"4997, 4998, 4999, 5000."
Dean Thomas switched legs, moving to his left so he could shake out the right. He brought his knee toward his chest to stretch his muscles, then pushed his leg back as far as it could go. He repeated these motions until he felt looser and his knee stopped cracking. Then began the count for his left leg, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5..." It had been three days, at best guess, since one of his captors had allowed him to lower his hands below his head.
This ritual did two things for him. First, it helped him make sure that time was passing while he remained trapped in the basement of Malfoy Manor. Second, he always had a rested leg to stand on so he wouldn't fall over again. With his wrists shackled to the ceiling he didn't want to dislocate his shoulders if, when, his legs gave out, he needed his legs to last. He was too heavy to only hang from the chains, hence the shoulder injury.
He couldn't do anything to ease the pain in his hands, having them over his head left them lifeless and gray.
It had taken hours of hanging by crippled. numb arms, screaming until he lost his voice, before someone came to snap his joints back together. The Deatheaters forgot to feed him for a few days as punishment for causing a ruckus. He was left alone in the dank, dark room the jingle of his chains the only company. He would learn to appreciate the solitude.
His counting was interrupted when Dean heard a new sound. Panic kicked in as he tried to name the noise of a door being unlocked.
A tall man with platinum blonde hair strode into the room, the ferrety look on his face made Dean sure that this must be Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy. Prancing in behind the man came a familiar face from wanted posters over the last few years, Bellatrix Lestrange. Knowing that the arrival of two top Deatheaters could mean nothing but trouble and pain, the prisoner shuffled his body so that his weight fully rested on his legs. He tried to look confident and relaxed, put on a brave face.
Bellatrix got into that face, "Mmmmm, the little boy thinks he's going to fight. That is adorable, isn't it Lucius?" His exhausted body began to shake as Bellatrix sniffed the air around his head. She looked into his eyes, noted the panic. In slow motion, Dean watched as the pink tip of her tongue emerged from her artificially red lips. Her mouth latched on to his, the tip wiggling between his lips before exploring his clenched teeth. "Tsk, Tsk. Someone hasn't been brushing." Bellatrix let loose a maniacal laugh and turned to Lucius, the laughed died as she snapped, "Clean him!"
Lucius traded places with Bella, pointing his wand at Dean's body the man muttered, "Scourify!" Dean felt the layers of stink and filth disappear, he had occasionally been cleaned like this in the past few weeks but had not had a proper shower since leaving home to go on the run. If he wasn't so terrified he would almost feel grateful. Lucius made a good job of cleaning the boy up then stepped back to gaze at him. "All bright and shiny and new again."
Bella came up behind the shackled boy, pressing the side of a small knife against his throat. The bone handled knife caught the collar of his t-shirt, cutting into the fabric. She bit his earlobe, causing Dean to cut himself on the knife as he reacted to the surprise. "So jumpy. We're just interested to see what is under these Muggle clothes, see if your filthy Mudblood body can compare with a pure blood." Bella purred into Dean's ear as the knife ripped through the rest of his shirt. "Luca, clean up the blood."
Expecting another spell to close the wound, Dean recoiled as Lucius licked at the gash, lapping the blood off, digging his tongue into the wound and biting the surrounding skin.
Bella rubbed her chest as she watched Lucius gnaw on the boy. She began panting as her hand slipped under her corset to molest her skin, "So hungry Luca? Lets get you something better to eat. And some background music I think."
A/N No, for reals, you probably should stop reading here. Next chapter includes rape and abuse and nasty bits and ewwww. And screaming lots of screaming. I am putting out the warning sign, please turn back if under 18.
