Abducted (Lucy - TW: Abduction, Violence, Torture)

OOC: Whilst names may be mentioned in this thread of members of the Deadly Nightshade group, none of these names are known outside of the group. Please, therefore, do not use them in any further RPs without necessary consent.

Justin Belware had joined the Deadly Nightshade in the beginning. As a Pureblood who had fallen from grace, his name had been dirtied with the marriage he'd stupidly taken to with a Muggle, and down right dirtier had been the arrival of his daughter. Not only was she a Halfblood witch, but she was also so terrible at magic, she had often been accused of being a Squib.

A Squib, who, Justin was ashamed to say, could not keep the Belware name from being plastered through the Wizarding world with her disgraceful choice of career. It had, therefore, been something Justin wanted eradicating from his family name. One more dirty mark taken from the family name.

It had taken a while to broach the subject with the leader of their group, and once he'd come around to it, he'd sent a couple of the younger men off to deal with the girl. She wasn't part of the groups agenda, but it would be a good enough test for the younger members to find out where their loyalties lied.

Which was why on the Saturday evening, just after six pm, two hooded figures were loitering outside in the shadows of a shop front of the Wizarding Street. Their eyes, though hidden, were fixed on the Tattoo Studio. Their task was to take the girl as she left for the evening, detain her. Dispose of her. It was the two young men's choice. So long as the Belware name was quietened.

One man nudged the other as the witch appeared, a wand protruding from the cloak. Ropes flew from the wand, and ensnared the witch in place. The figures moved across the road, put their hands on the witch's shoulder, and apparated away.

Forced in to a seat, the witch was tied in place, and left. The two young men had some thinking to do.

It had taken four times asking but Lucy had finally said yes to dinner with Nero. She was excited, and had taken the afternoon off picking between two dresses. She finally decided on the Black Dress and had done her hair down how Nero had said he had liked.

Lucy had to duck into the shop for about ten minutes to close up properly. Mainly turn the lights off, and make sure nothing was plugged in that weren't supposed to be and all the gear needed to be locked up.

She'd locked up all the guns and needles and had done everything but turn the lights off . She had walked outside for just a second to actually see they were all turned off when she felt something go over and around her and she felt herself grabbed. A small yelp escaped her. No no no this couldn't be happening.

Apparating , which was never fun Lucy put up a valiant struggle as she was tied. "What are you doing! What do you want?" She yelled as she was left alone. Where was she. Why had she been taken? She was nothing special .

The two men were talking next door in a hushed whisper, but could hear the witch screaming next door. Discussing their course of action because this was a test. They were Pureblood, themselves, and the idea of being in the vicinity of a squib... well, it was distasteful to say the least.

"You can have the first go at her." The blonde haired figure said to the brunette. Both of them entered the room, though, the brunette stepped closer, bringing himself before the witch and swiping her with a back handed slap that had the sound resonating around the room.

"How about we start with shutting that dirty whore mouth?" The man spat, hopefully he'd split her lip, get the blood leaving her body. Get her in pain. Grabbing her by the face, the brunette looked at the witch with disgust. "Now, what are we going to do with you..?" He asked, taunting her because he wasn't going to get any say in this. Taking out his wand, the brunette pointed it at the witch's face.

"Crucio." He whispered, a sickening smirk plastered on his face as the jet of red light erupted from the end, and hurtled to hit the witch square between the eyes.

Lucy gasped as she was given a sharp slap across the mouth. She'd bitten her tongue because of it. It hadn't taken her long to figure out who they were. They were all over the news. But why they had taken her she didn't know. She didn't have anything special. Tattooing maybe but purebloods if they didn't like it stayed well away from it.

She looked up at him, the slap had bought water to her eye but not enough to cry. "Why are you doing anything I don't even know you." She said softly, before watching as he drew the wand. Suddenly this became extremely real, and extremely scary.

Lucy had heard about the curse, but never thought she would experience it. At least she had feared it from her dad as punishment but not some stranger and not kidnapped. The light went red and she screamed, her body shaking as she convulsed. Her body tensing . She felt like a thousand hot knives were being thrusted into her. "Stop please!" She begged, she wasn't weak willed she just wasn't the fighting type.

Tears flowed as her body struggled desperately to survive, to lessen the extreme pain. There was nothing she could do. She wanted to escape but there was no chance of that. Lucy struggled to breathe, and almost lost consciousness because of it. Her petite body shook and struggled. She looked almost like she was being shaken by a puppet master or even a two year old toy just yanking on the strings.

The question of why he was doing this was ignored by the brunette as he produced his wand. He didn't have to answer any of those questions. She was not the one in control of this situation.

As the red light met with her forehead, the brunette cringed slightly at the screams. He was not really the kind of man who'd wanted to get his hands dirty, but he was tasked with this job, and he would succeed with it. To keep their leader having good faith in him. The way the witch convulsed in pain, and the screaming was no pleasant affair for anyone, the plea for him to stop made his jaw set. He could not stop.

The witch's breathing was growing shallower... her convulsions more violent, the brunette glanced at the blond, who nodded.

"Finite Incantatum." The brunette muttered, stopping the spell, and allowing the witch to take a few moments to collect herself. "We could just kill her?"

"Our master said to play with her first. That's what we'll do." The blond replied in a drawl. "Leave her. We'll come back tomorrow."

Lucy's body was in survival mode and it wasn't the good version. She heard the men talking . Her breathing was becoming a lot harder to do and her body was spasming more.

When he stopped she slumped forward, her body still twitching slightly. Her eyes felt like they were going to bulge out of her head . Out of her skull.

Being told , well rather overhearing that they were going to be leaving her scared Lucy. The men did leave, leaving her in the room. It was pitch dark. She couldn't see a thing. She hated darkness. She screamed for a while to please let her go, before exhaustion took over. Hours passed from the screaming but soon she passed out. Her body not able to take any more.

In the early hours the door cracked open but Lucy didn't hear it. She was somewhere between passed out and sleeping. Her body slumped forward, her wrists had rope burn and she already looked like a mess. Her makeup smeared, mostly from tears but also the slap. Hair coming undone. She was a mess.

The screaming lasted for a few hours, though it would do little good. The house was soundproofed via magic, and after the first half an hour of screaming, the two men had brought the soundproofing to the room so they could get some rest. She was only going to affect herself with the screaming, but they could keep an eye on her through the window they'd made specifically for this purpose.

Exhaustion took the witch after a number of hours, though, the Nightshade youths left her there, though, debating how to proceed next.

It was in the very early hours of the morning that the two came back in, not quietly. A bucket was thrown over the witch, ice cold to wake her up. "Don't think we said you could sleep, Squib." The brunette said, grabbing the witch by the throat and squeezing so that she'd have difficulty breathing. "What makes you think it's okay to be living in our world, hmm? Think you're something special because you can draw pretty pictures, do you?" He mimicked in a childish voice, throwing the witch, and the chair back so that she was sprawled on her back on the floor.

Drawing his wand, the brunette pointed it at the witch, and was about to mutter the Cruciatus Curse again when the blond put his hand on his co-Nightshades to stop him. "Enough." He spoke quietly, reaching down to lift Lucy back in to a sitting position, his hand going to the bruise on the witch's cheek where she'd been hit. A smirk touched his lips, the blond loved the evidence of violence, especially on women.

"You deserved that, didn't you?" He asked the witch in a manner that would only make her feel small. Patronising. Drawing away from the witch, turning as if he was gonna leave, the man swung back around, his hand connecting with the opposite cheek that would inevitably leave her with the same markings, if not darker.

Stepping away, the blond gave the brunette a nod, and for the second time, he hit her with the Cruciatus Curse, this time more open to the convulsions, the screaming. Perhaps enjoying it, as he watched intently.

Lucy woke in a soft haze but a small jump as she felt coldness . Ice cold water . The gasp was amplified by the mans hand around her neck , she looked up at him . Not sure what she could even do she didn't answer him . How could she . She hated being called a squib but to purebloods sadly that's what she was.

She groaned softly as she was thrown to the floor , it wasn't directly straight back . Her face hit the concrete first , where it was already bruised from the slapping . She winced and moved a little but the throw back had dazed her at best.

Lucy thought maybe they were doing good cop bad cop for whatever twisted reason . Once again she didn't answer as she was spoken down to . Made to feel small and useless . The fist connecting with her jaw got her neck to swivel rapidly , almost like whiplash . This time tears fell and she spat out blood .

The curse came again, Lucy thought she might be ready for it but that was far from the truth . She didn't last as long this time by any means before her eyes rolled to the back of her head , the blood dripping from her mouth as she passed out . Lucy's body still spasming from the curse .'

The witch didn't last very long with the second curse, falling unconscious much too quickly for the blonde's liking. Motioning to the brunette to stop, the curse was lifted, but the witch remained unconscious.

It didn't matter. The blonde stepped forward, pulling a knife from his belt. His hands worked at the cloth that was still covering her body. He stripped her - cutting the clothing free - until she had nothing except the ropes covering her body. And even this was doing little to save her from their gaze.

The blonde motioned for the brunette to get water again, and not five minutes later, the witch was awoken in the same chilling manner. Shock bringing her back to her senses. Taking her hair in his hands, the blonde pressed his knife to her neck. Not pushing hard enough to draw blood, but enough to get her attention.

"Falling unconscious won't stop us..." The blonde told her, his voice showing he was enjoying this much too much to stop. "I thought I'd introduce you to my friend, though." He continued, pressing the knife a little harder in to her throat, creating a small, minor cut, but enough for the bite of the knife to be felt. "You see, it's cursed... so anything I do to you, it won't go away... not that it'll matter when you're dead... but your filthy mother will see it."

Moving around behind the witch, the blonde leaned down so that his lips were by her ear. "Please don't forget to scream for me, I much prefer it when you scream." He told her, pushing the knife in to her right shoulder, carving in to her skin the first letter. The letter S.

Slowly, snaking the knife through her skin, enjoying the fleshy sound of tearing... Oh yes, the blonde was enjoying himself as he worked, and the Squib would never forget the sound of his hot breath on her neck.

Lucy's mind pleaded for her to stay unconscious as she was woken. Once again cold water bought her back and she gasped. Noticing she didn't have the wet clothes feeling. She was fully undressed. Assholes.

Gasping as her head was yanked back she looked up at the man as he had the knife to her throat and spoke. Wincing and tried to not swallow her own blood as the knife was pushed against her. She felt the little nick and looked up at him. "Don't you dare say a word against my mother!" She had hissed before shivering as he had gone behind her.

Hearing him asking her to scream Lucy didn't want to give him the satisfaction but as he used the knife to rip and tear into her soft delicate skin a scream came, high pitched, bloody, and raw. Her whole body tensed at his breath and at the pain, Lucy spat blood out and tears fell as she gave him the twisted pleasure he had asked for.


Lucy's once beautiful face now contorted in pain, covered in bruises and tears mixed with blood. She guessed pretty easily what he was carving into her. Something her father had threatened to do for years. After a while she didn't hear her own screams, and the pain took her to a different level. It hurt it hurt so much. She slowly accepted she was going to die here......and began to want it to happen.