Marcus had chosen to accept the pain that came to him, though it was difficult for him to see Andrew in such a way - the only reason he had stood up for the blonde was because he cared, and he didn’t want him to be hurt.. Though it was beginning to seem like he didn’t really help ameliorate the situation by interfering. The dark haired young man watched as his redheaded torturer made her way over to Andrew, in response to which Marcus began to struggle against the shackles, trying to get to the blonde. “Drew…” He sighed, voice husky from the pain that radiated over the wound in his chest, the blood loss from which was beginning to cause him to become woozy. His eyelids felt heavy as he once again ceased to struggle, hanging freely from his wrists. As the male Death Eater made his way over to him, Marcus perked up and tried to move away, though was dragged back down by the shackles. A slight hiss passed the male’s lips as he felt the wound on his cheek appear. “I’m not a coward.. You’re the coward.” Marcus spoke through his teeth, gaze dropping to look dead into the man’s eyes. He was about to retort once again before the fist was delivered to his face. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as the wizard struck him with punch after punch, each causing more deep red liquid to drip from his face. As the Death Eater walked closer, Marcus spat a mouthful of blood toward the floor and as soon as the other male was close enough, he kicked his legs out toward the man, hoping to get at least one hit in for Andrew’s sake, though he fell limp as the knife was plunged into his stomach, a light groan passing his lips as he peered down to see more blood pooling out of his body.
Marcus’ eyes drifted over to the redhead who had been dealing with Andrew. The blonde male spat a mouthful of blood toward her, which was honestly the single stupidest thing he could have done. The auburn haired woman wiped her face then dropped the chair leg and grabbed the knife from her belt, plunging it into Andrew’s abdomen. “Don’t push your luck, Danes.” She snarled through her teeth as she began to turn the blade, watching intently as more of his skin severed. “Oh Andrew..” She tutted, shaking her head. “I have much more to give than you realise.” The auburn haired woman taunted him before removing the knife in one quick motion, blood dripping from the blade. Without another thought she then plunged in back into his abdomen in a different position to the first piercing, leaning closer to him as she turned the blade once more, her gaze burning into his.
Bas simply laughed at his victim’s weak retort. He truly was pathetic. The Death Eater shook his head, and was pleased to see that the wizard was silenced by the presence of the knife in his abdomen. A maniacal laugh filled the room as he pulled the knife back out of the wound and stepped away from him. Basiliscus watched as his victim’s gaze drifted over to his blond companion -- Ivy’s current toy. He seemed quite focused on the other man and an idea came to him. He moved over to the table, hearing Ivy’s words to the blond travel through the room. She was clearly having fun. A smirk came to his lips. The dark-haired wizard moved over to the already broken chair and snapped off another leg. He then walked over to the table on the side of the room and placed the bloodied knife on the table, picking up some alcohol and pouring it over the wooden leg. Placing the bottle in his pocket, he picked up a lighter and holding the leg up, he set it alight -- the fire burning hot just in front of him. Bas picked the blood-ridden knife up once again and moved back over to his victim. He moved behind him, smirk still on his face.
Lifting the knife up to his neck, he called over to Ivy. “Why don’t we have some fun with them.” He suggested, ensuring the burning make-shift stake was held far away from him. He made sure that his pathetic victim could feel the heat radiating from it, though. He waited for Ivy to step away from the blond before he offered his proposal. “We’ll give you a choice.” He stated, slowly. The smirk on his lips was growing with every word. “I can either slit his throat right now,” he started, bringing the knife closer to the trash’s neck. “Or we can burn you alive.” The room fell silent for a moment before Bas spoke up again. “Choose quickly.” He shouted. But it didn’t even take another second for Andrew to speak up. “Me. Do it.” His voice was loud, though his wincing from the movement surely made his injuries evident to all three of them. This didn’t stop him from spitting more blood in Ivy’s direction, though. Pleased with the blond’s quick response, he removed the knife from the wizard’s neck -- making sure to catch him with the knife as he did so, but it was only a small cut compared to the rest. “If you insist.” He nodded. “But. It wouldn’t be quite as much fun if we did the honour’s, would it?” He directed the question to Ivy, smirk pulling on his lips still. “Why doesn’t our new pet do the honour’s? Let’s call it... initiation.” He said, putting the knife in his back pocket and removing the male from the hook on the ceiling. Getting his wand out and pointing it at the wizard, he passed him the stake. “Off you go then,” he said, moving towards the blond himself and drenching him in the alcohol. This caused the blond to wince -- the alcohol was obviously stinging where it came in contact with his wounds. “It’s okay.” The blond’s blue eyes focused on his ex, his voice gentle and a smile almost found its way to his lips. “You’ll either do it yourself, or we’ll make you.”
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