Chapter 9
Things escalated quickly over the next few weeks. Hugo's true nature was quickly revealed. He began to torture Skyler for his own enjoyment. He banished most of the servants from the castle so no one would find out.
"So... tell me about Tom." Hugo said, walking up and down in front of her during the second session of torture.
He'd shackled her to the wall by her wrists and ankles.
"Please..." Skyler whispered, tears dripping down her pale cheeks. "No more."
"We won't stop until I'm finished." He growled, moving closer to her.
She sniffed and her head drooped down, her hair falling down to her bare stomach. Only a band of leather covered her chest and waist, binding her to the wall.
Hugo didn't really care about Tom, he just wanted an excuse to hurt her.
"Tell me... did Tom give you pleasure?" Hugo said as he moved a thick, dark whip through his fingers, looking up at her. "Did he make you feel good?"
"Yes." Skyler said, her voice shaking.
He dropped the whip and moved closer suddenly, his hands on her bare thighs.
"Did he make you feel special? And loved?" He raised his voice, digging his fingers into her legs.
She groaned in pain. "Yes! Yes, he did."
He moved his fingers higher. Skyler gasped in shock at his touch.
"You're so delicate..." Hugo said in a softer voice.
She quivered in fear at what he might do to her.
"Oh... my." A whimper escaped her lips.
He looked up at her again and smirked.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"No..."
"Don't lie!" He snapped. "You want it."
He moved her onto a cold, hard metal bed, forcing her down. She lay, trembling beneath him. He crushed his lips to hers roughly, biting and grabbing at her greedily, drinking her in like an addict.
When he'd finished with her, she was locked in her room.
A few days passed. She thought perhaps Hugo had seen sense and was going to let her go. Or at least stop the torture.
But he didn't.
"So, Skyler."
"Please..."
"Master. I'm your master." He corrected her.
She let out a sob then, "Please, master. Let me go."
Hugo scoffed. "Now, why would I do that? We're only just getting started. I have so much more in store for you, my darling."
She whimpered and struggled.
"Stop it!" Hugo commanded, furious. "How dare you try and escape me!"
He lunged with the whip. Skyler screamed in pain and frustration, blood dripping down the inside of her legs.
Hugo seemed to be charged by this and repeated it. She howled in agony.
He did this until she had stripes across her stomach, bleeding profusely. He allowed her to be patched up by the few remaining servants who were forbidden to speak to her.
As the last one left, Skyler gripped her arm.
"Help me, please! Get word to Tom Riddle!" She hissed urgently.
The young girl shook, nodded, and ran from the room.
Skyler walked agitatedly around the room, wincing. She considered jumping out of the window but it was very high. Would facing another day of torment be better than being smashed to pieces on the forecourt below? Probably yes. She was too scared to try anything else so she sat in wait.
She waited two days before he appeared again. He shackled her to the wall yet again.
He stood in front of her, smelling strongly of alcohol, drinking heavily from a bottle.
"So..." He slurred. "Here we are."
She closed her eyes briefly, her eyelashes casting shadows onto her tear stained cheeks in the sparsely lit room.
"Look at me!" He snarled, gripping her jaw tightly in one hand.
She opened her eyes, whimpering in fright.
He laughed at her fear and kissed her hard.
After a few minutes of this, he staggered back. Skyler lowered her head, panting and tasting the blood from her newly split lower lip.
Hugo pulled out his wand and pointed it at Skyler.
He lifted her head up so she could see the wand in his hand. Her blue eyes widened in terror.
"No... no, don't. Please!" She stammered, shaking.
He cackled then yelled, "Crucio!"
She screamed in agony as pain shot through every muscle in her body.
He continued until Skyler blacked out.
She awoke the next day, aching, her head spinning.
Hugo came slowly forward and undid her shackles one by one. She got dressed. Hugo stood still, not looking at her.
Was he setting her free?
She started to move towards the door.
Before she could leave, he shouted, "Imperio!"
Skyler froze, her mind going blank. Her body no longer ached, she no longer felt afraid, frustrated, any of it.
A voice echoed in her head, Hugo's voice. "Come to me... come to me."
She turned obediently and walked over to him.
"Take off your dress."
She obeyed, standing in front of him.
Meanwhile, Hugo smirked at this new entertainment. He instructed her to do more and more, becoming more degrading by the minute.
When night had fallen, he lifted the curse and left. Skyler gasped, looked down at her clothes strewn all over the floor. She curled up, starting to sob quietly.
She woke up shackled to the cold stone wall yet again, her wrists ached where the metal cut into them. She looked around the room. It was empty.
Skyler could hear crashing coming from somewhere in the castle, screams of servants, explosions and rushing wind. She strained to hear more but then the door burst open and Hugo ran in. He was panting, his neck bleeding and his shirt torn.
"What-" Skyler began.
"You did this!" He roared, slapping her across the face. "You brought them here!"
"I didn't-"
"You brought this upon us." His voice shook and he backed away from her, terror in his eyes. "We're dead... we're all dead."
"What!" She whispered, blood dripping from her mouth. "Who's here?"
Before he could answer, the door burst open and black smoke flew in. It materialized as three people, in dark cloaks and masks. One of them walked forward, raising a wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
There was a blinding flash of green light and Hugo fell to the ground, still and cold as a statue. Skyler gasped weakly and felt no guilt as relief flooded her.
The three cloaked figures moved towards Skyler and started to untie her. They pushed back their hoods and wiped away their masks with their wands. There was a woman with short blonde hair to her shoulders and pale skin and two men; both broad shouldered and tanned with brown hair and strong jaws. They must be twins, if not brothers. One had tattoos, the other had glasses.
"The Dark Lord must really like you, sister. Sending us all the way here to rescue you." The woman said in an American accent, chuckling as she untied her.
"Who?" Skyler said listlessly, her head drooping, blood falling onto the floor from her mouth.
"Oh damn." Said one of the men, lifting up her head with his large hands.
"Quickly!" His brother said, hoisting Skyler onto his shoulder. "He'll kill us if she dies!"
The three of them rose in black smoke and flew off towards the horizon.