TORTURE

AN: Nasty torture ahead. I might have gone a bit far. GG<> Although, it might look unnecessary, but I wanted to do things in classic old ways. 😬😬 Early apologies, if you don't like this one.

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The first guy's name was Anton, a tall blond wizard with a rather muscular build. The second was a witch, goth style, with long black hair, and her name was Samira. They were kneeling on the ground before Ryan and Bellatrix as they sat, sipping butterbeer.

Ryan looked at them, then back at Bellatrix.

"Bella. You wanna learn how to torture people for information back without magic? Just you and your tools vs them?" He asked her with a smile.

Bellatrix widened her eyes hearing Ryan, "Really?!"

"Yes! Bella, no magic. You are gonna have to get into the groove, ya know. Get personally into that zone and torture them. That's the best way to vent all your tension and anger. Ah! Look, there's the kitchen," Ryan pointed at the kitchen behind the counter, "I'm sure there are some knives and sharp objects in there. Go grab them and show me what you got. I'll just sit here and enjoy my drink. Okay?"

Bellatrix nodded happily and rushed toward the kitchen.

Ryan then looked at the two captives. Anton was glaring at Ryan while Samira was shaking in fear. They didn't utter a word or make a sound.

"What? What the fuck are you looking at motherfucker?" He kicked Anton in the gut, sending him flying backward. "Bellatrix is gonna torture you with her bare hands and you got the balls to shake like little girls?! Stop that! Grow some balls, bitch!" Anton coughed blood but got back on his knees and glared at Ryan once again. Samira, on the other hand, was trembling even harder.

"How long are you going to survive like this, running and hiding?" Anton asked before throwing a mouthful of blood on the floor.

"Hiding?! Hahaha!" Ryan held his head and began to laugh. "HAHAHAHA!"

"What's so funny?" Anton frowned.

Ryan stopped laughing and stared at Anton with a sinister smile, "Who the fuck is hiding? I killed more than half of Voldemort's army, foiled his plans over and over again, killed all the fuckers he sent after me, got an army of undead... And you think I'm running and hiding? Are you fucking retarded?! Maybe you should get your brain checked... Oh! Or maybe Bellatrix will cut it open for you. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Anton gritted his teeth hearing Ryan.

"Ah! Samira, was it? My apologies for making such a scene before a woman. Oh, where are my manners?" Ryan took his half-empty mug of butterbeer and splashed it on her face. "Here, have a drink."

"AHH!!" Samira screamed as she got drenched in butterbeer.

Ryan grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him, "You scream like that and you are not even tortured yet. What happened to the famous Malfoy's tough guys? Where did all your courage go? Hmm? Where? Tell me!" He released her chin and slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. "Man or woman, it doesn't matter to me. You come after me, you die, well, some exceptions."

Samira was still shaking in fear but was also angry because of Ryan's treatment toward her.

Ryan noticed her expression, "Oh? Did I hit a nerve? Good! Here, let me hit your nerves a bit more!" He kicked her stomach, making her scream.

"GAAAHHH!" Samira cried in pain.

"Ryan! I'm ready!" Bellatrix came back with a bunch of knives, iron rods, and even a saw.

"Dang! Where the heck did you find that saw? You gonna saw them into pieces?!" Ryan widened his eyes seeing the saw.

Bellatrix shrugged her shoulders, "Found it lying around."

"Alright," Ryan pulled down a tablecloth and tore it into two pieces. He stuffed one into Anton's mouth and the other into Samira's mouth. "There! Now let's start the torture session, shall we?"

"So, how are we gonna start?" Bellatrix asked with a large sadistic grin as she was finally getting to do things she was an expert at.

Ryan thought for a moment and a wicked smile emerged on his lips. "Start with the fingers!"

"Tehehehe!" Bellatrix laughed maniacally and grabbed Samira's left pinky finger.

"C'mon, Bella. Start with the man first. In life woman always goes first, they have so many advantages. So, this time, let's reverse the role, shall we? Let the man go first, alright?" Ryan suggested with a mischievous smile.

"Oh! Alright!" Bellatrix changed her target and grabbed Anton's pinky finger. She grabbed a sharp knife.

"Mmmmfff!!!" Anton tried to struggle but two undeads held him still.

Bellatrix placed the blade of the knife on top of his pinky finger, "Ready?"

Ryan nodded with a smile as he walked over to the barrel and poured two more glasses of butterbeer for himself and Bellatrix. "Start!"

"MMMMFFF!!!" Anton struggled.

Bellatrix raised the knife...

Snap!

"MMMMMMFFF!!!" Anton screamed behind the cloth. Blood oozed out from the stump, where his pinky finger used to be attached to.

Bellatrix smiled and showed Ryan the severed bloody pinky finger, "Got it! I think he wants me to cut off all his fingers." She giggled.

"Very good, Bella! Very good!" Ryan smiled seeing Bellatrix's work. "Go ahead. Make him bleed. Hurt them. Show them the pain you went through last night. Make them beg for mercy, but don't listen to them. Instead, increase their pain!"

Bellatrix nodded with a large grin as she cut off Anton's ring finger next. Then his middle finger, index finger... And finally, thumb. Anton screamed behind the cloth while Bellatrix laughed seeing his bleeding stubby fingers. She was happy because she was finally getting to express her pent-up frustration. She could vent out all her anger and tension.

Ryan watched Bellatrix and sipped Butterbeer leisurely. 'Good. Let her vent out all her emotions.'

He clenched his left fist, remembering those painful days he spent in Azkaban. Shitting and eating in one place, well, food... He shook his head, remembering eating rats and insects in there in hunger. Getting tortured almost every day. Feeling the Dementor's breath near him all the time. The agonizing pain he went through. The humiliation. The suffering. The madness. Ryan closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He is going to hurt each and every one of them, the ones responsible for his sufferings, and everyone related to them.

Bellatrix stood up with a satisfied sigh as she threw the knife on the floor after cutting all of Anton's fingers. She picked up a rod and grinned watching Anton's bloodshot eyes and crying face.

Ryan walked over to her and grabbed her shoulders from her back, "Now, now... We should at least let Anton say his last words before you shove it up his ass, right? Poor guy must be dying to scream and curse us with his dying breath, right? I'm sure he won't tell us where Lucius Malfoy is, or where Voldemort is hiding, or what their next plan is. I'm sure he is a very loyal dog. I can see it in his eyes. You see, Bella, he'll gladly die for his loyalty."

"You think so?" Bellatrix asked with a sadistic smile as she looked at Anton who was glaring at them. "Even if I smash his balls and cut off his dick and feed it to him, even then?" She tilted her head with a dark expression as her smile vanished.

"MUMMMM!! MUMMMM!!" Anton began to shake his head.

Ryan nodded, "Of course. He doesn't care about his own life, he won't reveal anything even if he gets tortured to death. But let's at least let him say his last words."

"I don't believe you. I want to test it first," Bellatrix said and moved toward Anton.

Ryan chuckled, "Do whatever you want." He then looked at the terrified Samira, "Hey, girl. Look! Your partner is gonna die. Sad, isn't it? But I'm sure you too are loyal. You'd die before revealing any information, right? Of course, you would. Because you are loyal to Voldemort or Malfoy, your savior, your god... Aren't you? Hmm?"

Samira just shook her head hearing Ryan. She peed in fear.

"Oh! You are pissing yourself. Are you into watersport-type of kinks?! I didn't know you were a pervert! Wow! Bellatrix! It seems like Samira here is a pervert. She is getting turned on by Anton's screams and your torture, hahaha!" Ryan laughed loudly and Bellatrix joined him.

Samira cried behind the cloth, feeling humiliated.

Ryan wiped the tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes and calmed down, "Okay!" His expression turned serious as he gave a nod to Bellatrix, telling her to remove, Anton's gag.

"Now, first our Anton will speak. Then our Samira will speak. If even a single detail happens to be mismatched," He glanced at Bella, "She's gonna shove that rod up both of your asses!" Ryan threatened and Bellatrix nodded with a large grin. "Oh, if you curse or scream, other than what I asked earlier, same punishment. Rod up your ass. Oh, I forgot to mention, hot iron rod up your asses."

Anton gasped for air as soon as Bellatrix removed the cloth from his mouth.

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