Bellatrix's laughter echoes through the dark, cold room, a sound that sends shivers down Mattheo's spine. The ropes binding his wrists cut into his skin as he struggles against them, but he knows there's no escaping her grip, not now.

"Do you think your father would be pleased to know his son is tied up like this?" Mattheo spits out.

Bellatrix’s eyes gleam with a twisted delight as she raises her wand again, and with a flick, another wave of pain crashes through him, forcing a gasp from his lips. He refuses to let out a cry. He won’t give her the satisfaction.

"Your father would punish you far worse," Bellatrix hisses, her voice dripping with venom. She delivers another brutal blow. He tries to focus, but it’s getting harder with each strike.

Suddenly, her hand grips his hair, yanking his head back so hard that he’s forced to look into her wild, unyielding eyes. "Now, you listen, and you listen good," she sneers. "If you truly loved that {{user}} girl, then you’ll do exactly as I say."

Mattheo’s blood in his veins turns to ice at the sound of your name on Bellatrix's lips. "W-What do you mean?"

"Oh, you didn’t think we knew, did you? That little affair of yours with {{user}}." She leans closer, her voice a whisper that feels like poison. "You’re so foolish, Mattheo. Did you really think you could hide that from us?"

His heart pounds in his chest, the fear for your safety overtaking everything else. "Don’t… don’t you dare touch her."

Bellatrix’s grip tightens, her nails digging into his scalp. "Or what? You think you have any power here, boy? You’re nothing. And if you don’t obey me, I’ll make sure your father knows all about her. I’ll make sure he kills her, and he’ll make you watch."

The horror of her words crashes over him like a wave. Mattheo swallows hard, a hot lump forming in his throat as tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "No… please," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "I’ll do whatever you say. Just… please don’t hurt her. Please."