Ok warning for some torture and uncomfortable situations and blood and suggestive rape-ish imagery. Brace yourself. You have been warned.Also someone said they didn't understand Daphne's disappearance and hopefully this clears things up for you. We haven't heard from Daphne personally since the girls had drinks at the Leaky, and we don't hear Daphne's personal recounting as we do with Pansy because we are only getting George's thoughts during their chapters. Hopefully this helps. If not...private message me and I'll see if I can clear it up or if I need to fix something's. The little snippet of Harry's at the end is a one time situation for this particular story, but I needed his voice when Pansy blacks out. Love you, have fun...cliffhangers are a mother...

All she felt was pain. A burning deep inside her bones that put her father's belt whips to shame. She would gladly take more scars across her legs in exchange for the curse that she was being subjected too. It felt as though her muscles were being scrapped from her bones with a dull knife, her veins felt as if razor blades were swimming through them. She was strapped and naked on metal table, the coolness of it the only reprieve from the flames licking across her body with each second that passed under the Curciatius.

She could hear Daphne's sniffles from her mirrored position four feet to her right, having just been given a break from her own torture when her attacker brought the attention to Pansy. But that was what Pansy wanted. Pansy knew that Daphne couldn't take much more. She had already watched Daphne bite her tongue so hard that blood ran over her lips to trickle down her chin, sending spittle of red showering the air around her everytime she choked and coughed. So Pansy had drawn the attention toward herself, laughing at their assailant, and claiming she wasn't doing it with enough emotion, before her back bowed off the table from the curses licks across her own skin. But it helped Daphne.

The Cruciatus Curse was beginning to drain Pansy of rational thought, but she could see through the haze of undiluted pain that her captor was letting up. Cho Chang looked utterly exhausted and the haze of the Imperio curse was clouding her vision and causing the girl to blink frantically in the harsh lighting of the room, relaxing her wand hand. The long skinny clear wires that hung from Pansy's arm jostled against her bindings that kept her secured to the table she lay on, causing Cho to snap back to attention. She walked slowly, sluggishly toward another table near the door of the room that Pansy felt like she had occupied for days, and picked up another set of wires. Taking a deep breath, she watched Cho walk back to the person strapped to a similar table on Pansy's left, four feet away. Millie.

Millie had been brought in through the door that only Cho came in and out of, still knocked out or dead, Pansy couldn't tell but naked and trapped just like her. Daphne had been there for far longer than either girl but seemed on the brink of insanity from the moment Pansy's eyes had adjusted to the jarring glow of the ceiling lights.

Cho slide a small metal pipe connected to the tubing into Millie's arm and set up a bag to catch the blood as it flowed freely from the sleeping girl. Pansy knew every time she passed out or fell into a restless sleep, she could taste the copperiness of a blood replenishing potion on the back if her tongue so whomever was keeping them captive wasn't ready for them to die. At least not yet.

The worst part of their torture was yet to come. Pansy knew as soon as she was done setting up Millie, Cho would move on to the next task as she did every time she had come into this room. But a disturbance behind the door caused Cho to falter and leave the room. This was Pansy's chance. She had to try.

Pulling at the binds around her wrists, she turned her body as best as she could to face her friend. Daphne's skin looked grey in the lighting and her cheeks were covered in blood and tears.

"How did you get here?"she whispered harshly.

Daphne's breathing picked up as she too began pulling on the leather binds. "I was in Diagon at Florish and Blots after our drinks. I was getting George a present...oh George," the girl sobbed all the harder.

The leather around Pansy's right wrist was cutting into her skin as she bit out,"Quiet Daph!"

"She was there. Cho. She had arms full of parchment, ink and the like when I ran into her. I talked to her for a minute asking after Greg and she must have followed me out. I made it to the alley next to the Leaky and woke up here. I don't know what's happening..." The tears seemed to roll all the harder down her fair skin as she stretched the muscles in her calves hoping for a little bit of give in the straps at her ankles, mumbled words leaving her swollen pink lips that were unintelligible.

"I invited her for brunch," Pansy felt the bones in her wrists rubbing together as she tugged, " Potter told me not to leave the house but that I could invite her over. But when she came through the floo, she didn't look right. She disarmed me. Used Imperio to make me go with her. I tried to fight it," she grit her teeth and tugged on her right wrist again but the leather only cutting her deeper," We went to the Daily to get Patil but I haven't seen her since..."

The door breezed opened and Cho stepped back into the room. The tugging ceased and the cold bitter reality set into Pansy's bones. The real pain would start now, she knew. The part where she wished and prayed to every God, muggle and Magical for death. She didn't want to live after this. Just a quick death, please!

Cho picked up a metal sphere and a small pointed potions knife. Walking around Daphne, who had either pretended to pass out or had really succumbed, she stepped between Pansy's feet. Sliding the straps up the bar attached to the sides of the metal table, she bent Pansy's knee's so she could crouched between her thighs. Pansy bit down on her lower lip as the cold sphere was pushed between the lips of her sex. Blinding pain crept up Pansy's whole body as the sphere moved inside her, expanding and opening her cervix, tearing the flesh at the seams. Cho's knife went next, cutting into the flesh of her uterus. Slicing pieces of her and pulling squares of internal tissue out. Pansy screamed a blood curdling, body seizing noise that filled the room and ricocheted off the walls. Millie's form jumped on the table next to her and her sobs and begs for help were the last thing Pansy heard before the blackness crept in.

Harry

He was bone tired. He had barely slept at all, the only rest coming as the sun crept into his office and the day shift coming to take their posts. Neville's explanation of Millicent's disappearance left him far more jostled than he had been in some months. The horror written in Neville's face taking him back to staring into Voldemort's eyes in the clearing of the Forbidden Forest that night all those months ago.

Four missing so far of people he knew personally. Seven total. Isobel McDougal, Eloise Midgen, and Mandy Brockelhurst were also missing. He didn't understand the ties between the woman other than they had attended Hogwarts and that they had all been married on Monday because of the stupid Marriage Law. Three of the women were Pureblood, two Muggleborn and two Halfbloods. It made no sense.

He wrote down Neville's statement and sent it off to Hermione's office for her to look over with the other statements from the husbands of the missing, including his own. He knew that logically the husbands were usually the first suspect but Neville looked how Harry felt and he had no doubts that Neville had nothing to do with his wife's abrupt departure. Plus it was Neville, and Harry knew Neville wouldn't hurt a fly. Unless it hissed and carried a bit of a psychopath's soul inside of it.

Harry had gone home the day before to see if he could find his wife but had come up empty. Only the table set for a brunch that looked to be untouched and one of the diamonds that flashed in Pansy's ear everyday lying near the hearth. Like she had left it for him to find. His posh wife would never lose an earring, he didn't think. Malfoy had agreed when he came back to the office with the glittery stud tucked into his pocket.

His biggest worry, other than finding the women who had vanished as if into thin air, was keeping the other women safe. That was proving to be difficult. His best friend refused to stay home in the wards that Malfoy had placed around her flat so she could read through every single reciept, vault account, personal letter, diary of the ladies in question and statements of the people who had seen them last and husbands trying to find a clue. So Malfoy was dragging her around the building with him to every meeting, every interview and driving Malfoy crazy with every snap or remark she deemed necessary to spew at him. He couldn't make her listen, so why did he think anyone else would either?

So Kingsley had set up an announcement in the Daily Profit and Witch Weekly for all woman to stay home and essentially put them in lockdown. Then he sent Gregory Goyle's body to St. Mongo's for an examination to determine cause of death. When the report had come back, he was unsurprised to find the Killing Curse as the culprit. Cho Chang was racking up alot more charges as one day rolled into the next.

Harry say at his desk, reading over the coroner's account of Goyle's body, holding onto Pansy's earring for dear life. He hoped beyond all hope that he got to see his wife again. They had barely gotten started when she was ripped from his arms and he could already feel her missing from his bed, which was why he had been sleeping at work. Her shampoos and soaps cluttered his bathroom and her perfume lingered in the air of every room. He needed to find her before he lost his mind. He had enough ghosts haunting him. He wouldn't add one more.