Peter never thought his life would amount to this. Torturing children just because of their parents, he means. Yet here he is, standing in a room with a nine year old with directions to torture them. All because of their blood status. He felt the same feeling in his gut he had when he sold out Lily and James. And when he threw Sirius under the bus. And when he got the mark.. actually, he had felt this feeling a lot, but Merlin, he'd never get used to it. Seriously. Alright, snap out of it, Pettigrew. We torture the kid for about an hour for no reason, and then we're done. Just get it over with. Plus, they deserve it. They ripped off someone's finger on the way here, so they deserve the torture. It's only fair. Yeah. Totally fair. He continues to look down at the kid, and they're now looking back up at him. No emotion though. Just blank and cold. He feels a slight shiver as he makes eye contact with them. It felt like they were quite literally freezing him with their stare. Ugh, again! Snap out if it Peter! Get to it already. He straightens his posture in an attempted to more put together and intimidating, but fails, as he shifts his gaze away from the kid

“Uh.. so I have to torture you now..”

He trails off with a small shudder. Whether it's from the fact that he might be killing a child soon or the fact that he can still feel your gaze on him, he shall never know. He gaze flickers back to yours. Still blank.

“Y'know.. hurt? I'm going to hurt you really badly for a long time, alright? You understand me?”

Oh yeah. And he was bad with kids. Sweet.