********WARNING*******
This chapter will contain torture. It will be almost all, if not all, of the chapter. If that doesn't bug you, then continue reading on... feel free. If that does bother you please don't read this. Thank you. -Levi

Draco

Groaning, my eyes fluttered open and pain seared my head. A blistering headache. "What h-happened?" I muttered. The last thing I remember was Hagrid telling us we needed to get to the castle. Now I was here... wherever here was.

It was cold and damp, darkness everywhere. Not a trace of light to be seen. I tried to massage my temples, to alleviate the headache but I couldn't move my wrists. Frowning, I stuggled until I realized that my hands were bound. My feet were too. What the hell happened?

A loud creaking sounded as a door opened. I hissed, closing my eyes because of the light assulting my vision. A man stood silhouetted against the blaring light. "Well, well it seems your finally awake." he chuckled as he scrambled towards me. He flicked on the lights as he did so and I stared into his eyes, wondering why they looked so familiar.

"Who are you?"

"You don't recognize me? Of course you don't. My son looked ridiculous when you followed him last year." He growled and stepped back, staring at him.

"Last year... wait your son... Voldemort?" I asked.

"Don't speak that filthy name. His name was Tom Riddle." he spat.

"You still didn't answer me. Who are you?"

"Tom Riddle. Named after me." My eyes widened and I glared at him soon after. "Enough of this talk. Let's get down to the real reason I brought you here." he smiled wickedly.

"And, what is that reason?" I asked gulping. His smile grew and I suddenly feared what was going to happen. He left and came back, a tray full of weapons just to his left, and I gulped again, knowing where this was going. "Before you start..." I blurted out suddenly, trying to delay the pain. "Could you at least tell me why you are going to do this."

"My filthy wizard son of course. I hated that he was abnormal but I never wanted him to die. When you and your family turned and left him, it made his side weaker, leaving him open to be killed, which is exactly what had happened. So I am going to hurt you and all of the people he was against for getting him killed."

I sat there frozen, not knowing what to do. Light reflecting off of something caught my attention, snapping me back to reality. I started laughing and he frowned at me. "What?"

"You are going to stab me? How original. Get more creative." I chuckled and he smiled again. My laughing stopped and I swallowed thickly, wondering what he actually had in store.

"Nope I am going to use and old technique called the Blood Eagle."

"Doesn't that kill people?" I asked worriedly and he nodded. Well at least it will be over quickly. He must have noticed my reaction because he smiled even wider.

"Oh don't worry... that won't be the end of it. There will be more."

"How? You aren't exactly a wizard." I said, noticing he actually left to get the stuff instead of snapping his fingers and making it appear. "Unless... Unless you have someone else to heal me." His eyes twinkled and I knew that I had gotten it right. I groaned and let my head fall afainst my chest.

He untied my hands, quickly binding them with shackles so that I couldn't get out. He was smart. Then he untied my legs, breaking the bones so I couldn't use my legs to inflict any pain on him. He yanked the chair from out under me and tightened the chains until I was hanging against the wall, my back facing him. He slowly cut into my back with the blade. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he tore the skin away from my back.

Tears filled my eyes and I continued biting my lip. I didn't want to allow this man to see me scream but when he continued to break my ribs and twist them, I couldn't hold it in. I screamed and thrashed as he twisted them into wings. I couldn't hear anymore cracking as scream after scream tore my throat raw. "Now this is the fun part." He said chuckling. I sobbed as he called someone in. "Keep him alive and awake as I do this." he whispered. I didn't know how the person was supposed to do that but they did.

Screams tore my throat as Tom pulled at my lungs, draping them over my bloody ribbed wings. He then cackled as he nodded to the wizard behind me. He muttered a spell which slowly started healing me in the most painful way possible. I could feel every piece of my lung as it relocated itself but it felt like my skin was being slowly peeled off. Bones slowly cracking and breaking back into place, making me arch my back in pain.

Tears poured out of my eyes as my ribs burned until they finally fit in place. The pain subsided and I took deep, wuivering breaths. My chest hurting each time I took one. He chuckled as he did the same thing again except he didn't tear out my lungs this time. He also didn't heal me and I stared wide eyed as the chains were lifted up. I hung, just off of the ground, my arms sore as they slowly slid out of their sockets.

It was then I noticed a large pot, one you'd find in movies, filled to the brim with murky water. The pulley, which the chains were attatched to, moved over the pot. I looked down in horror because I knew it would burn. He slowly lowered me into the pot, keeping my head above the water so that I could scream as the salt leaked into my bones. He then lit the fire underneath the pot and the water began to boil. The salt still stung and the boiling water burning my skin as the wizard started healing me.

The bones started cracking into place, just as painful as last time. The boiling water still rushing through my body as skin got pieced back together. "Stop... please stop." I begged.

"Already... I'm only just getting started?" And my body shook with sobs as the pain continued.

After that extremely painful process was over I saw Tom stoking a fire. The light turned on and there was a massive, brass bull standing over the shackles were taken off and I crumpled to the floor and lay helpless as Tom dragged me over to the bull. He somehow managed to get me two feet above his head and into the little compatment. He quickly closed the door and I realized how hot it was getting. The metal around me heated up quickly and my sking bunred. I tried to blow on the sides to cool it down but it didn't work.

I was slowly burning alive. The heat singed my brows and I screamed as I was roasted. I closed my eyes, still screaming, but accepting the fact that I was going to die. Suddenly a cold air rushed through the bull and I was yanked out of the conraption. I was once again in shackles but this time hanging in the middle of the room. My arms almost out of their sockets, the floor just too far out of reach.

My head dangled, chin against my chest and I looked up at him, through my hair, and watched as he paced back and forth. He was probably trying to figure out what to do next. He looked at his tools and decided on the whip. He grabbed it, grinning like a madman, and made his way over to my backside. THe crack of the whip warned me moments before it slapped my spine. I arched my back in pain and hissed. He started laughing as he continued to whip my back. Scars reopened over time, sticky blood pooling by my feet as my body jerked against the cuffs, making my wrists raw.

He pummled me, kicking my back, hitting my face, breaking limbs slowly. He tore off fingernails and at last decided he wanted to use the knife. He grabbed it and stuck it in the gash on my back, dragging it down. I screamed as he skinned my back slowly. Chuckling as he continued to hit me and cut my gashes. There was blood everywhere. I could taste it in my mouth and I spat it out.

Blackness started filling my vision and I started nodding off but he punched me so hard in the face that he split my lip. I spat blood out again, this time in his face. He glared up at me before leaning down shackling my ankles. He flicked the switch off to his left the chains started pullig in opposite directions and my skin slowly ripped apart and I screamed in agony. He watched in glee as I thrashed trying to free myself. I pulled my hands down, the shackles scraping off the skin and blood dripped down my wrists.

Finally he turned it off, not wanting to kill me just yet. I found myself pleading that he would. I couldn't take this much longer. It hurt too much. "Please... Please stop it." I begged. "Please just kill me now." He shook his head and released my arms from the shackles. I flee to the floor in a crumpled mess, sobbing and bleeding. He grabbed a torch and my eyes widened.

He stalked towards me, the fire on and I watched as he burned me. They brought the torch up to my eye, burning the skin around it. I refused to jerk or move because I feared he would get my actual eye if I did. It hurt too much. He pulled away satisfied with the result and I sighed at the small break I was given. Then I felt something push into my back and up through my spine, raking my heart. I couldn't move too much or the blade would pierce my heart and I would die. I grunted and waited for the blade to be moved.

Once it left I relaxedd a bit, waiting for the next bout of torture. I vaguely felt something being clasped around my ankle and her chains rattling, but I was in too much pain to move much. A loud roar started as the machine turned on. I was blacking out slowly before there was a scrape against my back. A machine started moving, going quickly, dragging me across the floor.

Blood leaked from my back and I screamed as more cuts and bruises formed on my back from being dragged around. I knew that my ankle was broken and I also knew that being dragged around was going to infect the wounds on my back. Suddenly the machine stopped and I hit my head hard. Blackness clouded my vision and I grunted one last grunt before passing out.

When I came to I was tied to another chair and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw no one was there. None of my injuries were healed which lead me to believe that I was only to be healed if it was extreme torture. I tried to free my hand, wincing at how raw my wrists were.

"Glad to see that you're awake. The fun is only just starting." Tom said with another wicked grin as he stalked towards me.

I am so sorry about the crappy chapter. I hope it wasn't to horrible or detailed. I did warn you but again I don't know how good the story was anyway. Thank you if you are still reading this fic. It means alot. -Levi