`` slashed future - Gin.

[shelby felicia hawthorne]

"I told you! I've been neutral for the past twelve years! I don't know anything!" the once blond screamed at the death eater that had his hand against her jaw. He was shoving the left side of her face into the stonewall she was chained to. Shelby had shackles on her ankles that were fastened to the ground with a bar around her stomach holding her in place with two shackles holding her hands up above her head.

Her hair faded from its former shiny blond to her natural light brown. Her make up was long gone along with her fashionable clothing. She was in a tattered black shirt that was a couple sizes to big for her with it not even buttoned. Luckily for Shelby, they let her keep her purple bra. The only other clothing she had on was a pair of torn shorts. She was freezing as she cried against the force of the death eater trying to get information out of her. It was useless. Shell knew nothing and she was being honest.

It was starting her fifth month in here and all she wanted was out and still be alive. She didn't think it was too much to ask but apparently it was. "Listen here Hawthorne. You better tell us soon what you know. The dark lord is close to just killing you. Such a shame. Maybe he'll let me have some fun with you first." he smirked. Shell glared at him, "I don't know a damn thing except this. No way in hell will you have me sexually." But the guy's attention was focused on who was relieving him from his six hour shift. He pushed away from Shelby not tending to the wounds on her stomach. Just moments before he was asking her questions, he used a knife to slash the cuts into her skin.

Shell closed her eyes. Letting her head rest against the stone wall she took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the fact that her own blood was dripping down her skin and starting to make a small puddle at her feet. The death eater looked to the new guy coming in and laughed. "She's a handful. Just watch out for her." he said before walking out. Shell opened her eyes with a sigh as she watched the replacement death eater come in. "Don't even bother. I don't know a damn thing." she sobbed looking up to the ceiling so she didn't have to look at her stomach.

[andrew lancaster gin]

Andrew sighed as he slowly sipped his tea in one of the sitting area's within Headquarters. He simply just wanted to relax for a bit after completing a mission. He had to go and scare some Ministry worker into helping the dark lord. That or watch his little girl get cut up. Luckily for andrew though, he didn't quite remember it all. Just then a messenger appeared in front of him. It read:

You are to relieve Dorgan from guard duty on the traitor. Do not make me wait."

Sighing Gin placed his cup down on his small plate before standing. He slowly picked up his tea and made his way towards the room. From what he remembered the women had been here for about half a year. Poor girl. Sighing he turned down the corridor looking to the holding area. He wondered how she was holding up mental. How well she was doing with the stress. If she had started to lose her self. Gin shook the thoughts from his head. He had to stay focused.

Coming to the door he could hear them inside. "Listen here Hawthorne. You better tell us soon what you know. The dark lord is close to just killing you. Such a shame. Maybe he'll let me have some fun with you first." Gin pressed his wand to the lock and whispred the password before coming in. Dorgin ignored the women before looking to Andrew. A small smile on his face.

He said something about her being a handful, and that he should watch out. But Gin simply sipped at his tea before closing the girl. The room was mostly bare. With a small cushioned chair and a table near the door, and a pile of hay with a toilet near the prisoner. Walking over he placed his tea down on the table and approched the girl taking out his wand. "This will only sting for a bit." He said bending down so he was eye level with her. He pulled a small vile from his robes pocket and held it in front of her. "For your stomach. It'll cure the wounds." his eyes were soft along with his voice. He wanted the girl to know he meant no harm.

[shelby felicia hawthorne]

Shell looked at the man who walked in. He tended to be one of her typical guards but they all started to blend together. She really didn't care about this man. He was probably going to torture her as well as the last guy and the one before that. As he walked over to her, Shelby glared at him, already tensing her body from his rage. "No. Go away..." she shouted her aquamarine eyes full of worry and hate. She watched as he bent down to her eye level. It made her worry, watching him reach into his robes. When he pulled out a vile and held it out, she instantly thought poison. They were going to kill her today. Tears swelled up in her eyes. Shell tugged at the shackles as if magically she would escape, but obviously it didn't work. His words didn't help. "For your stomach. It'll cure the wounds." Bullshit. If anything it would kill her. It wasn't like she really had a choice in this. Closing her eyes, it caused the tears to fall down her already cheek stained skin.

She batted her eyes open and scanned his expression. It wasn't harsh or demonic like the others. He seemed different. His eyes were soft and his tone wasn't demanding or sarcastic. Why did he want to help her? She wasn't giving them anything they wanted; not that she knew anything. But why wasn't he attacking her or feeling up her chest like the other death eaters did? Her eyes searched for anything false about this but she bit her lip before just silently staring at him. It was starting to affect Shelby's mental state of mind. Being stuck against this wall, no contact with loved ones, being out in the sunshine, nothing normal or anything to keep anyone sane. "Why. Why don't you want to attack or fondle me too." her voice cracked, feeling her body to relieve some tension as she stared at him curiously.

[andrew lancaster gin]

Andrew sighed at the girls hesitation. How was it that she had lost all sense of reading people. Perhaps all the beatings and sexual deeds done to her had left her with the feeling of worthlessness. That those were the only things that she was worth. If that was the case, well then it saddened him greatly. Placing the Vial on the ground in front of her just so she could reach it he walked over to the chair and pulled it over followed by the table with which his tea was sitting on.

Taking a seat he took the vial from the ground and pour it into his tea. He then took a small sip before holding it out for her to drink. After he swallowed he talked. "Not everyone who is here, is here because they enjoy causing pain. Some of us are here to prevent those they love from having to go through with such things as murder and torture." He said sighing a bit that his tea was gone. But the girl looked like she could use it more then him.

"My name is Andrew Lancaster Gin." He introduced himself before making a mental note to bring two cups of tea next time he came in. He had know what the potion was. Yes it healed wounds, but it had the slightest hint of a truth serum as well. The Dark Lord had asked him to try doing things his way. After all the more conventual things weren't working. It wasn't strong enough to force you to reveal everything, but enough to make the dark lord happy. Or at least prove that she really had no idea. "And as I said before, I mean you no harm or Ill feelings."

[shelby felicia hawthorne]

She watched as he took the vile that he said would heal her into the tea. He took a sip and when he offered it to Shelby, she took it with no hesitation. She loved tea and didn't have any for at least a couple months. Looking at it for second she took a huge gulp of it and then rationed the rest of it over the next ten minutes, enjoying the heat from it running down her throat. It felt amazing and was now grateful of this death eater. Maybe he wasn't too bad.

Hearing his words, she knew that too well. She only joined the death eaters out of spite against her mother. Now her mother was dead for being an order member. The order never accepted her so she had to do dirty work for the death eaters against her will during the first war when she was barely seventeen. Letting out a sigh, she nodded a little looking at the man. So he was in the same boat as she was years ago. It was why she went neutral in the war this time around twelve years ago. She and Spencer tucked themselves away from the world except for her quidditch games up until three years ago.

"I understand that. I was doing the same thing years ago." she said softly before hearing his name. She would remember it. If she heard that this death eater was coming to watch her instead of a different one, she would have something to look forward to and even maybe more tea. "I'm Shelby Hawthorne. But just call me Shell." she nods softly as she wished she didn't just finish off the tea. She tried to hand him the cup but she couldn't reach far enough. Letting out a content sigh, she nodded again. If she was in a better condition she most likely would have smiled and revealed her dimples. "alright then. thank you. Oh, and thanks for the tea. I really love tea." she said softly.

[andrew lancaster gin]

He watched as the girl spaced the drink out in bits. It would take a minute or two for it to set in. So he smiled as she spoke about knowing his position. But did she really? Did anyone? The closest thing he and she had was their imprisonment under the Dark Lord. The only difference was that he was free to come and go. He let out a sigh while placing his head back a bit to relax.

"Indeed, tea is one of the simple pleasures in life that many seem to have forgotten in today's society. Many simple pleasures are lost in today's society." His voice had a hint of sadness to it. Memories of him and his sister playing in the fields while his mother and father watched over the two. How carefree they had been back then. Before knowing what his parents had been up to. Before Jerami Forced him into joining the deatheaters. Before his life became an eternal prison just to protect his sister. Biting his lip he sat forward and wiped a tear from his eye. He couldn't lose focus. He still had a job to do and he didn't need to black out and let one of them out at a time like this. Escpically not Damon.

"So how old are you?" Andrew knew that most women lied about their ages. If she told the truth then Andrew would know that she was under the effects or so. At least he hoped so. After all he was under the effects a bit as well. Kinda a double edged sword of showing her that it wasn't poison. "What do you enjoy doing? After all we have six hours. Might as well get to know each other."

[shelby felicia hawthorne]

Little did this death eater know, but she had to kill her own mother. Her mother didn't know it was her, but she still had to because the dark lord found out her mother was a traitor. She was a spy for the order and she was discovered. For Shell's almost punishment she had to kill her mother or she would be killed as well. By this time she was around twenty three and had Violet her eldest daughter. Shell nodded with his statement. It was definitely true. Many of society's simple pleasures were lost in the rubble. It was like they didn't matter anymore. Shelby however, was one who had at least a cup or two of tea everyday. It settled her nerves easily and could unwind with no stress.

His question of her age made a light eyebrow raise slightly. Letting out a sigh she was going to lie and say thirty. She thought she could still pass thirty easily but the words that passed her lips were, "I'm thirty seven. Almost thirty eight. My birthday is in January." It shocked her that her real age slipped and it was evident on her face. She was still trying to figure out why she told him her age when he asked her another question. He did have a point. Six hours was going to be a long time.

Thinking about it for a moment, she stated "I love playing quidditch... I'm a retired quidditch player who played seeker. I like to ice skate, go shopping, spend time with my four kids and my husband. Running my business and baking. Other than that, I just sit out when astronomical events happen. Like meteor showers. I also like taking long showers or bubblebaths but only lavender scented." she nodded lightly. She sighed some as she sniffled slightly. She was getting a cold from the lack of proper clothing in this ice box of a room. "How about you Andrew, what do you like to do with your free time..." she asked softly as she continued to sniffle some.

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[andrew lancaster gin]

Andrew grinned as she replied. Her face telling him everything he needed to know. The way her cheeks tightened at the realization of what she had just said. But he didn't think she realized just yet as to why she had done it. Perhaps just a slip of the tongue. 'Mmm Tongue, you know Andrew I bet hers taste great.' Andrew bit his lip at the voice he had heard. Biting his lip he took out a vial from his robe and took off the stopper. He couldn't let him out, not here, not now. Where did he even come from. Sighing he placed it on his lips and let the lightly blue glowing liquor run down his throat.

The pain he felt as it slowly seeped into his tissue could be seen in the strain on his face. But that was the price of keeping one self in control. He pressed the ball of his hand against his forehead much like someone with a headache before rolling his neck and letting it crack. He looked at her and gave a soft and apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. Stuff has one hell of a kick, but keeps one head on straight." He informed her before thinking about what he did on his free time. This thought puzzled him. What did Andrew Gin truly do with his own free time. Not that of when he is a teacher, or pretending to work with the order. But when he was just being him.

Looking up in a thoughtful manner he pondered that for quite a while before setting on a definite answer. "I guess, spending time with my sister. That or having a nice cup of tea and a good read. Then there is always the riding in the country side for a nice relaxing pace..." he spoke with a small smile pulling at the sides of his lips. "Yeah, I guess thats it. I just find some sort of peace in all the chaos thats my life when i get a few moments to myself."

[shelby felicia hawthorne]

Shell looked to Andrew and noticed he wasn't surprised by her reaction. Something was up but she didn't know exactly quite yet. His next few actions confused the hell out of her. It was like someone was trying to take over his body and he was fighting it. If that was the case, maybe she shouldn't feel so comfortable around this guy. When he apologized to her, she nodded faintly. "You okay there? You seemed a little uh. out of it. Like something was trying to take over? That's crazy though right?" she asked him biting her lip faintly.

As she listening to what he liked to do, Shell enjoyed those as well. She had two sisters and a brother who she loved to spend time with, liked to have tea and read a good book. Muggle cars were one of her passions. She could get a scrap one and revamp it from scratch. Sure it would take a month for the small woman to do so, but it would purr like a kitten. "Well at least you spend your free time doing things you like. That's always good." she smiled faintly.

Her belly grumbled and she sighed. They hadn't fed her since a couple days ago. This really wasn't the best conditions for her when she was healthy let alone coming down with a cold in barely any clothing and no food. "I'm so fucking hungry." she groaned, but now she realized what he had done to the tea with that veil. "You put veritaserum in that didn't you!" she frowned at him. Now she was sure she didn't like this guy. He tricked her but still, she had nothing to hide. She knew nothing. Maybe this would set her free after all his questions. That's what she was hoping at least at the end of this.

[andrew lancaster gin]

"You know Gin, sooner or later that shits gonna kill you. The poison that gives off, i don't know how much more your insides will take it. Why don't you just let me out. Let me have a bit of fun. After all, you know you want to." He heard it again. What the hell was with him. Why wasn't the potion working. Was the dose to low? He was sure it was the right dose. Then he heard the women in front of him. "Yeah I'm find, Just a little headache. I get them every now and then. The potion helps to calm them." He explained a little lie. Surprisingly the small dose he had taken was already wearing off.

It was when she started talking about being hungry that he knew it was in full working order. He tilted his head a bit and gave her a small smirk. "Sorry, but it was a better alternative then having some one else come in and beat the shit out of you, or rape you. Some of the others were really gunning for that. And its not exactly veritaserum. I wouldn't waste that one something so trivial as this. This is a simpler version of it. Not as strong, but enough to get what we need to satisfy the lord. I'm really sorry about this, but i have to for my sister. No hard feelings." He was indeed sorry about what he was doing. This girl did seem quite nice. And would of looked quite beautiful if not for the malnourishment.

"Now if you help me, I can arrange to get you a huge meal. Just tell me what you know about the order. We've already located Miss Granger, well I have." he said with a grin. " Lets just see if you can give me some more. Where is the Order hiding?" his voice didn't change. It wasn't harsher, it was still his soft, relaxed tone.

[shelby felicia hawthorne]

Shell tilted her head to the side. A little headache. Hm. She didn't trust that answer. More and more she stood there in her chains, the more and more she felt like this guy was just being nice for information. That had to be it. His comment made her glare at him. Sure, she appreciated not being raped or beaten. But he called her stupid. That was one thing she didn't tolerate. She was far from it. "Trival? I'm not a dumbfuck like the rest of the death eaters here. Most of them can't even think for themselves." she spat at him as she glared at him still. Sure, she understood doing something she didn't want for a family member but right now she would slap him if she could.

The proposition of food made her bit her lip. She listened to his questions but sighed. She really didn't know anything. She was never an order member. They didn't want her because she had the dark mark on her wrist. They found her joining them at the age of seventeen just for spite careless and childish. They wanted nothing from her. After he was done talking she closed her blue eyes. "Andrew. I know nothing. I never was in the order. They turned me down for having this on my arm." she motioned to her wrist that was bare. "So I don't know why you guys even took me captive. I don't know anything." she said. She knew he would believe her now. He slipped her that truth telling potion and there was no way she could lie.

[andrew lancaster gin]

Andrew sighed and took the back of his sleeve to wipe the spit off his lips. ' Let me have her Gin. I'll make her talk. I'll make her respect you. LET ME OUT GIN! LET ME MAKE HER BLEED!' Andrew lick his lips before talking again. He had to push Damon back. He was the one that he couldn't let out. Not around this women. Not now. 'GIN!!!!! I'm getting closer!' Why wasn't the serum working. Why hadn't it shut him up.

"As much as I agree with your statement about the rest of the deatheaters. I'd have to say I think for myself full right. After all now that you've said that under the premisses of a potion. They should let you go...that or kill you." He said standing up and walking towards the door. He knocked three times and a sliding window opened up. "Get me three meals. For me. Make sure its the good stuff as well." Gin told the man who was standing outside. He was going to keep his word about the food.

'Stop being so damn nice Andrew! She's the enemy.' He pressed his hand to his temple "Shut the fuck up! He said out loud before opening his eyes. 'Haha...look likes you let the cat out of the bag. GINS A LOONY, GINS A LOONY! Andrew sighed looking over at her. A small frown on his face. He was rather hoping he could avoid this conversation. He would of rather had a nice quite six hour shift. Well, looking at the clock. Five and a half hour shift. But it seemed like he'd be battling for control today.

[shelby felicia hawthorne]

Shell looked at him still worried about what was going to happen. This guy seemed to be battle something in his mind and it made her worry what he was thinking. "Just great. Hopefully it's the first one." she said with a frown before watching him get up from his chair. Shell let out a sigh as he made his way to the door and asked for three meals and that it be top notch. The next thing, it made her jump. Her fists tightened around her shackles. Her face was covered in worry and fright after he screamed. "I didn't do anything... are you sure you're okay...."