This chapter contains some graphic details. I'm warning you now.

I got up and Mrs. Weasley gave me a towel and some clothes, probably from one of the twins. I took it that I was going to take a shower. I hadn't had one in nearly a week so I probably stunk. Ginny was told to tell me were the bathroom was and I followed her directions.
I turned on the water as usual and slowly undressed looking thoroughly at my body. I had become quite skinny. I ran a hand over my chest wincing at the pain of my ribs.

Flashback
Chained to wall in the dungeon stripped down almost to nothing, I sat there not saying a word as my father lectured me. He knew by now I wasn't giving in but he didn't care. He liked torturing me.
"Will you join?" He repeated.
"No" I muttered breathlessly.
He kicked at me while some new followers, people I went to school with mostly, laughed. He took a one of his canes and whacked at my ribs. I could show no feeling or he would hit harder while the "audience" would laugh.
"And that is half of the torture" he would say to them. He would then yell about how I was a failure, even if I was Head Boy and 2nd smartest in Hogwarts for our year.
He then walked away with his followers, laughing and paling around like old chums. It made me sick. They'd see soon enough. If he could do this to his heir, the Lucius could do this to anyone.
I sat there watching my blood drip down my stomach onto a puddle. I hated the basterd, my so called father. My whole body ached and I was hungry. He sent one of the servants down with food. It was Cherrie. She was the one that felt bad for me. I smiled when I saw her.
"Hello, Draco" she mouthed.
"Hello" I mouthed back. If father heard us we were both in trouble. He told all of the help that they were not to talk to me or they'd end up like me. Cherrie didn't care.
She kneeled next to me and had stew. She bent down and put some in a spoon letting her golden hair drop down. She fed me it and got up. She had a cloth and tried to get most of the blood up.
She smiled and mouthed "It'll be ok."
Cherrie was the only highlight for me. She was in my house in Hogwarts but wasn't wealthy so her and her family worked at the Manor. She was about 5'2 and had golden hair to her midback. A nice girl she was. I felt bad for what my father had done.
My father was cruel all in all. One summer, about 3 years prior, he had raped her severely. I walked in on it and she cried to me but my father had frozen me with his wand. He was a cruel, sick man. He enjoyed watching her writhe and me sit there doing nothing. Whenever I saw her I thought of that night.
I must have fallen asleep because I got hit with his cane on my head. "Get up, Boy" he said "You know you are the most pathetic thing I have ever seen."
He grabbed me and said a spell undoing my chains. I knew what was going to happen. He threw me to the ground.
"Disrobe" he commanded.
I begged him not to so he took out his wand and said the Imperious Curse, making me take off what little I had on. He took off his mighty robes and laughed. I asked myself "Why?"
He said another curse and I was slammed on my back, still in pain from all of the other abuse I cried out which was mistake number one.
"So did that hurt, Little Dragon?" He used to call me that when I was little. I now hated that name, it represented our old relationship.
He was now fully naked along with me. He walked up to me and smiled. "You used to be fuller. What happened?" As if he didn't no.
I felt him rub up against me and pounded himself into me. I set my jaw so I wouldn't cry out. My father very much enjoyed this and started petting my hair. I cringed with hatred. He soon climaxed in me and pulled out. He grabbed his clothes and walked away.
Cherrie came in 5 minutes later with a new robe and helped me put it on. She was told to chain me back up but put the chains on loosely. She smiled and kissed the top of my head.
"I'm sorry" she mouthed and headed out.
End of Flashback

The water had poured down awhile and was quite warm. I snapped out of my memories and slowly walked into the water. I took a cloth and washed off all the dried and caked on blood. I stood in the shower memory after memory flooded my mind as I washed certain areas. I remembered all the pain and torture.

I took a long shower and got out thinking about Cherrie. Her real name was Cherrilynn Mayne. She was a year ahead of me and had no other siblings. She was very pretty when she wasn't covered in dirt from working in the dungeons. I wondered were she was and what she was doing that very minute.

Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door and I got dressed and came out. This was going to be a long day...