Shh, be quiet, I'm working.
"Shh, be quiet."
Click.
Perfectly-spaced display cases...
Clickety-clack.
Gold-trimmed and evenly-spaced display cases that duly reflected sunlight...
Click. Brrrrring!
Behind the rickety folding table with an aged typewriter on top of it, six perfectly-spaced and gold-trimmed display cases ...
Click.
Sitting at the typewriter, a man reads...
Clickety-Clack, Brrrrring!
He is finished working.
Hermione screams behind her gag, moving furiously to get out of her rope bondage. Her face is streaked with tears, her clothes are gone. A cauldron bubbles over with steam, bubbles, and the smell of blood. She chokes in the steam.
"Shhh, be quiet, I'm working," he whispers at the girl in front of him.
Click.
...display cases hang against the cold stone.
Clickety-Clack.
...duly reflected sunlight around the small, cluttered basement, illuminating how some of the weapons, favorable to others, are newly cleaned while others collect dust.
Click. Brrrrring!
...gold-trimmed display cases each contain the body of a young female, stiff with death. Their faces have similar expressions of pain; cuts, burns, bones, visible organs, bruises are the only disruption to their porcelain skin. Only one still has all of its limbs.
Click.
...a man reads the label he made. Full name, date of birth, date of death, and hometown. He glances at the other labels in the display cases, confirming that the format matches.
Clickety-clack, Brrrrring!
He is finished working. He slides the card into the last empty display-case, grinning, and turns around to decide how to create his next doll.
Word Count: 246
Professor Tonksiisms's "Three Terms at Hogwarts" Competition: Word Prompt: Cauldron (100-250 words)