Descent - Mattheo Riddle

Chapter twenty

His hands traversed the contours of my body, intruding upon regions too sacred for his loathsome touch. I heard the tearing of a zip open, followed by the unsettling rustle of fabric as he peeled my trousers and undergarments from my frame.

I shut my eyes, seeking refuge in darkness, but he forced my wand against my neck. "No, open your eyes, sweetheart. I want you to witness everything," he whispered, sending a tremor of revulsion through me.

He drew nearer still. Resigned to the grim reality that escape was futile, I steeled myself to endure, as I had always done. Just as his hand ventured between us to align himself, just as despair seemed my only companion, a disruption came - a noise, a presence, a dark voice slicing through the nightmare. "You sick bastard."

Mattheo

Deep slumber had always been a faithful companion to me, a refuge where even the clamor of a bomb could not disturb my peace. Yet, these were not ordinary times. The relentless tension of fight-or-flight gnawed at my subconscious, ensuring I slept with one eye open, ever vigilant. Thus, when the whisper of that dreaded name pierced the silence, my eyes snapped open with razor-sharp alertness.

"Voldemort is indeed aware of your antics, perhaps charmed by Riddle's unexpected benevolence. While his forces mobilize, I took it upon myself to settle our unfinished business, freed from the cumbersome oversight of others." the voice sneered, a chilling reminder of its owner's presence.

I recognized the timbre and cadence, although placing it eluded me in the moment. Hastily dressing and arming myself with my wand, I maneuvered downstairs, opting for the rear exit to obscure my movements. With a whispered incantation of the Disillusionment Charm, I melded into the shadows, inching toward the voices with the stealth of a panther. Emerging near the makeshift graves Lucia and I had constructed, the scene unfolded with a clarity that tightened my chest. Alexei Mulciber, the Death Eater Lucia had vanquished in the arena, was overpowering her with magic, his intentions written in the cruel set of his mouth.

It was so characteristic of Mulciber to defy orders for a taste of revenge, yet what unfolded next was a descent even for him. As he began to strip the defenseless Lucia, rage clouded my vision. Emerging from concealment, I advanced with purpose.

"You sick bastard," I spat venomously, my voice slicing through the tension. A forceful "Depulso!" sent him sprawling away from her, followed swiftly by a "Petrificus Totalus" that rendered him as immobile as he had rendered her, though painfully conscious of every second.

Approaching the paralyzed Mulciber, contempt coiled within me like a spring. "I always knew you were scum, but a rapist too? Is this how you assert your manhood?" Disgust was palpable in my tone, each word a lash condemning his vile actions.

Lucia had endured unspeakable horrors, her spirit tested by tortures that would haunt any soul, and now this degenerate had added yet another indelible scar. I thought I had plumbed the depths of human depravity, but this was a new low, one that even I found abhorrent.

"Slugulus Eructo," I hissed, watching with cold satisfaction as he began to vomit slugs, his body convulsing under the spell's influence. Yet, this was just the prelude. "Sectumsempra!" I conjured, slashing through the air with my wand as though it were a blade. His screams tore through the silence, a symphony to my ears.

"Ventus!" A hurricane-force wind erupted from my wand, dismembering the already mutilated limbs of Mulciber, scattering them like leaves in a storm. His blood painted the ground, a stark reminder of the fate he deserved.

Leaning close, I let my final words drip with venom. "You're pathetic, a failure not only as a Death Eater but as a man. You've earned every second of this agony."