Augustus' heart hammered in his chest when bole grabbed him. He held perfectly still, as if that might protect him from whatever the maniac wanted to do to him. "I am just doing a job for him," Augustus said tightly, barely breathing. "It doesn't include sex." Thank god. Lestrange wasn't his type. He ignored the pain from boles nails. Begging for mercy would probably just thrill bole so he didn't.