Deranged laughter echoes through the prison walls.
The screams of those slowly dying. There is a bitter sadness cascading in her bones.
Dementors lurk in the dark, seeking any ounce of happiness they can tear from one's soul.
Her ankles are chained to the stone ground. She lays there on the floor.
Broken.
Raped.
Tortured.
Just because she is callous does not mean she cannot feel pain.
Blood was matted in her dark, once beautiful, hair as she lay dying.
She could give up like so many before her. Take her life to end the suffering.
She would never do that to the dark lord. He was coming back.
"Tomorrow" she would whisper to herself.
"Tomorrow he will come"
Her long fingernails gouge her skin. Warm blood drips down her face.
A drop of blood lands into her mouth.
She yells out in ecstasy. She bites down on the inside of her cheeks.
Breaking skin.
Releasing blood.
Her mouth fills with the warm crimson that is bursting from broken veins
She threw her head back laughing.