Oh You're Gonna Lose Your Soul Tonight

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Who: Audrey Kingston and Rudyard Thomason
When: A night after her arrest
Where: Someplace isolated and not kosher
Summary: He's been waiting a long time to get his hands on her.
Warnings: Bad bad things. Torture. If anything else happens, I'll put it here.


The spray of sea managed to burst through the hole in the wall posing as a window, making the freezing conditions that much more intolerable. One day after her arrest, Audrey was huddled in the corner of her cell. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her person. She did this both to keep warm and to dig her fingernails in the sensitive skin under her arms. It was better to focus on that pain than anything else. About an hour after thoroughly inspecting her cell, Audrey closed her eyes. She hadn't opened them since. Facing the reality of the situation was too much. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see how small she looked. She could ignore her cellmates leering at her barely clothed self, only in the tank top and shorts she wore under her robes when she broke into Gringotts. She could pretend that when she opened them again, she would have full capability of sight, that her cousin hadn't completely taken the vision from her right eye with that curse. She could walk away from Azkaban with her eyes closed.

She was not to be granted such peace of mind. Her cell door opened and two guards blocked the entrance. "You're wanted in the interrogation cells. Let's go." Audrey pushed herself to her feet. She raised her chin proudly and the guards laughed. "Uh huh. You're gonna wanna hang on to that, sweetheart. You're in for a rough night." Audrey wanted to scream at them, to kick them in all the places her legs could reach, to spit and bite and do anything that resembled putting up a fight.

But she was tired. She was tired and cold and it wouldn't do any good anyway. Already the dementors were seeping into her soul and making their mark on her. One of the men placed a bag over her head. As they pushed her along, she said, "Is this a surprise party? Mates, you shouldn't have." Even making the remark was exhausting, but she made herself smirk a little beneath the makeshift blindfold. They won't crush her, at least not this early in the game.

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[oktyabrina]

It'd been a week after he tried to beat information out of Ravensdale about Audrey's whereabouts and her plans that she was arrested in Gringotts. They'd yet to find out why she'd been there in the first place and that's what Rudyard was there for. He was incensed enough that she'd gotten to her target first and foremost which made him look like an idiot. He should have killed one of Ravensdale's family members or that boyfriend of hers to get information out of her. But no worry. It was water off his back. He'd have to get more information about who had let her into Gringotts, how she was able to cleverly get past all the security measures that protected the vault she'd been found near.

There was also a report that she'd summoned her patronus and sent it somewhere. Where, exactly, he wasn't sure of and he needed to find out. It no doubt contained a message since there were no dementors in the area. That's why he was sitting in an interrogation cell. It wasn't much better than a prisoner's cell, but the warden tried his best to make Rudyard feel at home, even having a pot of tea brewed for him. He could feel the dementors floating around the room outside, but he wasn't bothered by it.

Rumors were that he was impervious because he had no soul to begin with.

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They pushed her along, trying to support her even though she didn't really need it. It was a stark reminder that eventually, all the prisoners of Azkaban become incapable of doing anything. She heard it all around her as they went deeper into the prison. The cries, moans, and shivers of the damned were just as soul-wrenching as the dementors. She became grateful that she couldn't see any of her fellow prisoners.

Finally they reached their destination. With a load creak, the last door opened and Audrey was shoved inside. Not that she had needed the convincing, with the dementors right there. She had shackles firmly at her wrists, but they allowed enough movement for her to rip the bag off of her head. Audrey found only a man sitting in the room, finely dressed and with a pot of tea. He hardly cut any kind of imposing figure. It was such a strange image that Audrey couldn't help but look the man over skeptically. Not that she looked any better, so skimply dressed and her one eye glazed over.

[oktyabrina]

Rudyard didn't look up at Audrey after she entered nor threw off the bag. He had a speck of dirt under his nail and he needed to get it out. There. Once it was out and he was calm, he eventually looked up at her, moving only his eyes. Rudyard's appearance often fooled people who came into contact with him. He spoke eloquently like a proper gentleman until you pushed him too far to the edge. Then he could speak every disgusting word in the human lexicon.

"How was your first night in Azkaban, Miss Kingston?"

[antisnotabug]

She hadn't the slightest clue of what was happening here. Audrey slowly walked around the table, around him. She was blatantly sizing him up. Who would send in a ponce like this for interrogation? Suspicion tensed her body to the point where she resembled a tightened coil. Deciding to play along for the moment, she shrugged nonchalantly. "Food leaves something to be desired. It's no Marriott."

[oktyabrina]

He lifted his tea cup to his lips and took a large gulp of it as she circled him like some sort of predator. The only predator in this room was the only one clothed. Rudyard didn't make any movement to follow her with his eyes nor his body. He just remained stoic as he put his teacup down. "Sit down, Miss Kingston. This can only take so long."

Then Rudyard remembered his manners. "Please."

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The gap between his command and his polite gesture gave Audrey pause. Wolf in sheep's clothing, perhaps? It seemed hard to believe but it wouldn't be the first time she's encountered such a person. There are plenty of collectors in the cursebreaking world who make nice and flaunt gentility but would just as quickly slit your throat if it meant gaining some artifact. Again testing the severity of the situation, Audrey did not sit down. She didn't even acknowledge the statement. She just held his gaze. "Who are you?" It isn't a question so much as a demand.