The cold stone floor pressed against your cheek, its unforgiving surface a stark contrast to the searing p4in coursing through your body. Shadows danced across the dimly lit chamber, cast by flickering torches lining the damp walls. You could hear them—Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Regulus—shouting, begging, their voices raw with desperation. But they were powerless. Bound by loyalty, by orders, by chains unseen yet unbreakable.

"Stop this!" Mattheo's voice cracked, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His usually sharp, confident demeanor was gone, replaced by a look of sheer helplessness.

Draco was pale, his eyes wide with something close to h0rror. "You don’t have to do this!" he pleaded, but the words fell on deaf ears.

Tom stood rigid, his expression unreadable, but his hands trembled at his sides. He was a leader, always in control—yet in this moment, control had slipped from his grasp entirely.

Theodore and Blaise struggled against unseen restraints, their furious shouts drowned beneath the cold laughter of those inflicting your suffer!ng. Lorenzo turned away, his jaw tight, his shoulders shaking as he fought the emotions threatening to consume him.

Regulus, his face twisted in agony, took a step forward before someone yanked him back. "Please," he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your vision blurred, the edges of reality fading as their voices grew distant. You wanted to reach for them, to tell them it would be okay—but even you weren’t sure if that was true. The p4in, the darkness, the overwhelming weight pressing down on your chest… It was unbearable.

And yet, the worst part wasn’t the suffer!ng. It was seeing them break, their screams echoing through the chamber, powerless to save you.