Lily had been trying not to think all day, but it was proving impossible. Her mind ran a mile a minute. She was scared, that much was obvious; scared of the guards, scared of the constant eyes and scared of the whips they all carried. Lily wasn’t sure how long she’d been sitting at her station staring into nothing, but suddenly someone was standing in front of her.
“Slacking?” The tall, dark man asked, a malicious grin on his face.
“N-no Sir,” she replied quietly, the tension in her shoulders increasing as he looked at her.
“Stand.” He commanded. She complied as he conintued, “Kneel.” She knew what was coming, she knew to brace herself.
CRACK. Her back stung.
CRACK. It bled.
CRACK. She refused to cry.
Regulus watched the guard beat the redheaded girl with indifference. Being part of the privileged members of the brotherhood, he was assigned to watch and to learn the different torturing techniques, instilled on the prisoners.
"That is how you beat the slackers." O'Brien told him, gesturing Regulus and the rest of the future guards to follow him as they walked around.
