Forgotten Memories || Self Para
It would only have been a matter of time before Erin Monroe's identity had been figured out by the band of Death Eaters. Honestly, the young brunette was surprised it had taken this long - though she had a funny feeling that the pair who had just removed her from the cell were definitely going to make up for lost time. "The Minister's granddaughter.. What a prize," one of the Death Eaters snarled from his position behind her with his strong hands restraining both of her wrists, his grasp kept tight to ensure that she couldn't escape. The young woman wasn't scared of her fate; she knew and had accepted that it would likely be a painful one - but if her pain meant another of the order members could go on living, then so be it.
Erin wasn't all that sure how long she had been locked in that cell with the other order members that had been taken, it made her wonder whether it was the length of time she'd been cooped up in a cell that had left her feeling weakened or that fact none of them had been fed or watered since they had arrived. Either way the brunette could feel herself weakening with each movement. Her skin was paler than usual and there were dark purple circles occupying the space beneath her eyes. The young woman's face had slimmed considerably, and was covered in a thin film of dirt and grime that laced the floor of the room, where she had been trapped.
Soon enough, Erin and her two captors arrived in a small room in which a large hook hung ominously from the ceiling in the middle of the room, no doubt ready for the shackles that were attached to the woman's wrists, or she assumed. Her assumption was correct. Before she could even kick out or protest, the frail body of the woman had been lifted by the two Death Eaters and hooked onto the ceiling by her wrists, the metal bonds digging into her skin as she hung a few inches above the ground. "Just get it over with, will you?" Erin rolled her eyes, her voice laced with a weak impatience as she watched both of the Death Eaters scanning the tables that lined the edge of the room. Each one held numerous types of different torture devices. Both of the dark figures snapped their menacing gazes toward the brunette, their eyes darkening as menacing smirks fell over their lips. “As you wish..” One of the men spoke, flicking his wrist as he shot a curse in Erin’s direction. It didn’t surprise the woman that they would start by using one of the unforgivable curses, nevertheless she was not prepared for the pain that seared through her entire being as the light hit her chest. A scream was ripped from her mouth, her entire body tensing as the pain intensified.
Closing her eyes tightly, the brunette young woman continued to scream out in pain - it almost felt as though someone had forced fifty daggers into her torso and were turning them all at once. As the Death Eater broke the spell, Erin allowed her eyes to open, tears trickling down her face as she peered toward the two figures while her entire being quivered, the pain slowly beginning to dissipate. She probably shouldn’t have taunted the pair but that wasn’t exactly Erin’s style. “Is that the best you’ve got?” She spoke breathlessly through her teeth toward the Death Eaters. She barely had time to react, before she was hit by two Cruciatus curses, one from each of the darkened figures. The pain was excruciating and all she could do was scream. Her eyes closed once again, though this time an image flickered through her mind - an image of a male.. Joshua Nolan.. Josh. Someone who she had only spoken to a few times yet.. The images she saw - felt more like -memories from what seemed to be a long time ago.
A summer’s day, she walked with him, her hand in his and laughter spilling from her lips, she looked over at the male to see a dashing smile lacing his features. Erin’s heart swelled in her chest, pounding heavily as she began to lose herself in the memory, to lose herself in him. The young woman had never felt something like the way this memory was making her feel, what was it? Love? For someone she barely even knew? No, it couldn’t be love. Though as the memory continued, the words left the lips of a past Erin Monroe and were repeated from the male before a gentle embrace turned into a kiss. Snapping her eyes open, Erin was thrown back into the present and once again registered the excruciating pain that pulsated through her entire being. More and more screams flew from her until she found herself growing weaker, her entire body hung loosely from the shackles that bound her to the ceiling. “Stop.. Please.. No more.” She whimpered softly as her eyes slowly began to close, welcoming unconsciousness along with the repeating memory that now flitted through her mind.
