Lucius Malfoy was sprawled out on the floor, his body in agony as he tried to catch his breath. The intense, burning pain in his stomach from Ryan's punch was just the beginning of his suffering. His vision was getting hazy as he fought to stay awake, his thoughts a mix of bewilderment and terror. He never imagined that the night would end up like this.
"Lucius, Lucius, Lucius, Lucius, Lucius..." Ryan taunted as he walked around Lucius, watching him struggle to get back up as his face twisted with a cruel smile. The purple glow in his eyes flickered ominously as he glanced at Bellatrix, who stood beside him with a wicked grin of her own. Narcissa stood in the background, her face a mask of cold indifference. She had chosen her path and there was no turning back now. Besides, Lucius was one of the loose ends of her past, nothing else.
Ryan kicked Lucius in the ribs, causing him to cough up blood.
"Argg! Cough! You bastard! Narcissa... Why?!" Lucius spat out the blood in his mouth and glared at Narcissa, who just stared at him with emotionless eyes.
"Why? Hahahaha! Why?! Why indeed? Because you're a pathetic piece of shit, Lucius," Ryan laughed mockingly as he kicked Luciu's stomach once more. "You pathetic worm," He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You don't even understand what's happening, do you? All those years of plotting, of scheming, and you still ended up here—at my mercy. How does it feel, Malfoy? How does it feel to be the one groveling?"
Lucius tried to speak, but his words came out as a weak croak. His throat burned from the Firewhiskey, and his mouth tasted of blood. Ryan didn't wait for a response. He raised his wand, and with a flick of his wrist, sent Lucius crashing against the wall again. This time, Lucius felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as it dislocated upon impact.
"Gaaahhh!" He screamed in agony, the sound echoing through the dilapidated cottage.
"Oh, stop screaming like a bitch!" Ryan's voice was cold, devoid of any empathy. He slowly approached Lucius, who was now slumped on the floor, clutching his shoulder. "You brought this on yourself. All those years of servitude to a madman, and what did it get you? Nothing but ruin. And now, look at where it has led you—to this shitty little hovel, surrounded by enemies. How poetic, don't you think?" He crouched down next to Lucius and grabbed his collar. He pulled him up, forcing him to look up at the purple-glowing eyes.
Lucius's eyes were wide with terror as he looked into the eyes of his tormentor. Ryan's expression was one of pure malevolence, his intent clear. This wasn't just about revenge—this was about complete and utter destruction. Lucius could see nothing but darkness so deep that it threatened to consume him whole.
"You sent me to Azkaban on fake charges, you bastard," Ryan hissed, his grip tightening around Lucius's collar. "Do you have any idea what it's like in there? The cold, the darkness, the Dementors sucking the life out of you every single day? I rotted in that hellhole for years because of you. Do you know what it feels like to have your soul torn apart over and over again? No, I doubt you do. You, Lucius Malfoy, are a coward. You hide behind your wealth and your connections while others suffer for your sins."
He threw Lucius to the ground again. He landed hard, the pain in his shoulder intensifying. Before Lucius could react, Ryan used his signature binding curse. Chains shot out from the ground, wrapping around Lucius's wrists and ankles, binding him in place. He struggled against the restraints, but it was futile. The chains were enchanted, and his wand had already been knocked out of his hand, lying useless on the floor several feet away.
"Now, call your men, your connections, use your wealth, go on... I'm waiting," Ryan taunted as he walked around Lucius, his voice dripping with contempt. "Scream for help, beg for mercy..." He punched Lucius's chin hard as two teeth flew out of his mouth. "Show me the mighty power of Lucius Malfoy. Motherfucker!"
"Aargh! Fuck you, Ryan!" Lucius spat out the blood in his mouth and glared at Ryan with defiance. The chains held him in a single place.
"Heh, now that's more like it! Yes, that fire in your eyes, that arrogance... The pride that refuses to give up in the face of adversity... That's what I want to see from you, Lucius Malfoy," Ryan grabbed Lucius by the hair and forced him to look up at him once more. "Otherwise, it'd be boring to just kill you here. No, I want you to suffer. I want to break you until there's nothing left but an empty shell. I want to strip away everything that makes you Lucius Malfoy and leave only the pathetic, broken husk of a man behind. Wait! I did take everything away from you... Aahahahahaha!!"
Lucius could only glare at Ryan as he laughed maniacally. He was helpless, completely at Ryan's mercy. He could do nothing but watch as his tormentor toyed with him like a cat playing with its prey before delivering the killing blow.
"I've destroyed your territory, your mansion... I've taken your wealth, your wife... Oh, yeah," Ryan walked toward Narcissa. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. She didn't resist, her eyes cold and unfeeling. "I've taken your beautiful wife too... Say, Lucius, how does it feel to watch the woman you love submit herself to another man? To watch as she moans in pleasure beneath me, calling out my name as I fuck her senseless?" Ryan taunted, a cruel smile tugging at his lips as Narcissa remained silent.
"You bastard!!" Lucius cursed, his eyes burning with rage as he struggled against the chains holding him.
Ryan merely smirked, a satisfied look on his face as he watched Lucius squirm in anger. He knew exactly what he was doing, pushing all of Lucius's buttons until he snapped.
"Sorry, but play with me a little." He whispered in Narcissa's ears. She nodded as Ryan grabbed her waist and kissed her passionately. Lucius's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold before him. Ryan was violating his wife, and yet, Narcissa was returning the kiss with equal fervor, as if she wanted it just as much as he did. Ryan broke the kiss after a few minutes and turned back to Lucius with a triumphant smile.
"See? Even your wife wants me. You pathetic worm. You can't even satisfy your own wife. That's why she's seeking comfort in my arms now, Lucius," Ryan taunted as Lucius glared at him with hatred. He kissed her neck and licked her ear lobe.
Narcissa, however, remained impassive, her gaze cold and distant as she stared at her husband.
Lucius's breath came in ragged gasps as he stood on his knees bound on the cold, unforgiving floor. Every part of his body screamed in pain, but the agony in his heart was far worse. The sight of Narcissa in Ryan's arms, kissing him with such cold indifference, was a betrayal that cut deeper than any wound. His vision swam with tears—of pain, of fury, of despair—but he refused to let them fall. He would not give Ryan the satisfaction of seeing him break.
Ryan slowly pulled away from Narcissa, his lips still curled in that mocking, triumphant smile. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin in a gesture that was both possessive and cruel. Then he turned back to Lucius, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "What now, Lucius? What will you do now that I have taken everything from you? Will you beg for mercy? Will you grovel at my feet and beg me to spare your miserable life?"
"Go to hell," Lucius rasped, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"Hell, you say? Hahahahaha! Oh, I'll go there eventually, gotta someone else to kill there, but that's for later. Right now, let's talk about you, yeah? So, allow me to be a little more persuasive..." Ryan walked over to Lucius, his footsteps echoing ominously in the silence of the room. He pointed his wand at Lucius and swished it in the air, throwing a nonverbal curse.
"AAAARRRGGGGGG!!!" Lucius's screams echoed through the cottage as excruciating pain exploded in his body. His arms and legs twisted at unnatural angles as the bones within them shattered, the sound of cracking bone reverberating throughout the room.
Ryan smiled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as Lucius writhed in agony, his screams echoing through the cottage. He casually walked over to Narcissa and wrapped his arm around her waist once more, pulling her close to him. Narcissa leaned against Ryan, resting her head against his chest as she watched Lucius suffer with a cold glare.
Bellatrix was smiling, leaning on the wall.
"KILL ME YOU INSANE LUNATIC!"
A large grin appeared on Ryan's face. "No. No, Lucius. That would be too easy. Too merciful. You don't deserve mercy, Lucius Malfoy. You don't deserve anything but suffering. So, allow me to heal your broken bones and break them once more and repeat it over and over again... TILL THE MORNING! Then, I'LL ASSAULT YOUR FIVE SENSES, ONE BY ONE, AND KEEP YOU ALIVE JUST TO MAKE YOU SUFFER. SCREAM, BITCH!" Ryan pointed his wand at Lucius...
"Brackium Emendo!"