Title: This is My Life, pt 9

Author's Note: Faith's POV

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Previously:

By the time I finished, Ron was looking at me with a different gleam in his eyes. "So glad to finally meet you, Ms. McRae." 'Ron' said before pushing something into my hands.

Presently:

I felt an uncomfortable tug at my navel as the world started changing around me. Instantly, I knew it was a portkey, having only used one once. Once being enough for me. I internally cursed, as my knees touched ground and seeing 'Ron' morph into a darker haired wizard.

"So glad you could join us, Ms. McRae." A sinister hiss sounded in the room and I noticed the dark haired wizard knelt a few meters away from me.

"Wanna tell me where here is?" I inquired before feeling something so painful my body shut down as blinding hot pain scorched its way through my veins. I bit down on my lip to prevent from screaming in pain and felt my blood dripping down my chin.

"You'll do well to treat me with more respect, mudblood!" The sinister hiss roared (A.N. Is that even possible? Or is that like an oxymoron?).

As soon as the pain stopped I looked up into the red eyes before me causing my eyebrows to rise. "You must be Lord Voldemort." I stated. "I've dreamed of you."

"How charming." He hissed. "A slayer with seer powers."

Instantly, I retorted; "I am not a seer."

"My lord, I was able to talk with her while she was unguarded." The dark haired wizard said over my retort.

"Yes, MacNair?" Voldemort hissed, his eyes sparkling brighter, if that's even what they did.

"She's that slayer." MacNair started. "The one with a delicious past."

Voldemort glanced at me and I smirked. "Indeed?" He inquired after he did a quick body check on me causing me to wish I'd put my robes back on.

"Yes, my lord, she admitted to murdering men." MacNair said.

"Intriguing." Voldemort hissed, his pale hand rubbing what would have been a chin if he didn't look like a mutant snake. "OUT!" He barked (A.N. Another oxymoron phrase?) to his minions. "You don't appear to be a slayer."

"What were you expecting? Bulging muscles and a height of 6 foot something?" I quipped dryly.

"You're lucky I'm in the humoring mood, mudblood, or else I'd –"

"You'd what?" I interrupted challenging his threat. "Torture? Maim? Kill?" I suggested. "Who's to say you won't already do that whenever you're finished trying to pump me for information?"

"Good point, mudblood."

"You know," I began, "if mudblood's the worst you can come up with, I gotta tell you. I'm not impressed."

"You're strong-willed." Voldemort told me. "I'm going to have fun ripping it out of you."

"We'll see."

"Confident that your Potter or Dumbledore will save you?" He sneered which looked horrible on him. All that pasty whiteness wasn't working for him. Nor was the snakelike persona.

"You never know." I reply.

"I do." He smirked. "You see no one knows you're gone and I doubt anyone will care."

"So what?" I rejoin. "You gonna offer me a job? Get down with my bad side?"

"No." He stated twirling his wand between his fingers. "Like you suggested. I'm going to torture you." He began, standing and pocketing his wand. "And then I'm going to maim you." He continued stepping towards me. He grabbed my ponytail and jerked my head up. "And then I'm going to kill you."

I spat in his face. "Bring it on."

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I woke up, though I don't remember falling asleep, in a cell. My hands were chained above my head and my legs? Well let's just say I couldn't feel them. There was one window, but it was too small to do much with. It just let in a bit of air, thank Merlyn, but that was it.

A door was positioned right in front of me. Guess that means they want me to see them when they come in to torture me. Glancing down I noticed that my clothes are still attached and on my person. My head hurts a bit, and there's a stinging sensation on my cheek. Must be a bruise.

I heard footsteps coming towards my cell and I prepared myself for the worst. I was going to get out of this because I had responsibilities. I had Connor. The angel that came to me from Angel months before this and has brought out another side to me not to mention showing me the joy of life.

The door closed behind the dark haired wizard with crooked features, bushy eyebrows and dark eyes that had just finished with the first bout of torture. My eyes burned something fierce, my body was deadened more so than before and I had multiple bloodstains that showed through my clothing.

But they didn't get anything out of me.

It was several hours later when another wizard entered. He had a stony look about him, with his maddening eyes, lanky figure and callous hands as he backhanded me. He beat my already bloodied body yelling himself hoarse with orders and questions.

He left angered, leaving me hanging more limp than before. But still, he received nothing from me. I didn't bother fighting verbally when the two wizards called me 'mudblood', as a symbolism of my 'non-pure' blood. Nor did I try to sass them. I just hung there and waited until they were finished.

The days passed, or that's what the window showed me, before I was released from the magical bindings that held me still. I was flung onto the floor in front of a bone-thrown that Voldemort sat upon.

"You are strong." Voldemort hissed down at me. "But you won't last much longer."

I remained silent, knowing it would bother him to know end. I was proven right as I began to feel the blinding pain once more. My body spazzed as my nails cut into my hands to try and alleviate some of the pain as I curled up in fetal position. But still I remained silent.

"Take her away." Voldemort ordered, releasing the painful curse. He was angered I could tell, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.

Upon entering my cell, I was kicked, beaten and cursed until I could neither move nor fight back. My stomach ached because I hadn't eaten in days, which wasn't unusual when I was traveling and couldn't steal for food. The drawback of not eating over a few days is my strength pretty much dies down.

I was left lying on the floor in a ball. I could feel my bones as they were shattered and broken in different places. I slept keeping my senses up so that I wouldn't be caught unaware. This was how it was for a while, I would be kicked down when I wouldn't talk and they cursed me until I blacked out seemed to be their new pastime.

I wasn't sure how long it was, or how many broken bones I'd received before noticing that my natural healing wasn't fast enough as they kept torturing me, hoping that I would crack. Even through my physical weakness, my mental was so much stronger. I had people waiting for me and I knew it.

I heard the soft footsteps and remained 'sleeping' as the door opened and with little noise closed behind the late night visitor. I heard the figure, which was definitely male; curse gently as he knelt on the ground next to where I was curled up trying to keep warm. Confused, but not wanting to show that I was awake I remained still.

I heard him muttering spells, feeling the warmth flowing through my body as my bones repaired themselves. I felt some of my deeper cuts and wounds stitching themselves leaving only a thin reminder of what was there.

I heard him leave as quietly as he came in and fell into a deep sleep.

Regular POV

The wizard swiftly walked down the hallways and just as he made it onto the main level an ear-piercing scream was heard throughout the dungeons. The aforementioned wizard stepped into the meeting place where all the death eaters knelt.

"Report." Voldemort ordered.


"The dream has done what was expected." The wizard reported knelling down.

"What did you show her?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"My daughter wrote to me about a child she is raising. I just showed her what I guess would be her worst fear." The wizard answered humbly. "I felt that if we couldn't torture her physically and get information why not try mentally."

"Well done, Parkinson." Voldemort said as the room was filled with another shattering scream causing him to laugh evilly. "Well done."

End pt 9