(A/N: Here is the next chapter of 'Thrown into hell' the next chapter will
also be very short but chapter 4 will be longer promise.)
Chapter 2- Hell
Torture, pain, complete and total agony washed over him. How long had it been? A day? A year? A thousand years? He didn't know all he felt was the pain. All he saw was her face, he saw mocking, and in his heart he felt rage, lust, and betrayal, he felt the thirst for revenge. So everyday as he was tortured, as he bit his lip to stop from crying out he thought of her. He thought of her soft caresses, her voice, her lips, the way she felt, and the way she made him feel. Anger and rage pulsed through him as they mocked him. It wasn't directed towards them of course. Every emotion he felt in this damned realm all fueled his thirst for revenge. And only one name reverberated through his head every night or was it day? Only her image...*Hermione*, he would think, sometimes when he remembered how to speak he would whisper it softly to himself. Sometimes when he wasn't so blinded by pain he had memories of her. Of her in his bed, of her smiling, and of her watching as he was thrown into hell. Her face. It was the only thing that kept him from going totally insane. But yes he was insane now. Who wouldn't become a little unhinged after all the pain and torture he had gone through? As they beat him sneered at him trying to make him beg for mercy. Malfoys didn't beg. Malfoys never showed weakness. Malfoys were the strongest. They were the best. The bitch should have been grateful that he had decided to give her his attentions, and her being a little mudblood whore. He slowly opened his eyes and saw them dragging him towards a black misted gate. He raised his head holding it high, whatever torture they put him through he'd face it, he wouldn't scream and he would laugh even if they killed him at last. He was Lucius Daemon Malfoy, a death eater, a cold vicious man, but more importantly he was a Malfoy. Nobody could break a Malfoy.
(A/N: Ta Da, I know it's really short but it had to be because it leads up to something in the fourth chapter, review)
Chapter 2- Hell
Torture, pain, complete and total agony washed over him. How long had it been? A day? A year? A thousand years? He didn't know all he felt was the pain. All he saw was her face, he saw mocking, and in his heart he felt rage, lust, and betrayal, he felt the thirst for revenge. So everyday as he was tortured, as he bit his lip to stop from crying out he thought of her. He thought of her soft caresses, her voice, her lips, the way she felt, and the way she made him feel. Anger and rage pulsed through him as they mocked him. It wasn't directed towards them of course. Every emotion he felt in this damned realm all fueled his thirst for revenge. And only one name reverberated through his head every night or was it day? Only her image...*Hermione*, he would think, sometimes when he remembered how to speak he would whisper it softly to himself. Sometimes when he wasn't so blinded by pain he had memories of her. Of her in his bed, of her smiling, and of her watching as he was thrown into hell. Her face. It was the only thing that kept him from going totally insane. But yes he was insane now. Who wouldn't become a little unhinged after all the pain and torture he had gone through? As they beat him sneered at him trying to make him beg for mercy. Malfoys didn't beg. Malfoys never showed weakness. Malfoys were the strongest. They were the best. The bitch should have been grateful that he had decided to give her his attentions, and her being a little mudblood whore. He slowly opened his eyes and saw them dragging him towards a black misted gate. He raised his head holding it high, whatever torture they put him through he'd face it, he wouldn't scream and he would laugh even if they killed him at last. He was Lucius Daemon Malfoy, a death eater, a cold vicious man, but more importantly he was a Malfoy. Nobody could break a Malfoy.
(A/N: Ta Da, I know it's really short but it had to be because it leads up to something in the fourth chapter, review)