Post by colin on Feb 21, 2010 17:03:47 GMT -8
December 30th, 2010
4:20 pm
Colin was thrown into his cell with a grunt. It was his third beating today; he was starting to feel special, the other prisoners only got two. He assumed that someone high profile was on their way and they wanted the auror who tried to kill Trevor to look especially beat up. Colin was covered in bruises and rivulets of blood ran from his cuts and nose. He spat some blood to the side and struggled to his feet, shuffling over to the bars.
He called out to the guards walking away from his cell, "Oy, mates! I thought you were supposed to beat me, not tickle me! Three times a day too much for ya? I can do this all day!"
He heard the guards mutter something that he could barely make out. Colin just shrugged and moved back to his bed. He winced as he sat, it seemed that they might have cracked a rib this time. His injuries hurt like hell, but in a place like Azkaban you could not afford to show weakness. It was made to break you, to make you lose all hope of escape. Colin knew all too well what this place was like, having put away countless death eaters within its walls. His way to cope was to cause as much pain for the guards as possible through his constant verbal harassment. He was known for having endured plenty of torture with the use of his mouth and near endless supply of hot air to spout, but that did not mean he was immune to pain.
Colin tried to lay down, but the pain taught him better, there was definitely a cracked rib. He listened and did not hear the usual chatter of the prisoners, not even the guards. It unnerved him, something big was happening.
4:20 pm
Colin was thrown into his cell with a grunt. It was his third beating today; he was starting to feel special, the other prisoners only got two. He assumed that someone high profile was on their way and they wanted the auror who tried to kill Trevor to look especially beat up. Colin was covered in bruises and rivulets of blood ran from his cuts and nose. He spat some blood to the side and struggled to his feet, shuffling over to the bars.
He called out to the guards walking away from his cell, "Oy, mates! I thought you were supposed to beat me, not tickle me! Three times a day too much for ya? I can do this all day!"
He heard the guards mutter something that he could barely make out. Colin just shrugged and moved back to his bed. He winced as he sat, it seemed that they might have cracked a rib this time. His injuries hurt like hell, but in a place like Azkaban you could not afford to show weakness. It was made to break you, to make you lose all hope of escape. Colin knew all too well what this place was like, having put away countless death eaters within its walls. His way to cope was to cause as much pain for the guards as possible through his constant verbal harassment. He was known for having endured plenty of torture with the use of his mouth and near endless supply of hot air to spout, but that did not mean he was immune to pain.
Colin tried to lay down, but the pain taught him better, there was definitely a cracked rib. He listened and did not hear the usual chatter of the prisoners, not even the guards. It unnerved him, something big was happening.