Lucius' grey eyes scanned the small, dank cell, mouth sneered with obvious distaste before turning to the men behind himself.
"This is utterly unacceptable. I insist on a bigger cell, for one."
The officers laughed and pulled the door shut.
"The door will open at 7am, your Holiness." One spoke through the bars, while the other sniggered.
Lucius raised a brow. "We're free to walk around?"
"Of course. Just don't try to escape. You won't get far."
"I demand now to-"
The two men walked away.
"How dare you! Come back here!"
Lucius rushed up against the bars and looked out. The man opposite, a repulsive being with a shaved head and what looked like rotting teeth, was staring at him.
"Problem, pretty?"
Lucius inwardly shuddered and moved away from the bars. His cell was about three feet by six. A tiny bed bundled at one corner, a toilet in the other. A constantly refilling bowl of water sat by the bed, plain soap beside it. Lucius made a mental note to write to Narcissa for supplies, particularly soap. He didn't want any of that revolting substance roughing up his skin.
He tentatively touched the mattress, then recoiled. Did they really expect him to sleep on this? It was hard as a brick and had suspicious off-white stains on it. Lucius looked about the place. There was simply nowhere to sit. When his idiot of a lawyer got him out, he would sue anyone even vaguely related to the 'incident' for every penny, including that idiot Dumbledore, who had trumped up the charges to begin with. Conspiring with the Dark Lord? Attempted murder? Physical assault? What nonsense! He started to pace, dust billowing up around his robes.
Once he got out, he endeavored to get back at the old fool the best way he knew, financially. He'd make that damned school a hole in the ground! Then he'd build a new one. A better one. Sev could teach there, with proper students, not the dunderheads he was used to.
Lucius stopped, running a hand through his hair. By Merlin's beard, he was relieved Sev wasn't here. Not that he could be, of course. It would arouse too much suspicion.
It often amused Lucius, how good the man was at playing all angles. He knew Sev continued to play both Voldemort and Dumbledore until the side that looked like it was going to win became more obvious. Lucius liked to think he could attain the same victory. However, he realized he was mistaken.
This was why he was in this cell and Sev wasn't.
He had failed.
Lucius sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.
He had failed the Dark Lord, which meant someone was going to pay. Severus had guaranteed him that Draco would not be the one.
That had been the night before the big attack, when Sev had snuck away from the school to be with him. They had made fast, furious love, then sat together with a glass of firewhisky. Beyond the sex, Lucius often felt the Potions Master was the only one who understood him, who he could speak to freely. Not even Narcissa, his trophy wife, could fathom their relationship, instead leaving them be and entertaining herself with a variety of lovers. Lucius didn't much care.
"Draco will come to no harm. I will guarantee that, Lucius."
"Don't talk this way, Sev. We will succeed."
Severus had simply regarded him with his wondrous black eyes, which always spoke volumes.
You won't succeed, Lucius.
Of course, he had been right. He was always right.
Lucius lay to his side on the bed, pulling up the blanket to cover his slim frame, perched awkwardly on the edge.
He endeavored to sleep, but found it difficult, only to have snatches of dreams. In one, Severus pointed a wand at Dumbledore and uttered the killing curse, in another, Draco was taken away by a werewolf.
The morning didn't come quick enough for him.
One of the first lessons Lucius learnt was that the guards were very adept at ignoring. As soon as his cell door opened, and the prisoners piled out, he found the nearest officer he could and demanded that he be moved to a bigger cell. The man had stared straight ahead, face not moving. Not wishing to embarrass himself further, Lucius went to another man, only to suffer the same treatment.
"No luck?"
A large man regarded him with interest. Lucius swept a disapproving eye over him, then turned his back to him.
As soon as they reached the 'dining room', dozens of circular tables each seating a dozen, Lucius swept the room for his friends. No women, he noted. They were obviously separated. Lucius thought of Narcissa surrounded by such ruffians and was grateful for it.
"They separate friends. You won't see yours here. They'll be in a completely different part of the prison."
The large person now had half a dozen or so friends with him. One was the rotten-toothed man who had been eyeing him the night before.
"Please refrain from speaking to me." Lucius swept away and looked for a place to sit. He finally decided that a nerdy-looking wizard to the far right looked promising enough. Lucius ambled over.
"Don't sit here!" the man slammed a hand down, causing Lucius to jump. Lucius eyed him a moment. If he had his wand, he could best this man in an instant. Well, you don't, he told himself. Besides, magic was not allowed, unless one wanted severe punishment. He had been informed of the rules when he arrived. Ever since the Dementors had left, they were more lenient on the prisoners, allowing them to leave their cells, building a dining room, in an attempt to clear some of the bad name of the prison. The freedom they enjoyed was at the cost of no magic. Lucius felt this to be fair.
"Sit here." A wizard with long straggly grey hair pulled out a chair. Lucius gracefully sat.
The group of half a dozen or so surrounding him was a motley sort, ranging in ages from thirty to about seventy, from brunettes to redheads to blondes. The only thing in agreement between them was, in Lucius' mind, their obvious lack of class and looks. He would degrade himself by sitting with these 'men' for one day, he told himself.
"Only one choice."
Lucius saw what the others were eating and sighed. "Shepherd's pie."
He truly looked to the food before him. Did they truly expect him to eat this nonsense?
"I know you." A big-nosed redhead. "You're Lucius Malfoy, aren't you? From the Ministry of Magic?"
Lucius frowned at his food.
"I knew it was you!"
The others appeared to look at him with interest.
"Oh yeah, you're the jerk!" Another spoke up. The table roared laughter.
"You're said to be a powerful wizard."
Lucius had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes.
"They were right about one thing," a buggy-eyed blonde said. "He's certainly got class, a lot more than any of us ruffians."
Lucius took a bite out of his pie and resisted the urge to gag.
"You'd be used to the finest, wouldn't you?"
"Have you seen the family? Beautiful wife and son."
"Please refrain from talking about them in my presence!" Lucius snapped. The table laughed once more.
"How about we talk about you, then?" The big-nose spoke up again. "See, I hate aesthetes-"
"Now, now, Kevin." The grey-haired man put a hand up. "It's not Lucius' fault that he has more money and power and... yes, beauty than we can ever expect."
"Forget it, Kevin." The one from the table opposite who had refused to let Lucius sit down called across. "He's involved in passing the very laws stopping you from gaining a foothold in life."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Lucius spat. "Whatever happened to personal responsibility?"
He was feeling a weird fluttering in his stomach he couldn't understand.
"Come now, I invited Mr. Malfoy to this table. Let's not fight now." The grey-haired man put his hand up in an attempt at reconciliation. The boy continued to glare at Lucius.
"I used to be a janitor at the Ministry. I'd see you sometimes, so haughty."
"Kevin-" The grey-haired man warned.
"I had to deliver a message once. Do you remember? You opened your office door. By Merlin's beard, you were so beautiful and powerful. I was utterly tongue-tied. I just handed it to you, then bolted."
Lucius cast his mind back. He vaguely recalled the incident.
"And now here you are. One of us." Buggy blonde said.
"Rose amongst the thorns." Another said and laughed.
The men did not bother him more until he had retreated to his cell. He had opened one of the only half a dozen books he had been permitted to take with him, when the Buggy blonde and Big-nosed redhead appeared in his cell door. Lucius put down the book.
"Yes?"
Buggy blonde closed the door behind them and looked out. "We don't have much time," he whispered to his friend.
Big-nose smiled and stepped across the room to stand before Lucius, who likewise stood. The fluttering in his stomach had returned and increased tenfold.
"It's very simple," Big-nose spoke slowly. "Things work a certain way here. My friend and I wish to have you. Either you surrender, we fuck you. Or you don't. We beat the shit out of you, we fuck you. Either way it ends up with my hard cock shoved up that undoubtedly beautiful ass of yours."
Lucius felt his heart start to hammer. How dare these idiots threaten to rape him!
"I would like to see you try it."
The boy surprised him with a lucky glance across his cheek, but Lucius was prepared. He swung back, surprised at his agility. He always put his faith in magic over physical brutality, thinking it to be utterly inelegant. But as he and the boy started to grapple, throwing kicks and punches, he found himself quite adept.
Then the other one jumped on him. He found himself start to weaken. He tried one last flurry of kicks and hits, even tried biting. But with two landing blows, it was difficult to know which direction to even start.
Bruising arms forced him over the mattress, a cock placed before his mouth, as his prison robes were pulled up, his pants were torn down. Lucius spat, only to be knocked hard across the face once more.
"Let's see what you can do with those pretty lips of yours."
No, this doesn't happen to me! This doesn't!
And then the quick rush of the cell door opening, his attackers being pulled off him. Initially, he thought the officers had saved him.
"You tricked us! You tricked us!" Buggy-eyed man said.
It was the grey-haired man. With the group he had initially refused in the dining room.
"New alliances, for new meat." The grey-haired man shrugged. Lucius barely heard this as he shakily pulled his clothes back to order. He wiped at the blood on his face.
"But you can't-"
"We've paid for the privilege." The grey-haired man gestured to the officer, walking past. Again, these words dissolved in Lucius' mind, as one hand reached for his face. He flinched away.
"They certainly did a number on you." The man sighed.
"Now scram!"
"We'll get you back-"
"Just shut up." The grey-haired man reached Lucius. "Are you all right?" he asked gently.
Lucius shook his head. "Those imbeciles were attempting to violate me! Of course I'm not all right."
"Well, you're all right, now," another spoke up.
Over the next few days, as Lucius' bruises healed, it became known around that area of the prison that he was part of the 'Handuri Gang'. Lucius asked the grey-haired man, Joe, what it meant. He had shrugged and said it was simply a name. It seemed the grey-haired man had also changed allegiance, which one of the members informed Lucius was good for the gang, as the man held much sway. Lucius sat with them during meal times and disappeared to his cell after. He didn't shower, too mindful of his recent attack. The attackers occasionally passed him the odd look, but otherwise didn't even attempt to talk to him.
And so it was, after a week, when Lucius' bruises were mostly faded and he was able to move without pain, he came to his cell to find the entire dozen members of the gang within it, sitting on the bed, on the floor or standing languidly against the bars.
"Yes?"
Joe stepped up to him. "Time for initiation, Lucius."
He nodded. There had been vague comments for the past few days about this, though he had no idea what it meant.
"We've been kind to you, until now, until your bruises and swelling had gone down."
Lucius felt a knot form in his stomach.
"We wanted you to be beautiful again. It's so much better to destroy a thing of beauty."
The knot went to Lucius' throat. He cleared it, attempted to speak. When he did, his voice didn't sound his own.
"What do you propose?"
The men laughed.
"Come now, Lucius. Do you really expect a thing of your beauty and power to come in here and not get the fucking it needs on a regular basis?"
Lucius' mouth and eyes widened in utter surprise, his body stilled.
"We are all too eager to cater to that need. Unless, of course you want to be thrown to the other prisoners."
"Three hundred in this area," one man piped up. "You wouldn't last a day."
Lucius stilled his trembling hand. "So you're saying you're going to rape me, to save me from the others?"
"Knew you weren't dumb." Joe smiled. Lucius considered his options.
"Fine." He blushed. "I will... pleasure you. And only you." He couldn't believe he was agreeing to this.
"No, we all do you, in any way we please."
"Then it's-"
He gasped as he was suddenly grabbed by the throat and thrown down onto the bed, a dozen hands tearing at his clothes. He remained stoic throughout, biting his lip as mouths and hands claimed his body, teeth digging into his shoulder, his hip bone, his inner thigh. They turned him onto his front and forced him onto his hands and knees. Joe kneeled before him and shoved his cock out. It veered to the left and already spit precum.
"No, I refuse-"
But fingers digging into his face, forced his jaw open. He felt it enter his mouth, go down deep into his throat.
"That's it, pretty, take it all."
He started to choke, then scream as he was roughly entered from behind.
"So tight..."
The man behind thrusted, tearing the delicate membranes with every harsh movement and jolting his body. In his agony, he tried to move away, only to have bruising hands hold him in place. The man continued his cruel action, matching his rhythm with the man fucking his mouth.
"Take it, take it, take it, slut!"
After what seemed an eternity, the one behind him pulled him back further and cried out like a wild animal, his cock spasming inside him.
Seeing this, Joe abruptly pulled out from his mouth and shot his load all over his face.
"Was that tasty enough for you, Lucius?"
The next one wanted him on his back, legs pulled up against the other's chest. Another climbed on Lucius' own chest. As he was forcefully entered for the second time, Lucius was horrified to feel tears running down his face, to hear whimpers he couldn't hold in, no matter how he tried.
He hadn't cried since he was ten.
When his Mother had died.
"Aw, he's crying!" Mock compassion sounded.
"Can't handle it, baby?" One said and laughed. The others sneered around him.
Lucius vowed to take bloody revenge on every man in this room.
The one on his chest ran a hand down his face. He cringed away from the surprisingly gentle gesture, at odds with the other one roughly fucking him.
"Didn't realize you'd be so delicate," the man said, then shoved his cock into Malfoy's mouth.
It was after those two finished and two more entered him that two officers passed. They would have heard his cries, would have heard the name-calling, the laughter, the grunts and graphic language in the rapes, themselves.
The two continued past.
Tbc...
The Taking by Bell Pie
