'Please let me go!' I begged.

The deatheaters laughed in my face. 'I don't think so, whore.'

'Please! I'll do anything! I have more money than you can dream of! Just let me go!'

They laughed even harder.

'We've got money too, princess.' One of them said to me.

They dragged me up three flights of stairs and turned to the right before throwing me in a large bedroom.

I fell hard against the cold, stone floor.

I heard the door lock as the two deatheaters left.

I got up quickly. There has got to be a way out! A window, a fireplace, anything!

Oh god, why don't I know how to apparate?! Whoever made the rule that you had to be of age, is nuts! What if people need it for dire situations? LIKE ME!

He had windows, and a fireplace.

I ran to the fireplace first. No powder. Fuck!

I ran to the windows next. It wouldn't budge. I concentrated on opening the window, using wandless magic.

Didn't work.

Dammit!

I took a deep sigh and punched the glass of the window.

I heard a crack and screamed.

I had just broken my hand, but the window was still as good as ever.

I pushed back the tears that were welling up in my eyes.

This isn't a time to cry. I've got to get out if here!

I ran to the door. I have to get it opened somehow.

I took deep breaths and cleared my mind, focusing all my efforts on opening the door.

'Alohomora!'

I heard a click.

It worked! I did it! I really did it!

Suddenly, all my happiness vanished.

It was not me, who had unlocked the door.

The Dark Lord walked in, an evil merciless smirk plastered on his face.

He eyes swept over my body, and he let out a very hunger-like growl.

I screamed and ran to the other side of the room, back to the window.

'ALOHOMORA!' I screamed.

It was useless. It wouldn't open.

I heard him laugh cruelly behind me. He was coming closer and closer.

'No!' I screamed. I tried running again.

But, I was slammed onto my back, on the floor. My head also, banged painfully against it. Shooting pain ran through my head and for a few moments, I could not see. The immensity of the pain had temporarily blurred my vision.

I felt a kick to my side, making me cough.

Slowly, my vision began to become clear. I tried getting up only to find that I was bound by invisible ropes, onto the floor.

I was lying on the floor, my hands above my head, my wrists rightly secured. My legs were spread apart, my ankles also tightly secured.

I struggled, but the only part of my body I was able to move was my head, and that was only slightly, as well as my torso. That did me no good though.

'Struggle all you like, muggle.' The Dark Lord hissed at me. 'I find whores to be much more...pleasuring when they're taken against their will.'

Oh god. He's sick! And...Muggle? surely he realizes I'm a Pureblood?

He climbed on top of me.

I stopped struggling out of shock.

He...looked different.

He no longer looked like a snake. His eyes were still red, but everything else seemed human. He had nice black hair, tanned skin, proper lips, and he was no longer skeletal. He still looked evil, but was much more pleasing to stare at.

If I didn't know who he was, I might've even thought he was handsome.

Minus the eyes.

'You like this better?' he asked. 'This is how I normally look. Consider yourself lucky, bitch. I don't normally let anyone see me as my true self.'

'Lucky?!' I spat. 'I'd rather be anyone else at this very moment!'

He backhanded me. I felt blood dripping from my mouth.

'You know, your uncle will punish you if he hears you weren't a good little girl.' The Dark Lord mocked.

I'd rather face my uncle's punishment than to be in here with him!

'GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU SICK, TWISTED, EVIL, SOULESS BASTARD!' I roared at him.

His fist collided with my mouth. More blood.

I moaned in pain. I was still bound to the floor, there was only so much I could do. The floor was cold, and I was wearing a short, backless dress. I could feel the cold, hard, stone on my back. It sent chills up and down my spine.

The Dark Lord took out his wand.

Oh no.

'Crucio.'

'!'

I'm sure everyone within a 100 mile radius had heard me scream. I had been under the Cruciatus before but no one had ever caused me this much pain. If I were able to move, I'm sure I would've clawed my own eyes out of their sockets. I'm pretty sure I would've ripped my hair out and tear my own flesh apart. It would've hurt far less than this.

And then he lifted the curse.

How long was that? 5 minutes? 10? 20?

I still felt it. The aftermath of the Cruciatus had left me shaking, and twitching, however much I could.

'When I win this war, when the entire world is in my hands, traitors like you will be punished daily.' The Dark Lord yelled, slapping me as he spoke.

My face was bruised, I could feel it. Blood was filling up in my mouth. I turned my head slightly to the right and spit it out.'

'You're lucky my deatheater took such an interest in you.' He hissed in my ear, pulling my hair, to make sure I was close to his face. 'Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get away with only one whipping a day.'

I remember Rodolphus implying that things will only get worse.

'Or maybe two.' The Dark Lord said, licking the blood from my mouth. 'One from your master and one from me.'

I shuddered. This had nothing to do with the coldness of the floor.

The Dark lord, made his way down. He grabbed the front of my dress, and with unbelievable force, he ripped it open. I struggled as he ripped my dress, revealing my breasts.

He pulled my dress down till it reached the bottom of my stomach. He started at the top, roughly kissing my deck, drawing blood from him. He made his way down slowly, stopping at my breasts. He squeezed them, painfully, with his hands. I groaned painfully and he brought his mouth down on them, sucking on my breasts until they were raw.

I felt so sore. My entire body hurt.

The blood from my mouth was mixing with my tears, which was flowing fast and freely from my eyes.

He went lower, kissing my stomach now. He then, put each of his legs on each of my sides, and began to straddle me. I was unable to move, and therefore felt full force of his body on top of mine. He however, seemed to be enjoying himself very much. Moaning, hissing and growling as he continued.

He took his right hand, and slid in under my dress and under my panties, before sliding two of his fingers into me. I struggled even more against the binding as he pushed his finger deeper, moving them inside me faster and faster.

'STOP!' I Begged. 'STOP, YOU MOSTER!'

He did not listen. He pulled his fingers out quickly, hurting me a bit in the process.

He ripped my dress completely now, leaving me in just my panties.

But that also went very quickly, as he ripped them off, leaving me entirely nude and exposed, besides my boots.

I sobbed uncontrollably. All I felt was pain, and more pain. There wasn't even any room for humiliation. This man was going to take over the world? This cruel, sadistic, bastard?

The Dark Lord began to undress himself, removing his robes and the clothes he had underneath them. I shut my eyes as hard as I could.

But I opened them as I felt a slap across my face.

'Look at me!' He yelled at me. 'Look at your master!' He grabbed a handful of my hair.

I stared up with him, and with as much malice as I could mange I yelled, 'RODOLPHUS is my only master!'

The Dark Lord smirked. 'You know, I can take you from him, if I like and he will gladly oblige. Do not tempt me, muggle.'

He let go of my hair.

I had so many questions running through my mind. Could he really take me away from Rodolphus? Would he actually do it? Would Rodolphus let him? Would he actually be happy about it?

I settled on asking, 'Why do you call me muggle?!'

I did not mean to sound so disgusted. Not at all. I've got nothing against Muggles.

Nothing.

'You have as much right to do magic as those filthy Muggles' He hissed, shoving two fingers inside of me again.

Despite myself I moaned and the Dark Lord chuckled.

'I'm a –' I stopped speaking, feeling tenser and tenser.

He pulled his fingers out of me.

'You're what?' He asked, cruelly, pulling my hair again, making my head snap up.

'Pureblood.'

He smirked.

'Bloodtraitor.' He corrected.

And then he pushed inside of me.

I scream. Whether out of ecstasy or pain, I wasn't exactly sure. I was moaning and breathing so hard, and yet also screaming.

The Dark Lord seemed to enjoy this.

The harder he trusted, the closer I got to my climax.

And everything everyone said about the Dark Lord was true. He was a cruel, merciless man, if you could even call him that. He had not one once of guilt in him, and literally got off on other people's pain an misery.

I spend the entire night with the Dark Lord. He fucked me, tortured me, whipped me, insulted me, made me scream, and made me cry.

But he made me moan, and smile, and laugh. I climaxed with him several times. Way more than I ever did with Rodolphus, or with Lucius.

He had me begging for death one second and begging for sex the other.

And I knew why it was such an honour to be around him. His very presence was intoxicating. He gave off this surge of power everywhere he went. Power honestly just emitted from his body.

He was horrible, and yet so incredible.

He literally was just indescribable.

**

'Take her.' The Dark Lord said, throwing me at my uncle's feet.

He did not look down at me and I did not look up at him.

'Thank you, Master. I hope she was up to your standards.' My uncle said, sounding nervous.

'She was rather enjoyable.' The Dark Lord commented. 'Rodolphus could not have picked a better mistress.'

My uncle nodded and before I knew it, we were apparating back home. His home.

We landed, and I was still on the floor, by his feet.

'We should get you packed up. Your aunt and uncle will be expecting you soon. It's been a week and – '

He stopped talking as I began to laugh, hysterically, almost manically.

'Did he hurt you?' My uncle asked uncertainly.

I looked up at him, a huge smirk across my face. 'Did he hurt me? Of course he hurt me! He's the Dark Lord!'

Again, I laughed.

My Uncle just watched me.

'I've never seen someone lose their mind this fast.'

I stopped laughing. 'I'm not mad. It was the best night of my life. Oh, Uncle Nate, thank you.'

I hugged him, and he hugged me back, surprised.

'I was half expecting you to try and kill me.' He admitted.

I shook my head, smiling. 'Everything everyone says about the Dark Lord is right.'

My uncle nodded. 'I know.'

**

'Anne, you're back.' James said, as I came through their fireplace.

I nodded, actually happy upon seeing my cousin.

'How are you?' I asked. 'I've missed you.'

James looked like he was considering whether or not I was lying.

It's weird. I don't know why it still surprises me how bad it got between the both of us.

'I've missed you too.' He said, trying to hide the uncertainty in his voice.

'Where's your dad? I've got something to ask him.'

James started to walk to the other room, the dining room, and I saw my aunt and uncle.

'Anne!' My Anne greeted my happily, looking relieved.

I supposed they always expect my uncle to kill me. I'm not worried about that anymore. I know my uncle loves me.

'Can I have a word with you?' I asked, looking at my uncle.

He looked at me, unsure of what it was that I wanted to talk about. My aunt and James both stood, awkwardly.

'You can all stay.' I said, to both of them.

I sat down on one of my chairs, my aunt and James did the same. My uncle was already seated.

'I was wondering, Uncle Charles, since you're an Auror and all, and this war is getting worse, if you would train me and James...?'

James looked surprised, but did not seem to be against the idea.

'Train you? Anne, although that seems like a wonderful, and incredibly intelligent idea, you just finished your third year. You're much too young.' My uncle said.

'Well, I'm older than her.' James said. 'She's still 13.'

I glared at James. 'You're older by four months! And I'm turning 14 next month and what's that got to do with anything, Uncle Charles!?'

'You're not allowed to do magic outside of school, and while, the two of you get away with it, because you live amongst magical families, I still work for the ministry, and thus, have to follow their rules!' My uncle said.

'Well, I think you owe me!' I exclaimed.

James tensed, he knew what was coming. My uncle wasn't aware that I knew yet.

'I owe you?' My uncle asked, disbelievingly. 'I take you in, raise you as if you were my own daughter, I feed you, take care of you, protect, and let you do whatever you want, and you think I owe you? Why is that, Anne?'

'Because you made me think my parents abandoned me.' I told him, trying to keep my voice steady. 'You are the whole reason I got stuck in this mess. Had I known the truth, I would have known to stay away from Rodolphus. He is the entire cause of my parent's death, and you knew all about it and lied to me.'

All the colour drained from both my uncle's and my aunt's face.

'Anne...' My aunt said, softly. 'You've got to understand – '

'You've got to understand that I need all the help I could get. I do not blame you for doing what you did. But I need to know how to fight and defend myself.'

My uncle sighed, nodded and got up to leave the room.

My aunt soon followed, and James and I were the only ones left.

'I just don't understand you, Anne.' James said to me.

'Don't try to.' I said.

**

I went to go see Rodolphus, eventually. I've barely seen him all summer.

It was strange though.

I don't know what was different. Whether it was him, or me, or the both of us. But something, was certainly different.

Rodolphus looked older when I saw him. All the stress of being a deatheater, I'm guessing. I've grown up quite a lot too. All the stress of being me, I suppose.

I was lying on Rodolphus's bed, and he was on top of me trailing kissing down my neck.

Everything was silent, none of us talked, and thought Rodolphus was on top of me, trying to get something started, nothing was happening. It was if my mind just shut itself down, around him.

Rodolphus gave up, eventually. Silently, getting off me, and then he headed towards his desk.

He began writing something, or doing some work. Just something. His attention was no longer on me.

And so, I lay on his bed, and he worked at his desk. The two of us silent.

I've got to admit, I wasn't expecting this when I came over. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't this.

I looked to my side, and found a book lying on his nightstand. I reached over and grabbed for it.

'Leave it.' I heard Rodolphus say.

'Can't I read it?' I asked, confused.

'No stay still and do nothing.' He snapped at me.

I put the book away and just stared at his back, having nothing else to do.

Hours later, he was still working, and I was still just lying on his bed, staring at his room.

It hasn't changed. It never does. Still no colours besides green, black, silver and white.

I got off the bed, and started to make my way to the door.

'Where are you going?' Rodolphus asked, not looking up from his work.

'To find Rabastan.' I told him.

'No, go back to what you were doing.' Rodolphus said, no emotion evident in his voice.

'I wasn't doing anything.' I told him. 'I'm bored.'

'It isn't my job to entertain you.'

'I'm leaving.' I told Rodolphus.

I've wasted too much of my time, waiting for something to happen. It was obvious, that neither of us were in the mood for each other today.

Rodolphus got off his desk, finally.

'Get back to bed.' He told me.

'What's wrong with you?' I asked him.

'What's wrong with you?' he asked me.

He grabbed my hand, and led me to his bed, and climbed on top of me again.

I suppose we're going to give this another try.

Rodolphus took his shirt off, and took mine of as well, and began to kiss me roughly.

It still was not working. I don't know what was wrong. Something felt off.

Once he pulled away, to steady his breath, I turned my head away from him.

He ignored this, and began kissing my neck instead. I twisted and turned underneath him. He ignored this, too.

'Rodolphus!' I gasped.

He hissed, and got off me, just lying beside me on the bed now.

I turned my back towards him, and mumbled an apology.

Rodolphus ignored this as well.

The two of us lay in silence for a long time, before someone opened the door.

I looked up at the sound of Rabastan's voice. 'Why are you two just lying there?'

I didn't answer, and neither did Rodolphus.

'Well, dinner is ready, if you wanna come eat. Anne, they want you to join as well.'

Rodolphus got up, and I soon followed. He went ahead of me, and Rabastan waited.

'What's going on with you two?'

I shrugged, not wanting to get into it.

We arrived at the table, and began eating quite soon.

Everyone made conversation at the table, including me, but Rodolphus remained silent.

'Rodolphus, you're awfully quiet tonight.' His mom finally commented.

'So?' Rodolphus snapped.

I bit my tongue. I don't think this is going to end well.

'Don't use that tone with your mother, Rodolphus.' His dad warned.

'Oh no, I wouldn't want to upset her now, would I?' Rodolphus said, sarcastically.

'Shut up, Rodolphus.' Rabastan said, thinking along the same lines as me.

Rodolphus angrily pushed his chair back, and walked towards me, grabbing my hand and making me stand up.

'Let's go.' He told me, not really giving me a choice.

I gave his family and apologetic look, and began walking with him.

He pulled me roughly outside, walking at a fast pace. I had trouble keeping up, he was practically dragging me and I was trying not to trip.

'Where are we going?' I asked him.

'Somewhere to have some fun.' He told me.

'Get on!' He told me, as we reached his broom.

I got on, still confused, and he got on behind me. He wrapped one arm around my waist, and used the other to direct the broom. I clutched onto the arm holding on to my waist, and we began to fly.

He flew for a long distance, before finally landing in a neighbourhood.

'Follow me.' He told me.

I followed him, staying as close to him as possible. It was really dark outside. I wonder what time it was? It must be pretty late.

He took me into some alleyway. I gave him a question look and then I noticed him conjure something. Some black robes and a white mask.

I frowned at him.

'Are you on a mission, or on duty or something?' I asked him.

He shook his head. 'No, I told you. It's for fun. Wear this!'

He had conjured some black robes with me. Mine had a hood.

'Put it on.'

I obeyed, unsure of what was going on.

Then Rodolphus put his wand to his arm, and then suddenly, several figures had apparated around us.

'What is it?' Someone asked.

'What's going on?'

'Why'd you call?'

'To have fun.' Rodolphus answered.

I only knew it was Rodolphus because he was beside me. They all sounded the same underneath their masks.

I heard the others murmur excitedly and before I knew it, Rodolphus grabbed my hand again, and we began to walk, all in a group through the dark streets.

'Is that Anne?' Someone asked.

'Yes.' Rodolphus answered. 'She seemed quite bored today. I supposed I could show her a good time.'

I don't know why but I felt uneasy.

'Who are you?' I asked.

The person laughed. 'Lucius.'

Despite myself, I smiled. I hadn't seen Lucius school ended.

'Who else?' I asked.

'Antonin, Augustus, and Evan.' Lucius told me.

I smiled to each of the hooded figures.

I wish I knew who was who.

Before I knew it, we stop at a huge house.

Rodolphus let go of my hand and started murmuring some spells.

'What's going on?' I asked.

'Shhhh!' Someone hissed at me. 'He's making sure those muggle alert machines don't do off.'

Muggle alert machines?

Finally, Rodolphus cautiously opened the door.

The all looked relived.

I finally realized they were talking about alarm systems.

I laughed out loud.

'Shut up!' Someone whispered harshly.

I'm pretty sure that was Rodolphus.

'Stay here.' Someone told me. 'Evan, Rodolphus, go upstairs.'

Rodolphus and Evan went upstairs, two went to another room and someone stayed with me.

'Augustus?' I guessed.

He shook his head.

'Well?' I asked.

'Antonin.' He told me.

'What's going on?'I asked.

'Just watch.' He told me.

'Where are the others?' I asked.

'Soundproofing the house.' He told me.

Soundproofing? But why?

Lucius and Augustus came back into the room, and I was about to ask a question when suddenly, I saw Rodolphus and Evan coming back, other people floating behind them, screaming.

It was a muggle family, a mother, a father, a boy and a girl.

Rodolphus and Evan let them drop to the floor, hard, earning more screaming form them.

'Why are you and what are you doing in my house!?' the man yelled, angrily. Beside him, his wife clutched onto him, trembling.

The girl and boy, who looked like brothers and sisters, were holding onto each other. He was trying to comfort his terrified sister. It reminded me of myself and James.

'Please!' The mom begged through her sobs. 'Take anything you want. Don't hurt my family, p – please...'

They laughed.

I felt my stomach clench.

'Let them go.' I whispered.

Someone came towards me, and held my hand. 'Do not worry yourself, love.'

Rodolophus.

Suddenly, I saw one of them raise their wands. 'Crucio!'

My screams fixed with those of the Muggles. The girl was being tortured and her parents and brother were going ballistic. The brother charged for one of them, only to be flung back, crashing ontot he floor again, groaning in pain.

'WHAT ARE YOU, YOU, YOU SICK FREAKS?!' The dad yelled.

Mistake. Now he was begin tortured.

All of them laughed, watching the trembling, screaming Muggles.

'Stop it!' I yelled, pulling my hand away from Rodolphus's. I went for the one who was torturing the girl. 'STOP IT!'

I punched and hit him as hard as I could.

'Anne!' He hissed, before shoving me towards someone.

''Just watch, mistress.' The person said.

Rodolphus again.

The girl was screaming at the top of her lungs as the torture curse was put on her, then lifted, then put on her and then lifted again.

Someone else was brutally beating the dad, and the brother was also being tortured. The mom was begging for everyone to stop, still unharmed.

Then Rodolphus moved towards her.

'I'll tell you what.' he said. 'I will let you go right now, unharmed, if you tell me which of them I should kill.'

The mother yelled furiously.

'RODLOLPHUS!' I screamed. 'Stop it! All of you, stop!'

I ran towards them all screaming.

Rodolphus took his mask off. The others did the same.

Lucius was torturing the girl. Evan was torturing the boy. Dolohov and Rookwood were both harming the father.

I turned to Lucius. 'HOW COULD YOU?! STOP IT!!'

Rodolphus turned to me and slapped me. 'Shut up!'

I clutched my cheek, but I didn't stop. 'Please, PLEASE stop!'

Rodolphus hissed angrily before grabbing my hair, and throwing me down onto the floor. He kicked me several times, and I tried shielding myself with my hands.

'IS THAT ALL YOU GUYS DO?!' I heard the brother yell. 'JUST HARM INNOCENT GIRLS!'

He was referring to his sister and now me, as I lay on the ground, moaning in pain.

'You ought to learn to shut your filthy mouth!' I heard Evan yelled, before punching the brother in the stomach.

He went towards the girl.

'How old are you?' Evan asked her.

She didn't answer, she just cried.

'Crucio!' Evan yelled.

She screamed, and writhed for a couple of seconds before Evan lifted the curse.

'I said, how old are you?!' Evan snapped.

'S- Sixteen.' The girl sobbed.

'Are you a virgin?' He asked, grinning.

Oh, no...

'EVAN, NO!' I screamed.

Another kick. I ignored the pain, and forced myself onto my feet and quickly ran in front of the girl, before collapsing on my knees.

'Let her go.' I begged. 'Evan, let her go...'

'Are you a virgin or not?' Evan asked, ignoring me.

The girl nodded, trembling. I reached my hand back and grabbed hers, giving her a comforting squeeze. She squeezed back.

Lucius raised his wand, and sent stinging hexes on my arm.

I let go of the girl, and Lucius grabbed my arm.

'Sorry, darling, but you should not associate yourself with filth.' Lucius said.

I struggled, trying to make him let go of me.

But of course, he's stronger, and I don't have a wand with me now.

Lucius handed me over to Rodolphus, who gripped my wrists painfully, glaring at me with extreme dislike.

My attention was turned when I heard the words 'Avada Kedavra!'

I turned around, horrified as I saw the man's body lie limp on the ground.

'DAD!' I heard his son and daughter yell.

I was right, they were brother and sister.

His wife began screaming and crying hysterically before, she too, lay limp on the ground.

I turned again, to see Rodolphus with his wand raised.

He had killed her.

Now the boy and girl were orphans just like me.

I fell to the ground, misery taking over me at a fast rate. All this hit too close to home for me. Rodolphus kneeled down beside me and wrapped his arms around me, before summoning something with his wand.

'Drink this, Anne. You'll feel better.' Rodolphus said, handing to a bottle of some kind of alcohol.

I took the bottle, and nearly drop as I heard the girl scream out, 'Please, no! Please don't!'

I turned to see Evan on top of her, the two of them in a very compromising position. Her brother screamed at Evan, horrified and disgusted.

I took a drink and buried my head in Rodolphus's chest. 'Make them stop, please make them stop. Please.'

'Keep drinking and just watch.' Rodolphus told me, cruelly.

He pulled my hair, directing my face to the scene in front of me. Torture and rape. That is what they like to do for fun.

I don't know why I'm surprised. It's the exact same thing they did with me.

The girl screamed as Evan pushed inside of her. The brother was screaming, his face all bloodied. He was found by ropes and forced to watch his sister get raped.

I took another sip of my drink and watched.

Rodolphus and I were still just sitting on the ground, his arms around my waist. I was leaning against his chest, a drink in my hand.

I was trembling and forced myself not to cry.

I screamed every once in a while, and cowered away, trying to turn my head away from the brutal scene in front of me.

This resulted in me getting hurt, of course. Rodolphus slapped me, or cursed me and pulled my hair, directing me back to the scene once more.

I tried to drown out the screams of the young girl and her older brother. They all jeered and taunted them. More cursing, more pain. I knew what it all felt like. No one deserved this.

How could they make me watch?

I can't believe they refer to this as fun.

Next thing I knew, Rodolphus began kissing my neck, again.

All this torture turning him on? Of course it is. They're just like that.

I whimpered as Rodolphus bit onto my neck.

For a second, I thought he would rape me right there. But he had promised me before he wouldn't do that.

Rodolphus picked me up, holding me in his arms.

I guess he realized I wasn't in the right mental condition to walk.

He led me upstairs and into a bed, and laid me down on the bed.

You know what they say, third time's the charm.

He climbed on top of me, and we both began to kiss one another.

For totally completely reasons, of course. He because he was a sick, twisted human being who got off on the misery of others. Me because I was drunk, vulnerable and in desperate need of comfort.

When we finished, which wasn't for a long time, we got dressed. I was still quite shaky and not at all sober, and so Rodolphus had assisted me. He carried me back downstairs.

Once we reached the bottom of the stairs, I raised my head slightly to see not two limp bodies, but four. Four dead bodies. Three of them brutally bloodied up. The girl's eyes were still open. Glassy, dark eyes. Still looking just as frightened and hopeless.

This time, I turned away. My arms were wrapped around Rodolphus's neck, for better support. He was still carrying me in his arms.

'How is she?' I head Lucius ask.

'She'll be fine.' Rodolphus answered, uncaringly.

'Why'd you bring her?' Evan asked. 'She just got in the way, and you didn't get to do anything.'

'I killed the woman, and I had upstairs, I wouldn't call that nothing.' Rodolphus answered. 'She will get used to it, and then I will participate more. How was the girl?'

'Not bad.' Evan answered. 'She was a pretty good fuck, wasn't she Augustus?'

I heard Augustus agree and I felt sick to my stomach. I felt the alcohol rushing up my body.

'Rodolphus!' I exclaimed, slurring.

I let go of him, and flailed around, until Rodolphus let go of me. I fell to the floor, and immediately threw up all over it.

I heard Lucius groan in disgust, Evan sigh, and Dolohov laugh.

Rookwood probably didn't react. And neither did Rodolphus. He just came beside me, and cleaned up the mess.

'You're so weak.' He told me, despicably.

And after all the events of this night, I could not take it anymore. That one comment sent me over the edge, and I began to cry.

This probably only further proved that Rodolphus's comment about me was correct, but I did not care.

I buried my head in my knees and sobbed.

I felt someone grab my arms, and carry me up. I wrapped my arms around him, and cried on him now.

They were all back wearing their masks, but I looked into his eyes, and saw that it was Lucius carrying me now.

And after everything. I realized now why I felt that everything was different.

For the time being, whether it was permanent or not, I knew that Rodolphus was now cold, and uncaring towards me.

He felt nothing for me now, and he only saw me as a weak little girl.

And I knew now, I did not love Rodolphus anymore.