She didn't know what to do. She couldn't talk. With every word she decided to let out of her mouth, the possibility of dying was nearing faster than the way her flew with this thing.
The girl was simply trying to hold on to him for dear life, but this was not working. She could try begging. But how worse would she allow him to treat her? If she begged, she would be nothing but another victim of his little game. Not that she wasn't already.
Amy did not believe he would kill her. No. But he could make sure she wasn't walking for the next month, that is for sure. She knew he was no killer, he just liked to have his fun by using people. Making them feel as if they were nothing. It was as if he as feeding of their fear and all. It made the Hufflepuff's stomach turn just by the thought.
But her thoughts were soon broken, when he decided to kill her. For real.
At least a part of her died the moment he decided to take a dive. They were flying face first into the ground.
I am dead.
She closed her eyes and started screaming, pleading for him to stop. She was begging, and she didn't care at that moment. She just wanted this to stop. Now.
And it did stop when he suddenly loosened his grip, allowing her to land on the ground.
She felt her wrist turn, and the sound of breaking bones echoed in her ears.
Soon followed the pain, and the girl held her wrist, crying in pain.
She didn't even hear him when he said something before leaving. She was too busy trying to calm herself -and the pain- down. But she was in such shock she could do nothing, but hope that someone would come and find her soon.