Bleary eyed I looked at the door as it creaked open, I had stayed in my hunched over position for most of the night. Moving only once, to use the 'toilet'. One of Riddle's black robed men was standing at the open door, I could practically feel the waves of hate coming off of him.

"Lord Voldemort requests you presence." He ground the words out through thick teeth beneath the mask, he had been told to phrase it that way.

I considered fighting, I even considered attacking this man, although I doubted I could do any true harm while wearing my new accessory. And this man seemed to know it, he arrogantly stepped into my cage without hesitation. In response to his question I nodded and stood, my body creaked a little at the movement and I flinched at the pain it caused my legs.

"Walk." He motioned towards the door and I walked out, my legs were stiff though and I was slow. He let out a noise of annoyance and grabbed the back of my neck as I walked past him.

I could feel the hot breath through his mask, he enjoyed this. Looking back into his eyes was a mistake, he let out a rough curse and slammed my face into the wall. I felt skin break and blood drip down my face when he pulled me back, my cheekbone was on fire and I cried out in agony.

"Shut the fuck up," he tossed me out of the cell and I fell against the far wall. My shoulder banged on the stone and another cry left me, staggering I dropped to my knees. Before I could move, what felt like a lead tipped boot came at my side and slammed into my ribs. A un-human shriek left my throat, bones had broken under that boot before, he knew just where to kick.

I was wrenched up by the back of my neck again and forced forward. Pained sounds left my throat again and again, and that seemed to both amuse and arouse the man. Before we got to the exit he pushed me up against the wall again, his overweight body pressuring me deep into the stone.

"I like the way you scream." A hand pushed down on my rib and I cried out, he groaned and pushed against me. Bile rose in my throat at the feel of his erection, "when you're back down here I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk." He sniffed and pushed himself off me, "guess I'll make do with that Veela whore until I see you again."

"V-Vanessa?" The croaked name left my lips, they were dry and bloody.

He cackled, "she was quite the fighter last night. Memory spells make it so easy."

This time I did throw up, bile left my throat and splattered onto the mans robes. He cursed and threw me through the door into the main hallway. A surprised sound came to my right. Dizzy, I looked over and saw Rosie. I tried to give her a reassuring smile, but my cheek seared with agony and I cried out again.

The large man came through the door after me, "going to fucking kill you. Nymph slut."

His hands reached for me, but he stopped when he saw Rosie and snarled at her. "What are you looking at Mudblood."

She bowed her head quickly and dipped into a kneeling position. "Nothing my Lord Avery." Her terrified eyes met mine, and hardened in something like fury. "The Minister of Magic and Lord Malfoy sent me to check where their Nymph was, they said that they sent you to get her some time ago."

This 'Avery', who was probably the father of the Avery I remembered from Hogwarts growled out a curse and pulled me to my feet. He shoved me towards Rosie and she quickly caught me and steadied me before I could fall.

"Take the whore then, I have a date with Vanessa anyway." I could feel his eyes on me and shuddered, he made a kissy noise from under the mask and walked back into the dungeon.

We were silent for a moment, "are you ok?" Her voice startled me and I jumped, Vanessa.

"Take me to them." Blood dripped out of my mouth when I spoke and she looked horrified, panicking I grabbed the front of her robes. "Please."

She nodded and quickly helped me walk down the hallway, every step was horror. I spat out blood along the way, I didn't know if it was from a ruptured lung or a cut in my mouth. It didn't matter. I had to help Vanessa.

We came to the library and she didn't bother knocking, she helped pull me into the warm room. Malfoy and Riddle were seated by the fire when I was dragged in, they both dropped what was in their hands when they saw me and shot to their feet. Rosie's strength failed her and we both dropped, I screamed when I hit the ground on my side.

"Oh god." Rosie fumbled to roll me over, I couldn't even tell where my captors were.

"What happened." A commanding voice broke through Rosie's shock and she looked up, seeming to remember who we were in front of. She bowed down on her hands and knees.

"I found her like this My Lord, Avery had her."

Fury unlike any other lit up Riddle's face, I was glad it wasn't directed at me. Malfoy meanwhile had made his way to my side and looked almost green when he got a proper look at me.

"V-Vanessa." A bubble of blood came out of my mouth, Malfoy flinched and got out his wand. He waved it over my body and I cried out when I felt my rib push itself back into place.

"Fuck, Tom." Another cry left me when he turned my head to look at my cheek. "He broke her cheek." Explains the pain.

I gripped Malfoy's hand, forcing him to look at me. "Vanessa, he has V-Vanessa, please." Malfoy nodded and looked at his Master.

Riddle waved his hand at Rosie and she fled from the room, giving me one last horrified look. He then rolled up his sleeve and a saw a snake shaped tattoo suddenly appear on his arm. Next to me Malfoy was still attempting to heal my wounds, he gently turned my face away from Riddle and touched my cheek with his wand. I could feel the skin knit itself back together, and the bone realign itself. He was cursing under his breath, his hand flicked and a potion appeared in it. Un-corking it, he bought it to my mouth and emptied the contents. Immediately the pain lessened and I sighed in relief. Having done all he could, Malfoy lifted me off the ground and gently put me on the couch near the fire. I whimpered at the small pain this caused me, he shushed me gently and pushed my hair out of my face.

Riddle was holding his wand to the tattoo on his arm and hissing, suddenly there was a 'pop' and Avery appeared. I jolted on the couch, not wanting to be near this vile man. He seemed shocked that he had been bought to this room, shocked and surprised enough to have not done up his pants properly.

"What in Merlins name," he looked around and saw me, then he saw his Master. Fumbling to do up his pants, he fell to the floor in a extravagant bow. "My Lord Voldemort."

"Where is the Veela?" It surprised me that this was the first thing out of Riddle's mouth Avery removed his mask and looked up at Riddle, I could see the resemblance he held to his son. "She is...indisposed My Lord."

Oh my god, I was too slow. I cursed myself and a sob left me. Avery noticed and looked over at me, a disgusting smile lit up his face. "Shall I retrieve the memory and show you My Lord, show that slut what I will do to her."

"Did you rape the Veela?" It was a clipped tone, and Avery seemed finally to notice that his Master was not in-fact happy.

"I-I hadn't gotten to that part yet." I looked down and saw that his knuckles were bloody, he had beaten her. Bile again rose in my throat and I swallowed it down.

"And you believe that you have permission to violate property that does not belong to you?" Avery seemed confused with the question.

"You said to make them suffer, My Lord. Women suffer through physical and mental anguish, the more personal the better." He likes to beat them the Muggle way. "I was going to do the same to this one," he nodded to me, "as it has always been done."

Riddle looked calm, his eyes though, I shuddered and sunk further back into the couch. "Did you know of this Malfoy?"

Malfoy stood from next to me, he faced Riddle and bowed once. "No, My Lord." He looked disgustedly at Avery, "Nor would I sanction such methods."

"Very well," Riddle raised his wand and pointed it at Avery, "Crucio". The fat man fell to the ground and screamed, I knew those screams well. I closed my eyes to the disgusting withering form, I held not enough pity for the suffering of evil men.

The screams died off into sobbing and finally silence, I opened my eyes again and looked at the twisted form on the floor. His neck was broken, somehow he had convulsed enough for it to have snapped. His eyes were wide and rimmed with blood, mouth hanging open and half bitten off tongue protruding like dead meat.

I closed my eyes again.