Something Broken and Bruised || AU || Fenrir + Alecto
She had been beaten before, she had been taken by force before, and she had felt pain so much worse than this. The burning in her ribs, the ache in her wrist, even the horror of violation were nothing compared to the sorts of things she had taken in the past, the manner of torture she was accustomed to by her father's hand. She could take what he had given her and much more, because despite what Master Carrow might say she was strong, stronger than he would ever be. She was wild, and fierce, she was a fire wrapped in ice, ice that grew too thin more often than it ought to. She could stand any beating, and pain, and way he might force himself upon her, but she could not stand to be caged.
The man had locked her in her room for five days, spells in place to insure that she might use no magic inside. The space was comfortable enough, though he had plunged it into darkness, which she could not escape. However the very reality of being trapped, of not being able to come and go as she pleased, chained within her own mind where her demons could dance all night and day was unbearable. Her hunger was inconsequential, the broken bones were nothing, but this feeling, this restriction of her most basic freedom had driven Alecto closer the edge than she had been in a long time.
And then he had taken her out, her had freed her and attempted to capture her again, with pain this time as her bonds, to use a beating to take the gift he had given her, and for a while that worked, but Master Carrow had been too bold with such acts. Normally Alecto's logic would have kept her there, because if she ran things were sure to be far worse, but eh had stolen away her mind and left there that of a wild creature, one who saw the chance to run.
The apperation had been blind, in part because if she did try to direct her magic it might fail all together, her body was so weak, so broken that any strength she had was unreliable and in part because she could not think of a place she might go to be face. Amycus was gone and she did not know where, and there was no safe haven that did appear in her scatted mind as another cage.
And so she lay now in the forest, staring blankly upwards, at the moon, the stars, the dark. The cold of snow seeped into her bones, and the air curled around her small body, it's chill holding her close but she didn't mind, she couldn't mind. There was light somewhere near by but the witch had no desire to move towards it, though if she tried it was unlikely she could manage the feat. No, it was better to stay here where the only thing crushing her was the wight of the stars, so much sweeter than the ache of a chain.