**Just wanted to tell you that there is really a large amount of swearing in this chapter**

"Milcent, are they all here?" I heard a voice ask.

My head felt like it weighed 100 pounds as I turned over and opened my eyes just enough to see around me. There was some sort of torch to my right and, when I turned my head, I found that I wasn't the only one in this place. I recognized most of the unconscious bodies around me; Hermione Granger, Hannah Abbott, and Neville Longbottom weren't even 1/10 of the bodies on the floor.

Where the hell was I?

And who the heck brought me here?

Milcent? Wait, Milcent's a death eater.

Oh Hell.

I sat up and quickly stood as I noticed we were in some sort of prison.

"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?" I yelled at the man near the prison, whom I guessed was the guard.

"Not that it's you're damn business, Mudblood, but you're going to be given to the Dark Lord himself, and then die." The man said flatly as if killing someone wasn't a big deal.

"No fucking way I'm going to die for some ass hole!" I screamed and the rest of the bodies around me woke-up, moaning in pain and rubbing their heads.

"Watch your mouth." The guard said and pointed his wand at my face.

"Stick that up your ass if it makes you feel better, you bastard." I stated pulling the wand closer to my face and daring him to send a curse at me. I cocked an eyebrow tauntingly and waited for a while before a chuckled rather insanely and sat down on the ground and invisible tears ran down my cheeks.

I didn't want to die.

Not now.

Not by a death eater.

Not by Malfoy.

Especially not by Malfoy.

I saw that some people were questioning where they were, and some people already knew.

I knew why I was here.

The Deatheaters's main cause was to get rid of everyone who wasn't a pureblood.

And I was half-and-half.

"So I'm gonna die because I'm not a pureblood? Bull shit." I said to myself as I was determined to get away somehow.

The prison door opened and three-dozen deatheaters came in. I stood in the back corner and tried to stay unnoticed. I watched as people I knew were being hauled away by one or more deatheater, and, to my guess, were being brought to the Lord of the Ferrets.

I was the last one in the room, and I noticed that not one deatheater was left. That wasn't the only good surprise: the door was left open. I took this chance and ran out the door, but was grabbed from behind by one of Pretty Boy's minions.

"Ha. Thought you were going to get away, were you?" I heard a familiar voice taunt.

MARK?

IS THIS MARK?

"Mark?" I said questioningly.

"That's me, baby." He whispered in my ear.

I tried to squirm away, but he had gotten stronger, that stupid ass. Great, my favorite stalker is back in town.

"I know you don't want to die." He said as I suddenly stopped squirming and waited for his proposition, " I'll ask Our Lord if I can have you as my reward for a good job well done instead of killing you off."

"I'd rather die then ever touch you, you bastard!" I screamed and kicked him between the legs and started running.

I wasn't sure where I was running; I just knew I was getting away from Mark. As if he didn't torment me enough at school. God, that guy was almost as bad as Malfoy. Wait, Malfoy never really stalked me...So that makes Mark worse. But Mark was a follower? Since when? Draco and him seemed to be mortal enemies before, and now he's kissing the ground Draco walks on?

I heard voices in a corridor and pressed myself into a small crack between walls. I held my breath as two deatheaters passed, but one stopped right near the crack I was burrowed in. He looked straight into the shadows I was veiled in, but turned and walked on.

I let out a sigh of relief and bent my head forward from the strength lost for holding my breath. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my shoulder as I was ripped away from my crevice and flung against the wall. The two deatheaters each grabbed an arm as they struggled to keep me still. They practically dragged me to a green door and rammed it open with their backs as I kicked and punched them, urging them to let go of me.

The whole pack of deatheaters stared as the two minions stood me in front of a chair, it's back rest facing me.

As soon as they let go, I punched both of them in the face as they tripped over themselves and fell. I could see the other deatheaters about to pounce on me, but stopped as they heard their 'Lord's voice.

"Don't." The man in the chair said. The chair spun around and there was Draco. He had barley changed a bit.

He still had platinum blonde hair, but his eyes were deeper and darker than before. His face looked a little gaunt and the black cloak with silver ends made him look creepier.

"My Lord, we found this woman hiding. She had somehow escaped the dungeon." One of the deatheaters that dragged me into this damn room said as he rubbed his jaw.

"Doesn't surprise me a bit." Draco said as he slowly walked down the steps that led to his chair and lazily stepped towards me.

"What have you done with the others?" I said flatly and narrowed my eyes at the fucking bastard.

"What do you think?" Draco sneered, "Swish and flick. Poof."

As soon as he said that, a nerve cracked and all hell broke loose through my body. I pounced on him as he fell to the floor. I held my hand up in the air and was about to punch him. As I swung, he grabbed my hand and restrained it from getting closer to him. The deatheaters all came rushing towards Draco, but only watched the fight. As I tried to resist Draco's push on my right hand, I swung my other fist and it hit Draco in the jaw. He let go of my other arm and held his jaw as he gave out a little wince. I started getting up and was ready to kick or run away as Draco sprang up and, unexpectedly, grabbed my neck and pushed me against a wall. I felt the wind knocked out of me and was trying to get some back in, but Draco only pressed harder.

"This is for all t-those innocent p-people you killed." I stuttered and spat in his face.

"Really?" Draco started and wiped the spit off his face.

"YES!" I yelled, as the force on my neck got even more fatal.

"Well you can tell them that when you meet them in hell."

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