See guys, I'm trying. I'm gonna warn for mildly graphic depictions of violence/torture/cursing and Grindelwald. Very dramatic. Sorry. I have many feelings after Infinity Wars.

Disclaimer: I just want Percival to be happy and alive.

Chapter 30:

Percival screamed internally. He hated Grindelwald. He hated him. Just when he thought he might be free of him, he was dragged back. He was in some abandoned warehouse. Or maybe it was a storage room? He didn't know. Actually, he didn't care. He was tied to a chair. The metal of it was digging into his back. Adriana was sitting a few feet in front of him, slumped over, bound to her own chair. Grindelwald was pacing around the room.

"I would ask what you're doing here, but I have a pretty good idea." He said. Percival glared at him. "I mean, I'm here. And I know that the British Ministry likes keeping tabs on me. After all they want to make sure I never visit Britain." Grindelwald came to a halt in front of Percival, blocking his view of Adriana. He smiled down at Percival. "I also heard a rumour that a boy who looks very much like Credence has been here." Percival continued to glare. There was a moan from behind Grindelwald. Adriana was waking up.

"What the hell?" She asked. Grindelwald glanced back and smirked.

"Ah you're awake my dear." He said. "So good to see you again."

"Grindelwald." Adriana hissed. Grindelwald ignored her and turned back to Percival.

"So Percy, be good for me." He said. "Tell me everything you know about this boy." Percival said nothing. Not when Grindelwald asked him again. Not when he slapped him. Punched him. Not when he started cursing him. Not when he used the Cruciatus curse. Not when Adriana started screaming his name. Percival was familiar with these things. Well maybe not with Adriana screaming. But he could barely hear anything she said, it was drowned out by the pain. He wasn't there anymore. He was back in that cellar. Trapped. Alone. And certain he was going to die. He felt Grindelwald's cold hands prying at his shirt, ripping the useless thing open. In a foggy haze he heard Adriana gasp. It jolted him back to reality slightly. Just enough to make him squirm uncomfortably. He remembered what had been cruelly marked on his chest. His right pectoral has been shoddily engraved with his mark. The mark. Just more proof of how he was something tainted by Grindelwald. He'd never wanted anyone to know. He knew some people did, those that found him, those that treated him. But no one else. It was his shame. Any other injury could be brushed off as something else. This was too personal. He wanted to curl up and hide.

"Stop it!" Adriana screamed. "He can't tell you anything if he's half dead!" To Percival's surprise, Grindelwald did stop. He frowned down at Percival.

"Really Percy?" He asked, eyes flitting to Adriana with disdain. "This is who you pick? I mean, I know the appeal of a good old Brit, but she seems a little much." Percival said nothing. Grindelwald leaned in close. "I mean, what about Tina? She's a bit bull-headed but dedicated. And if you get tired of her I'm sure her sister would always welcome you." Percival kept his mouth clamped shut. He wouldn't fall for his tricks. But Grindelwald always knew how to play Percival like a damn violin. "Though maybe Adriana has something Tina doesn't, hmmm?" Grindelwald smiled cruelly and Percival felt his heart sink. "She is pretty, I haven't had a chance to sample the goods myself but her breasts must feel pretty-."

"Shut up." Percival hissed. He hated himself for it. By answering, he'd told Grindelwald exactly what he needed. That Percival still had a weakness. A way to be manipulated. Something Grindelwald could exploit.

"Now, now Percy, that isn't very nice." Grindelwald said, wagging his finger. "What would our young lady friend think?" Grindelwald leered at Adriana. He moved towards her slowly. Percival opened his mouth only to feel a familiar cotton wool like feeling. Grindelwald wouldn't let him speak or scream. No, he would punish Percival for disobeying him so he would never do it again. Adriana glared down Grindelwald as though issuing a challenge. "Shall we get better acquainted my dear?" Her glare intensified.

"Better men than you have tried." She said with such confidence that Percival didn't know whether to admire her or tell her not to be a fool. Her eyes were trying to bore holes in Grindelwald's head. "And I'm still here."

"But none of them were quite like me." Grindelwald pointed out, voice calm, smile ever-present. His hand's snaked along her shoulders, caressing her hair. Adriana didn't move. Percival tensed.

"No, they realised they should be quick about the whole thing, not that there was much chance." Adriana said, a playful hint in her voice. Grindelwald bent down, tongue running up her neck. To Percival's surprise, and mild horror, Adriana tilted her neck to allow more room. Grindelwald pulled away, clearly surprised himself.

"I'm surprised you'd be alright with being a whore in front of your lover." He said. Adriana smirked.

"How do you know I wouldn't enjoy being watched?" She teased. Percival wanted to close his eyes, his ears, everything. Adriana didn't act like this. She wasn't like this. He didn't want to see what Grindelwald would do. Fortunately, he didn't have to. There was a loud crash and bang outside, causing them to jump. Grindelwald frowned before heading out. Adriana watched him leave before her body slumped. Behind her appeared someone Percival didn't think he'd see again. He didn't think he'd ever been so happy to see someone. They looked uncertain but determined. Percival had never been more thankful. Credence had arrived.