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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.
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.
