Imprisonment

Forty Nine

Everything felt wrong. Blinking the light filtered through the small gap in the boarded up window. The smell on the air was stale and sickening. Slowly the girl lifted her head and looked once more into the grey eyes of the monster in front of her. She hated him so much.

"TELL ME!"

He pulled at her hair and a scream left her lips. She could hear the low chuckle from him but she wasn't going to give him anything. She was thrown backwards and the chair she was tied to tipped over. Her head hit the floor and dizziness took over her body.

"You'll tell me everything I want to know girl."

Claire looked up through her hair to see him still looking at her. She felt sick as his hand pulled the chair up right.

"You're a muggleborn aren't you?"

Claire looked straight ahead refusing to answer the question. But a smirk was appearing on the man's features.

"Yes a muggleborn. Those eyes give you away. I remember looking into a similar pair six years ago."

Claire made herself look forward and not to react. Her stomach had started to jump as she realised where he was going with this. But she wouldn't give him any satisfaction. No she'd let him gloat and just sit there.

"The door was opened by a woman. I killed her straight away. Then I found the living room and tortured the man for information. He wouldn't talk so I killed the two girls in front of him. But still he wouldn't talk. So I killed him too. Then oh then we found the boy. He was very helpful indeed. When he'd given us everything we needed I killed him too. All dead but you. You got out of there in time. But we can change that…"

Claire continued to stare ahead. She could feel the tears begin to stir in her own eyes but ignored them. So badly she wanted to close her eyes but she resisted. Then his fist connected with her face. Pain shot through her skin.

"GET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

Two men pulled at her. Claire still didn't move as they dragged her from the room. One of them kicked a door open and cool night air hit her face. Still they dragged her until they reached a ratty broken building. The door was forced open and she was flung inside.

When the echo of the door slamming faded Claire finally looked up. She was surrounded by grotty beds and dirty women. Each woman looked the same to her, nothing stood out. They climbed into beds and watched her like she was an insect they wanted to squash.

Slowly she stood up and looked around. All the beds were full. Where was she meant to sleep? Maybe she was suppose to stay on the floor.

"Over here."

The voice sounded from the back of the room. Slowly Claire made her way in that direction. At the very back she found two women sitting on the edge of a bed. Both looked just like the others. They showed signs of abuse though worse than the rest. They had cuts and bruises covering their skin. Their hair was knotted and eyes dull.

There were minor differences to them though. One clearly had blonde hair beneath all the grim while the other one had dark. The blonde had light eyes while the brunette brown. But nothing else stood out.

"There's room in this bed with us."

"Thanks."

Claire climbed up onto it and curled herself into a ball. Her eyes finally let the tears that had threatened fall. She was startled when a hand rubbed at her back. A small soothing sound left the lips of one of the women.

"What's your name?"

Sitting up Claire looked at the brunette.

"Claire."

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Just a child."

The woman pulled her into a hug and Claire let her. Something about the woman made her feel safe. Somehow she knew that as long as she stayed with her everything would be alright.


Hey guys.

Thanks for being so patient. I know that my posting hasn't been as often as it could be. But things are getting a bit better. The funeral still hasn't taken place, its going to be on Monday which is why I haven't posted before now, because well its still on going. Umm… I've also got a lot of university work to do over Christmas, so it looks like there won't be much post until god I don't even know when. My dissertation is due in in May and I've got something like six essays before then. But I promise when I get two minutes I will update again. It's just last year in university is a killer, so much work and so very little time.

Anyway again thanks for being so understanding.

Kris xx