Water splashed over Alex's face.

"Wake up!" She was in a dark room, the only light above her- a single bulb bearing down on her.

"Where is he?!"

"Elvis?"

*SMACK*

"Oh, baby," Alex muttered with spite, "Harder...!"

"Don't tempt me," The voice, definitely not Justin's, growled.

Alex tried her chains. Since she was fully dressed and not terrified out of her mind, Justin was not the one who had captured her.

"Talk!"

"No!" Alex replied in a mocking tone. Another blow, this one from behind, "Pathetic!"

"You think Justin hurt you? That's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you!" A third slap sent her back into unconsciousness.

When she came back around, she heard arguing. Alex kept still, making sure they thought she was asleep.

"I was told I would deal with the prisoner alone!" Her interrogator ripped out a few hairs whipping her head back, waving Justin's wand in her face, "Where is he?!"

She smiled, "Please, do you even know what foreplay is? First threaten, then follow through." Sadly, her body was conditioned to respond to violence, a response she was trying to suppress, "Try again."

Smack, smack, smack...

"HARDER!"

Suddenly, her other captor walked slowly into view. This one was different, far more predatory. His hands disappeared from view. She felt a sudden nervousness.

"WHERE IS HE?" Her captor bellowed. Meanwhile, her other interrogator- who had not spoken, acted. His hands reappeared.

Alex felt them digging into her flesh, underneath the protection of her clothes, "AH!"

They pawed at her, pushing her face down.

"Where?!"

She closed her eyes, her body, against her will, reacting to the pain, "I know, I know!"

"Where is he Alexandra?!"

She panted as the hands removed themselves, aware that the wand was set down on her lap.

"Isn't it obvious?" She spat, flushed, "He's right behind you."

The interrogator sighed, "Really? Are we going to play that game?"

Alex laughed, "Justin... uses me," She spat some blood out of her mouth. It mixed with her saliva, and dribbled down her chin, "And he also knew that the best way to draw out the wand was to draw attention to it. Most likely some morbid investor bought it from a smuggler. Whomever is in charge of the mansion now would sell the wand, but would reobtain it if it meant locking Justin back up."

"So he is free?"

Alex swore internally, "I didn't say that."

The guard slapped her thighs painfully, harshly whispering, "I know... what he did to you..." His hands snaked between her legs, roughly stroking her, "Isn't that your worst nightmare...?"

She actually laughed while he mimicked violating her, "Please..." His eyes quirked up, "Do you really think that he would let anyone else enjoy molesting me?!"

His eyes, nose, mouth and ears erupted blood like a volcano. Justin stepped out of the shadow. She could see it on his face, he was remembering their time together. What it felt like to-

"Time to go, Alex."

He freed her, and they bolted out of the mansion.