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dh__draco ([info]dh__draco) wrote in [info]darkesthour_rpg,
@ 2008-01-27 21:15:00
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RP: What A Troubled Web We Weave
Date and Time: January 27, 2008 - evening
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Marcus Flint, Daphne Greengrass, Lynus Greengrass (NPC)
Location: Malfoy Manor, England
Private/Public: Private
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Blood, Violence, Character Death
Summary: Daphne gets her revenge
Completion: Complete



The room that Lynus Greengrass had been placed was actually outdoors. It was an abandoned, old greenhouse which Draco had not yet gotten around to restoring. Most of the glass had been broken in the roof, and instead of balmy and green inside, it was cold and dank.

Lynus had been stripped naked and placed on a metal chair in the middle of the greenhouse. Draco had been watching for the past hour as the man drifted in and out of consciousness. He had already soiled himself, and his body had ceased in shivering from exposure. It was a torture that Draco had just begun.

He had summoned Marcus and Daphne to the greenhouse ten minutes ago, so they could commence 'negotiations'. Draco took out his metal lighter, inscribed with a serpent, and lit the muggle cigarette he had placed in between his lips. Drawing deeply, he heard the two approaching.

Turning, Draco acknowledged the pair with a nod. He exhaled smoke, which swirled around his head like a dragon's fire.

"He is unconscious. You've just arrived in time to rouse him."


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