Summary: Draco may be abused, broken, and a lot of other things but he has never been evil. Now he'll have his chance to prove it, but will it destroy him completely?

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, rape, self injury, mental breakdowns, angsty people, and other fun stuff…

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"You feel so lonely and ragged…'

'You lay there broken and naked…'

'My love is just waiting…'

'…To clothe you in crimson roses…'

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Prologue:

Evil. Evil is pure darkness, evil is fathers that get their kicks out of abusing their only child for anything he views as weakness. Emotions, tears, expressions. Being who you are, not wanting the very symbol of darkness branded into your arm. mothers who leave the room, death eaters, the dark lord, Lucius Malfoy.

All of these things are evil and dark, and though I bare these marks, I, Draco Malfoy, could never be evil.

…for I don't have the heart…

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Chapter One Begins:

The manor was dark and silent except for the footfall of my captors. I failed my mission to kill Dumbledore, and ever since then I had been stuck in these inhumanely small cell, held captive in my own home. I was just their toy, I always was and I knew it. They've filled my past, playing with me, taunting and abusing and…unspeakable.

I cringed as the sound moved closer, terrified.

'keep going; don't stop here, just this once.'

I knew it was useless, they had come every day. Today would be no different. Those awful people, they would just keep coming to beat me, leave me feeling dirty, and worthless, and ashamed, to violate me. Its times like this when I wish I'd been strong enough to do it, when I had the chance.

If only I had a razor to make me bleed the pain would disappear…

~Flashback~

I was hiding in my room, cowering. Disgraceful, surely, but it was better than being anywhere near my father today. I broke a large vase, a family heirloom, impossible to replace, earlier today and I'd already been severely punished. Eleven lashes to my back, a broken wrist, ankle and nose. Thankfully my nose had been healed because it was to obviously visible, however he made sure my wrist and ankle were left alone.

I whipped my head toward the door as I heard multiple sets of heavy, drunken footsteps and boisterous, evil laughter. I scrambled as best as I could to the top of my bed, curling up to make myself as small as possible.

The door flung open and crashed loudly against the wall, revealing my father and his 'friend' who were clearly drunk and ready to have some 'fun.' My father sneered cruelly at me, seeing the fear and sheer panic in my eyes.

"You have fun with him, Macnair." My father said, soaking in my fear for a few more seconds before turning promptly on his heel and leaving.

"Oh, don't you worry, I will." He whispered harshly, approaching me like a large cat stalks its prey. His dull eyes were absolutely predatory…

~~~breakline~~~

I woke up a few hours later. I felt sticky and I was covered in my own blood. I sat up, a sob wracking my body as I felt a white hot, blinding pain shoot up my back.

I felt worthless and ashamed of myself for not being able to do anything to stop him, to stop what happened. I'd given him the pleasure of letting him hear my screams and cries as I was violated against my will. I felt a strong surge of disgust and rage. At my Father, at that man, at myself. I got up and stumbled, limping to the bathroom, ignoring the breathtakingly agonizing pain. I looked up, seeing my reflection in the mirror above the sink, my hair tangled and matted, lips swollen, a bruise forming across my left cheek where he hit me.

I turned and reached slowly for the door knob and went back to my room. I kneeled over by my bed and searched underneath it for the knife I kept hidden there.

Feeling the cool handle, I grasped it and stood again, crossing the hall back to the bathroom. I looked back up into the mirror once again, seeing the face and features I hated so much, and turned back to the knife in my hand. I could do this now and end it all, the only thing stopping me was my mother voice, pleading with me not to do it. Her beautiful face popped into my mind. If I killed myself what would stop my father from redirecting his aggressions towards her? I couldn't let that happen to her no matter what it cost me, so I settled just for making cuts litter my arms as the tears rolled down my face.

~End Flashback~

That had been the first time I'd contemplated suicide, the first time I'd held a knife to my wrists at only ten years old, but it certainly wasn't the last. My mother had always been the thing stopping me, but she'd shown her true colors too. Watching me be tortured, raped, beaten, and just turning her head and leaving the room when I called out for her.

Now, I had a feeling it was going to happen all over again, and I wouldn't even have the merciful thought of death after. I'd lost count of how many days I've been here, and not so slowly, I was going insane.

Finally the sound of footsteps ceased as they stopped in front of the cell. I try to look like I don't even notice them as they stand there, all the while my insides are really screaming 'not again.' One of them unlocks the door and I spare a glance at them. Just two of them, minor players, not big shots like my father for instance.

"Come on, Malfoy," one of them addresses me. I ignore him completely, pretending I don't hear anything. The other one growls in frustration, grabbing an arm and pulling me forward after another moment of my silence.

"The Dark Lord wants to see you. NOW!" he barks out when I still don't respond. I just look up at him, stunned. The Dark Lord doesn't often do his own dirty work.

They take advantage of my moment of surprise to bind my hands together behind my back, and lead me out of the cell, upstairs. It's still cold up here buts its nothing compared to the freezing air down in the dungeons. Still the skin on my bare arms and chest prickles, goosebumps rising.

I try not to think too much about what might happen next as we approach my father's study, the current headquarters. The man not busy directing me forward opens the door and I'm pushed in, falling to my knees as the door closes swiftly behind me. I struggle to sit up in a more dignified manor and see that there are three other people in the room besides me; Fenrir Greyback, the Dark Lord himself, and my pathetic excuse for a dad.

'what a fun little gathering,' I think sardonically.

"Well, well, well, thank you ever sssso much, nice of you to join usss, ."

'ummm, not like I had much of a choice,' I think hysterically.

"My pleasure, my Lord." I have no idea where this is going.

" I'm sssssure it isss. I trust you've learned you're lessssson?"

"Of course, my Lord. I'm so very sorry for my lack of action, please forgive me, if you could just give me another chance I could prove to you how sorry I am." Oh god, this could be my only chance.

"I'm very glad you've ssssaid that, becaussse I have a propossssition for you. This will be your only chance, Draco, don't fail me again or I asssssure you your punissssshment will be a thoussssand timessss worssse than the lassst."

"Yes, my Lord, you will not regret this."

"I've found ssssome very interesssting information about the Potter boy and his little friendssss. They plan to be here by nightfall and bring me down. You are to guard the halls, and don't even think of betraying me, Fenrir will be keeping an eye on you, jussst in cassse." Fenrir smirked darkly at my from his place behind the Dark Lord's throne at the mention of his named.

"Yes sir, I swear I won't let you down this time," I lied smoothly through my teeth.

"Good."

The men who had dragged me in here now returned, lifting me to my feet and leading me off to find fresh clothes…

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"Are you sure about this my Lord," Lucius asked as his son was taken from the room.

"Hi might try to-" he was cut off as the Dark Lord held up his hand.

"Trusssst me, thisss will go exactly assss I planned. Fenrir knowsss who to handle it if the boy triessss to get away."

"Yes sir, of course, I'm sorry for expressing any doubt," the blonde replied.

"It is fine, Lucius. He's just our toy."

~Chapter One Ends~

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Hello readers! I got this idea almost two months ago and so now I've finally started to write it down. The next chapter will be the juicy stuff you've all been waiting for. I'm not sure how long this story will be just yet, it'll all depend on your reaction and whether you guys want me to keep going or not.

Anyways I hope you liked it, and please review and tell me what you think!