The Dove; Distressed

"Wake up!" Something struck her face, making Dove open her eyes, returning her back to her horror. She gasped as a snake hissed at her, showing its sharp fangs. Its tail flipping back and forth like what an angry cat's tail would. She whimpered as it swam around her.

"Like your new pet?" Scorpius was sitting in a levitated chair, watching the entertainment. He giggled.

She noticed then that she was seated in a chair, neck deep in the tank of blood. Her arms were free to move around, but her waist and legs were bound to the chair.

The snake busied himself with eating the mutilated birds, swallowing them whole.

"That is cruel!" She cried out tearfully.

"Why does everyone act so surprised with my actions?" He asked in disbelief. "Doesn't anyone know me?"

"Please, Scorpius..." she threw up then, the sight and smell too much for her weak stomach. The vomit swished up against her from the movement of the circling snake. She splashed the vomit away, gagging at the way it floated on the surface. "Get me out of here!" She demanded, fearing she was going to lose her sanity if she stayed in there much longer.

"You'll eat lunch in there." He told her with boredom, although she was completely sure that Scorpius was enjoying every moment of this.

"How?" She gasped out in horror, raising her hands out of the pool. The blood ran down her arms. "I wont be able to eat like this!" Not like she had an appetite to begin with.

"Don't use your hands then."

She bawled, tears washing the blood from her face in streaks. Why was he such a freak? She swallowed a lump of blood that threatened to invade her mouth.

With magic, Scorpius sent a tray of food floating to her. A sandwich with some soup. "Eat." He commanded, raising her chair slightly out of the water, exposing her blood covered chest.

"I...can't." She whimpered.

"You will stay in there until you do then."

She watched as the blood lapped up against the tray. A dove's head bumped up against it. The bird's frozen, black eyes stared up at her. Dove's body shook from fear and sickness.

"I'm waiting, Dove. Start... eating...now."

She looked up at him, silently begging him to change his mind. Scorpius pointed his wand and her hand reached for the spoon that sat in the bowl of soup.

"Open wide." she had no control of her mouth as the spoon went into her open mouth. "Now be a good little Dove and swallow it."

With a grimace, she forced herself to swallow.

"Continue on your own." He waved his hand at her.

She closed her eyes, shutting out the awful scene around her, crying all the while. She endeavored with finishing the soup. Dove had to swallow several times, food mix with bile would often come back up. She hiccuped, erupting a mess out of her mouth and down her chin. The taste of everything mixed sent another wave of sickness.

"Have you had enough?" Scorpius asked, finally satisfied with her punishment.

"Yes!" She practically screamed.

"And what will you do for me if I allow you to come out."

At this moment, she didn't care what he wanted, as long as she could get out of the warm liquid of blood, away from the feasting snake, the floating dead bodies and heads of the breed of bird she cherished the most, and the bitter, nauseating smell of everything combined.

"Anything you want." She whimpered.

"If you refuse my orders, you will go back any there. For a full day."

"Okay..." she trembled as the snake paused by her chest, sticking its tongue out and flickering it against her left breast. "Please, Scorpius!" She shrieked. Now he was just teasing her.

He chuckled and flung his arm up sending her chair sailing out of the tank. It gently landed at the ground beneath him.

"Can you clean me...?" She asked in desperation, shaking at the site of her blood covered body.

His own chair floated down, settling next to her. She watched him closely, wondering why he was taking his time in cleaning her. Scorpius released her bindings and held his hand out to her.

Her eyes glanced up at the tank for just a moment as his warning played through head. She didn't want want to go back in there ever again. She placed her blood covered hand into his so he could help her out of the chair.

"Please... clean me..." she whimpered.

He softly brushed a thumb against her face, looking at her with a greedy passion. She shivered at his touch. "Kiss me first."

Dove did so, willing to do anything to get the nasty blood washed off her. She let his tongue slip into her mouth. She refrained from throwing up, and she held in her sobs until he broke the kiss off.

She dug her fingers into her eyes, tormented by the recent events.

"Well, done, Dovey." He told her sweetly. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Dove cried into her hands, her body jerking with each sob. She felt humiliated. She was broken.

He then washed the blood off of her and cleaned her hair. She was dressed in a white, tight fitting robe. Scorpius clasped their hands together, folding their fingers between each other and apparated them out of the hell whole.

Hopefully, she would never have to go back there.

They now stood in her library. Scorpius summoned up her wand and pressed it into her free hand. He kissed her cheek. "I'd say it's safe to give this back to you. Love Dove won't run away again, will you?"

"I won't." She told him with a shake of her head, curling her fingers around the handle of her wand.

He possessively brushed her hair back from her face with both hands. "Father needs to make you some potions." He kissed her forehead. "I'll see you at dinner." He released her and exited the library.

Dove looked at the wand in her hand. She never in her life felt as hopeless as she did at that moment, and she was sure there wasn't anything that would change her mind on that.