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

The blonde had taken a kick from the retort about her mother, noting that that much had made the witch talk back was good. He knew how to get to the witch. He knew her weakness, and he was most certainly going to exploit it when the opportunity presented itself.

But not now.

Now, the blonde was interested only in carving a single word across her right shoulder. SQUIB. Capitalised for effect, and deep enough to leave an ever lasting scar. Cursed, too, by the blade so that it could not be removed from the witch's body when it was finally found.

Blood poured down the witch's naked back, but the blonde made no move to solve this. Instead focusing on the witch's screams of pain, laughing softly as she grew more desperate, her body trying ever so hard to heal itself, to shut itself off, but the blonde did not allow for this to happen.

Only when the whole word was complete - making sure to keep the witch awake - did the blonde move away, much too satisfied with his work. "Make sure she stays awake." He'd instructed the brunette before he left, and the brunette had done just that.

Every time Lucy's eyes began to close from exhaustion, or pain, the brunette had slapped her hard across the face to bring her back to the now. As he waited for each time the witch might fall asleep, he ate, and drank, but offered her nothing. When he finished with his food, he tormented the witch with more pain. Slicing the skin - only shallowly, to bring a new found pain to her.

The blonde and the brunette swapped intermittently for the next few days. The blonde opening the wound on the witch's shoulder afresh each day with his knife to keep the wound fresh, sore. They beat her time and time again. Used the Cruciatus Curse when their own hands grew bored. Not allowing her a moment's rest.

Until the fourth day.

They had both left for a break on the fourth day - bored of Lucy and her screams. They were coming back, oh yes, but there was no set time to do so. She was alone, and they were far too confident that she could not be found.

The constant tearing of Lucy's flesh so the man could carve had made her sob. Softly and painfully. She had thought she might get a few moments rest once he was done. She could tell what he had written. It wasn't hard to figure out.

However the second she closed her eyes she got a slap from the brunette, and the pain continued for the next four days. She was beaten, punched, kicked, the blonde had a particular thing for her stomach for most of the days. She had felt something crack inside her, and had felt sharp pain in her side. Her body went into survival mode and tried to shut itself down however the constant slaps wouldn't allow it.

As brutal as the two men had been she knew she had thrown the brunette. The brunette that had enjoyed cutting her. He had at one point threatened to slice her wrist. To which she had turned her arm and told him to go ahead. One scar was already there from where she had tried to before. "You think you can make me hate myself doing this? " She had asked. The only time she had dared look in his eyes. "You can't make someone hate something they want dead anymore then they already do. Go ahead. Kill me. I'll die a hero."

That she knew had thrown the man because instead of cutting her in retaliation she'd been choked. As a result her windpipe was bruised, the kicker was the lack of sleep. Her body simply couldn't handle the abuse it was getting. Her feet had gone numb, her side swollen and almost black. Her face, well that was another thing entirely. Cut lips. black eyes, swollen jaws and very bruised cheeks.

The blonde was the biggest asshole out of the two she had decided. Recarving everyday into the cut that her body tried to heal. Slowly making it deeper. Harsher. She slumped when they got bored of her. Lucy's breaths shallow and soft, a sort of calm came over her. Her body was ready to shut down. To stop. She was ready for this to be over. She welcomed it.

[/ Lucy's mother had first alerted the Aurors that her daughter was missing as soon as her boss said she hadn't shown up for work. The animals on the farm knew something was up and the horses had escaped twice. Even the niffler had calmed itself because something very wrong was happening.

The only creature that knew was Frank. Lucy's demiguise. He knew the girl he liked was suffering, but it wasn't until he saw where the building was that he went to the Ministry. Using the same method he and Lucy had gone into to talk to the girl with, going to the man known as Jake's office and looked up at the man. Holding his hand out, he had to let the wizard in to save his Lucy.

A dark room that only had one source of light. A figure, not fully recognisable was tied to a chair. Hands behind their back, different to before. There was a curse uttered and a green flash of light..

An old manor, almost a ruin if people were honest to themselves. The top floor was pretty badly wrecked it was mainly the basement and the top floor that were useable. Two men carried a body out of the distinguishable manor and began carrying it away.

The scene changed to a body dump in the alleyway, where someone found the body. Bruised. Battered. But the face was unmistakeable. Especially with the tattoos on the body. It was Lucy.


Frank looked up at the one known as Jake. If Jake didn't find Lucy, and soon she would be dead. He had given all he could. Frank just hoped the one known as Jake would be able to find his favourite human friend before it was too late.  

Lucy didn't have long left and she knew it, she had hung her head and was slowly accepting her fate. Her body was slowing right down. No one was going to come, she was exactly as they said. A squib. Who would come for her, who would know where she was. No one. Lucy let her head drop further, her body slumping forward and her arms behind her.

Frank looked at the human that Lucy considered a friend. He would go wherever he saw Lucy taken to be honest. He didn't want to stay in this place where he knew people didn't like him. Nor did they understand they just wanted to hurt. Jake-the-auror was different he helped his Lucy. When Jake-the-auror moved and left Frank went to his chair and sat. It was a comfortable chair. He waited to see if his Lucy could be found in time.


Lucy was barely conscious when she heard the door open. She was so used to the dark she didn't see who it was but she heard a voice. It sounded like Professor Jake. But the men had done so many tricks she figured it was either one of them back or in some kind of gentle way a guardian angel had appeared to take her to the other side and the angel looked like Jake.

Ropes untied Lucy slumped forward. She didn't care about her nudity but she knew Jake's smell. Over the years she had gotten used to it and knew exactly which aftershave and deodorant her friend used. The thing he wrapped around her however was very warm. It was a shame it was being stained by blood pouring from her cuts that he re opened when her body moved.

Lucy blinked as she felt movement before wincing as they were outside. The sunlight burnt because she wasn't used to it for almost a week. Lucy looked up tiredly at Jake, it was him. Well at least she hoped it was.

"Jake.." She whispered tiredly. "Stop" She passed out. Her body too tired to continue keeping her awake .




The two boys had gone to report to their bosses and show all the torturing and pain they had inflicted on the squib. Getting high praises they were tasked to finish the job then dump the body. The two had argued over who was going to kill her, and how. They had decided they were going to beat her a little more and give her the crucio curse for a little longer before the other finally cast the unforgivable spell.

Returning to the manor with a strut, a swagger in their walk they entered the room. Fully prepared to finish the job.

All colour sank from both their faces as they found the chair empty. Either the girl had escaped, which was highly impossible. Or.. Or someone had found her . Either way . They were screwed.