N/A:Next Chapter up, this shows some abuse so don't read if you don't like.

Chapter 2

The room is huge. Blinding white marble immersed among delicate ornaments, stately paintings and vaulted ceilings. Lucius stands in the centre of the room. Tall. Hard. Unfeeling. Dressed in sweeping black robes embossed with the Malfoy crest, his stormy eyes ablaze.

'Draco' he says. He doesn't shout or yell, just states it calmly. The great wooden doors at the head of the room swing open and Lucius watches his only son walk in.

'Yes Father?' Draco replies coldly, head bowed and in a voice that betrays no emotion. Gone is the characteristic sneer and cocky drawl.

'Look at me.' Draco raises his head slowly, and Lucius takes in the hollow cheekbones and deep shadows under his stormy eyes. His eyes. The only part of his perfect façade that is not blank or unfeeling. Eyes that betray pain, hatred and was that…fear. Yes, the Slytherin ice prince…scared. Lucius can't help but smirk at the fact that he has broken his son. Broken him like a man breaks a wild stallion at the stockyard.

'I think you know why you are here…'

Lucius frowns slightly at his son's lack of response and his high-heeled boots ring out on the polished marble floor as he makes his way towards his son. Draco doesn't move or flinch but Lucius can detect a slight stiffening of the young shoulders.

'Answer me when I speak to you,' Lucius hisses, backhanding Draco around the face as hard as he can. Draco's jaw jerks to the side before he snaps it back towards his father, an angry red weal appearing. Lucius smirks.

'Remove your shirt.'

Slowly and without breaking eye contact with his father Draco takes off his plain blue shirt. With his broad shoulders and chest Draco was hardly scrawny. Constant Quidditch practise had ensured large muscles and a sculpted physique, the pale planes of his torso complementing the flawless abs. His skin however was far from flawless, mottled with bruises, thick scars criss-crossing the white skin of his back and slashing through his chest.

'Turn around.' Lucius drawls slowly. Setting his jaw, Draco turns slowly exposing more of his flayed back towards Lucius. Lucius gently strokes the raised white scars as Draco tries to suppress a shudder. Slowly Lucius leans in, his breath caresses Draco's ear. 'This is your fault you know. Such a disappointment. You are not strong enough and you never will be, you bring disgrace on the family name. You do not deserve to live.'

These words cut Draco like a knife, though his face betrays nothing. He will not give his father the satisfaction of seeing him in pain. A muttered spell causes Draco to flinch, indicating it is an incantation he knows well. A sharp whistling is the only warning Draco gets as the transfigured cane lashes down on his skin, creating a line of fire.

Draco bites back a cry and struggles to keep his face impassive and the blows rain down harder and faster. His entire world is pain. Fire. Agony. He feels his own blood dribble down his back and splatter onto the floor. Squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the pain, a tear escapes and meanders slowly down his cheek.

Suddenly the blows stop and Draco almost cries out in relief.

'What's this?' Lucius taunts, 'Can't handle a few blows from a whip?' His voice suddenly turns harsh and cutting. 'Pathetic. Come on then, if you're so weak: scream for me.'

He smashes the whip across the pale stone face knocking his son to the floor. Draco clenches his jaw and struggles not to make a sound, not even trying to shield his body as his father slashes the whip wherever he can reach it. 'Come on, scream' Lucius sees pain explode in his son's eyes but his faces remains impassive and unemotional as ever. Growling Lucius throws the whip aside, noting his sons well disguised look if horror as he draws his wand.

'Iknowhowtomakeyouscream.Crucio.'

And suddenly Draco explodes; pain is all there is, all there will ever be. Hot, cutting. Cold, slicing. It tears his muscles and races to encircle his head in a cocoon of agony. His body twists and contorts in grotesque shapes only a sick bastard would think up. He desperately tries to keep back the screams that are building up, biting his lip till blood flows. Lucius increases the power and Draco manages for, perhaps, 30 seconds until the first scream escapes. It is not a scream though, it is a blood-curdling shriek of agony no person or animal should endure.

Lucius smirks at he thrashing son. 'Told you you would scream.' He whispers, to oquietly for Draco to hear.

Finally the screams subside and are replaced by choked sobs, but then Lucius hear a sound that chills his already cold blood.

'Please…please…ju…just stop…I'll do…any-anything.'

He lets off the curse. 'What was that?' He snarls. Draco, to busy coughing up blood, doesn't reply.

'Begging. My son, pure-blooded descendant of many great wizards…pleading. You disgust me. Now get up you pathetic excuse for a wizard.'

Draco wills his exhausted, screaming limbs to move but he is weighed down by a crushing darkness. He whimpers.

Luciusdragshissontohisfeetbyhisbloodstainedhair. 'Malfoysnever beg.' Hehisses,punctuatingeachwordwithablowtothefacebeforethrowinghissontothefloor,disgusted.Exitingtheroomsmoothlyhesparesnotevenabackwardglancetohisheirlyingonthefloorinapoolofhisownblood.

Draco if left lying on the floor, silent tears streaming down his face now that he is alone. Narcissa walks in once, shooting a tight-lipped glance at her broken son before wrinkling her nose and walking away. Like her dear husband not sparing a backward glance to her only son lying on a pool of his own blood.

Draco drifts in and out of consciousness, praying desperately for the pain to go away. A broken whisper.

'Save me.'

N/A:Thanks for reading please review! Don't know why some words at the end have no spaces between them; I have tried to sort it out but it wont. I hope its legible anyway.

Rori xx