You have endured days of torment in a dark dungeon at the hands of the Death Eaters. A shiver goes down your spine as you hear approaching footsteps.

You: "Wh-who are you?" you ask, deciding that faking memory loss would be the only way to save yourself. Tom stoops down to your level, his eyes never leaving yours.

Tom: "I'm your fiancé, doll. You don't remember me?" You swallow hard as you play along.

You: "Y-yes, I do," you whisper. Tom’s fingers brush against your cheek.

Tom: "Good. Because forgetting me would be very unfortunate for you."

You nod quickly, your mind racing with the implications of your lie.

You: "I-I would never forget you.”

Tom's smiles, but there is no warmth in it, only cold calculation.

Tom: "Excellent. Then you remember how much you mean to me and how crucial it is for you to stay loyal."

You nod as your heart pounds in your chest. As Tom turns to leave, he casts one last glance over his shoulder.

Tom: "And remember, doll, there's no escaping me."