October 14, 2028:
I was sitting on the side of the room farthest from the door, but still facing it so I could see when that monster would be coming back in. The only time he ever did was to give me small meals. He would quickly leave the tray by the door and then lock it again right after he left. Of course he would use a Freezing Charm on me before I could do anything. He was quick. Very quick.
I have tried many different ways of attacking him. That's how he started putting the Freezing Charm on me. I would scream and trash at him every chance I got. He never got close enough to me.
One time, in one of my efforts of escape, I sat right next to the door so I could attack him before he froze me. Before I could even make a move at him, Dolohov had already hit me hard in the face. I am pretty sure it left a black eye, but I can't be positive. There is nothing I can use as a mirror.
"Bad Lily," he then said after he froze me. "You should know better. Feeble attempts at escape won't do you any good."
As always, I let out a mental scream in place of a real one when he called me that. I didn't try telling him again that he grabbed the wrong Weasley after that first night of shouting, though. First of all, that wouldn't guarantee my escape, and second, I didn't want Lily, or anybody else for that matter, to be stuck in here like I am. It was torture.
I gave up on the attack method. It wasn't working, and using my eye as an example, this guy was obviously violent. For some reason he has kept me alive this long. I don't want to push it. So I sat looking at the door. Waiting for him. I have been sitting in this same position the last couple of times he has brought food.
Sometime in the next couple of hours Dolohov unlocked the door, cracked it open, and said quietly, "Immobulus." He then opened the door all the way and gave me one of his creepiest smiles yet.
He wasn't holding any food this time. Instead he walked in farther than he ever has and sat down right in front of me. His knees were touching my own. I mentally cringed at his touch. I wanted him away from me.
"I am happy to see that you have stopped resisting, my dear Lily."
I hate you, I thought back to him. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
"Now, my dear, today is going to be a little different."
Then with a flick of his wand, he unfroze me. By the time I realized it, he had already given another flick of his wand and ropes appeared and tied me to the wall. My legs were tied together, while my arms were tied in a T-position. My feet were touching the ground, but the ground was cold and made me shiver. Dolohov smiled at my discomfort.
He then stood up. He was taller than me by at least a head, probably more. "Much better," he then said. "It makes it a lot easier to have a conversation with someone if he or she is capable of talking."
I stayed silent. I wouldn't give him the pleasure of responding to him.
"I bet you are wondering, my dear, why you here?" Dolohov then said.
I responded by adverting my eyes to the other side of the room. He roughly grabbed my head and pulled it back so I was forced to look at him. His nails were long and dug into my cheek. He said harshly, "You pay attention while I am talking to you, you understand?"
I didn't say anything, but I didn't attempt to look away again either. He gathered his composure once again, smiled, and said, "It seems like you aren't going to be cooperative. I wasn't really expecting you to. So I brought a little something to persuade you to behave and listen to those who are in control."
He then pulled out a silver dagger. It was long. Maybe seven or eight inches. He held it to my face so that I could have a better look. The hilt was dark black with silver words inscribed on the side. They said, "Ut vobis requiem in pacem."
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Dolohov then said, looking lovingly at the dagger. When I didn't say anything, he brought up his eyes to meet my own, placed the dagger against my arm, and repeated, "Isn't she?"
Panic rose within me, but I tried to subdue it. I needed to stay calm. "Yes, she is," I replied.
His smile grew; he put a small slash into my arm and said, "I don't like repeating myself."
Shock went through me as I turn my head as far as it could go and saw my bleeding arm. The blood felt warm on it as it slowly dripped to the floor. I looked back at Dolohov, my eyes wide. He let out a small laugh.
"Now that we understand how this is going to work," he said, "let's get started. I bet you are wondering why you are here?"
I nodded yes this time. I couldn't get myself to speak, but I didn't want another slash on my arm.
"Well, as you know my father was a Death Eater. Antonin Dolohov. One of the best Death Eaters of all time," he said. His smile never wavered as he spoke.
"I didn't know he had a son," I replied. Throughout the years I have studied about the Golden Trio. Of course we were required to write a paper on them every year in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Uncle Harry would give lectures to our class on some day, but I would go further. I studied about almost everything during those days. Hogwarts life, Horcruxes, all of the Ministers of Magic, and the Death Eaters.
"Nobody knew he had a son," Dolohov replied. His smile fell just the slightest. It wasn't really enough for me to notice if I hadn't been looking at it at that exact second. "He didn't like advertising it. I was younger than the beloved Golden Trio, and my mother taught me magic at home.
"Anyways, my father was loyal to Lord Voldemort. He spent many years in Azkaban in honor of him, and did everything that was asked of him and more. I looked up to my father. He was my role model, so to speak, but nobody else gave him the right amount of praise. Especially not his master, Lord Voldemort. No, he loved that traitor Severus Snape, and the failure, Lucius Malfoy.
"My family went through much pain and suffering due to your father, the wonderful Harry Potter." He said my uncle's name as if were a piece of spinach caught in his teeth.
"He died, leaving my mother and me with nothing due to your accursed father," he continued. Then his smile grew larger. "But I have you here to fix that. I am going to send your father threw as much pain as I went through. An eye for an eye. It's only fair."
"Why haven't you just done it then?" I asked. "Why do you hold me here? Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?"
I didn't want to plant any ideas into his head, but my curiosity got the best of me.
"Because I don't want to just break him. I want him to know that I broke you too," he said, darkly. A shiver ran up my spine, and fear followed behind it.
He took a step closer to my, dagger in hand. "Now hold still, my dear. This will only hurt for a second," he said before cutting into my arm again.
I couldn't help but scream. I mentally scolded myself afterwards, when I saw that my pain brought him pleasure. I tried not scream again, but sometimes I would falter.
About an hour later he left. I had six cuts on my arms. Three on each side. Before he left, he poured a bit of Essence of Dittany on each cut, saying, "We wouldn't want you to bleed to death. Now what fun would that be?"
As he closed the door, the ropes undid themselves. I rubbed each scar on my arm slowly, feeling the tears filled up in my eyes. I forced them to stop. I was proud to say that I hadn't cried that entire time, and I wasn't going to start now. Stay strong, I told myself. That's what your father would have told you to do.
To get my mind off of today, I went to the corner where I stored my little white rock. I put another little white mark on my count. It was hard to decipher how much time has passed. There was no window in the room. I was pretty sure it was some sort of cellar. I tried using when my meals came to figure out what time of day it was. One in the morning, one at night. According to my count, I had been here for five days, but I could be off by a day or two.
"Please find me," I whispered. I thought of my parents, Michael, Scorpius, and Lily. "Please."
I hated writing this chapter. I am going to try to post another chapter later today, because I am pretty sure the suspense is killing more than just me. It will probably not come until very late at night, though. Until then, tell me how much you hate this part of my story;)