

"Who am I?"

"Yes, that's what I said isn't it. What are you, stupid or something."

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Sarah.

I barely saw it coming. I hardly saw him raise his hand, but I felt it connect with my face. Its force stung and brought tears to my eyes, but I stood steady. I gritted my teeth and felt anger overtake my fear. "Don't you dare touch me again," I growled.

"Ha. Like you could stop me." He hit me again, softer this time, but still hard enough to turn my head. I was disgusted by his arrogance so I pushed him away.

"Get away from me." Draco looked momentarily stunned, then pulled out the wand again. Now I knew what it did I sure as hell wasn't going to let him use it again. I made a grab for it and tried to wrestle it off him, but he was stronger than me and sent me sprawling to the ground again.

"Crucio!"

I flung my hands up in front of my face, waiting for the pain to hit, but it never did. I looked up at him, thankful, but confused. He looked equally as confused and looked and the wand as though it were some kind of disease and threw it to the ground. Then he looked at me, he had a strange look in his eyes. I could have sworn it was fear, but that didn't make any sense.

"What are you?" he growled softly.

"What am I? Hu? Female last time I checked."

"Human?"

"WHAT?" I guess I must have said that a bit loud because Draco slapped his hand over my mouth so quickly that we both lost our balance and fell back into the wall. I giggled at his clumsiness but stopped when I saw the look on his face. "What's your problem?"

"Are you human?"

I laughed again, he really must be crazy. "No I'm a faerie," I giggled sarcastically.

"Really?" he said pulling away from me quickly. He actually seemed serious!

"You sure you didn't get hit over the head with anything recently? Of course I'm human, what else would I be?" He muttered something under his breath that I didn't catch and then retrieved the wand, pocketing it. "Why am I here? And who are you?"

"I'm the one asking the questions here."

"No, now it's my turn." I was getting frustrated, I wanted answers.

"Do you dare to defy me?" He seemed furious as he stormed over to where I was standing getting within inches of my face.

"Of course I do," I replied with my trademark smirk back on my face.

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Draco.

I've never physically hit a girl before, but this Sarah just infuriated me. I could not believe her cheek, how dare she defy me! I didn't even regret it the third time I hit her. She deserved it. She dropped to the ground, I think she was stunned from hitting her head against the wall. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt, maybe I'd hit her a bit hard. Sarah lifted her head off the ground but her hair was covering her face. I could see her body shaking as she lifted a hand off the ground to push her hair behind her ears again. Very slowly she looked up at me. I don't think I've ever seen anyone look so angry. She had the look of my father in her eyes. Cold, and evil. She pulled herself to her feet once more, using the wall to support herself. Suddenly without warning she ran at me, knocking me to the floor. Her anger seem to fuel her strength and it was hard for me fight her off. I managed to grab her hands and flick her off, pinning her to the ground beneath me. "Get off me," she hissed, her words full of venom.

"And why would I want to do that?" She didn't answer, just continued to glare at me through her stone cold, unblinking eyes.

We lay like that for a while. Me not trusting her enough to move, and her, refusing to speak and never looking away. But after a while she seemed to relent, closing her eyes and turning her face away from me. I shifted my weight and stood up. I expected her to fly at me again, but she didn't move. I nudged her with my foot, but still she wouldn't move. "Get up, Mudblood," I spat. She opened her eyes and looked at me, with a smirk on her face and an insane look in her eyes. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out my wand. "Lose something, Draco?" What?! I reached into my pocket, there was no wand, she had my wand! How?? She laughed softly, seeming to read my mind. "When you've lived on the streets of Sydney for long enough, Draco, you pick up these kind of things."

"You filthy little pickpocket," I snarled.

"Now, now. No need to use that tone of voice. After all, I do have this now," she said, twirling my wand through her fingertips.

"Like you'd know how to use it. You're a disgrace to the name Malfoy."

"Like you'd know anything about d....What?" She stopped twirling the wand and pointed it at me, "You don't know anything about my family."

"My name is Malfoy." Sarah's hands dropped to her sides and her eyes widened in shock. "But..." She struggled to find the words but then stopped and looked at me with a new kind of recognition. "Draco?" she whispered, "but I've never heard anything about you."