Pain. He couldn't remember the last time he wasn't in pain. These days something was always hurting, some days, the pain was localised and he could shift to ease it, somewhat. Those were good days. Good days were far and few between.
Today was not a good day. The sight in his right eye had yet to fully return since being bounced off the walls, he saw everything through a murky grey film. He was certain his left knee was shattered from being levitated halfway to the high ceilings only to be dropped to the floor. There was sharp pain coming the back of skull, too, and something somewhere was bleeding.
Breathing hurt, blinking hurt, existing hurt.
As he lay sprawled on the marble floor of the west wing ballroom, trying not to breathe too hard, he noticed how very shiny it was, how clean it was. Shiny and clean, like it hadn't been the stage for the torture of Merlin knows how many people. How did they get it so shiny anyway? Was it polished after every torture? Would his blood be washed away like an accidental spill once he was dragged back to his cell?
"I'm waiting", she hissed from above him. He hadn't heard her coming towards him. His reprieve was over.
"Please", he whispered, voice raw and strained from screaming. There was blood coming from the back of his throat he noticed idly. His vocal cords had started bleeding, again.
"Sing."
"I-"
"Sing."
"Please, I-I can't anym-"
"No?", she asked "maybe you just need a little…..incentive"
"No! Please, no no no. I'll sing, I'll do it…please" he begged, coughing up blood.
"Too late." she chimed in undisguised amusement.
She stood then, gracefully, spinning on her toes before dancing across the room, "I want….a duet"
"Please, no…jus-"
"Bring her in."
Her laughter rang through the room. This was just game to game to her, a show, a joke.
A body was thrown down next him, face turned towards him, a face just as weary. Haggardly shorn filthy brown hair, glassy eyes, swollen jaw, bloodied and bruised.
"Draco"
"Mione"
"Now, now…..no time for idle chatter, it's time for your performance, lovelies!" she yelled gleefully, " and I think it'll be your very best."
CRUCIO
CRUCIO
CRUCIO
CRUCIO
And they did sing, they sang all night.
Sang their very best song, their last song.
And it was beautiful.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, reviews always appreciated.
