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Characters: Padma and Faelan
Summary: Padma escapes... and is caught by Faelan this time.
Padma held very still, trying not move the leg that had the cuff on it. Every time she accidentally rattled the chain, Mcnair would wake up. She eyed the wand that was dangling from his fingers as he slept. Her wand.
Mcnair... hadn't come back normal. He was still terrifying, of course. Still dangerous. But he wasn't completely here. It was as though he'd left a big part of himself behind the Veil. He didn't seem to know what to do with her. Yes, he'd hit her around - there were bruises and small cuts all over - but he hadn't tried to rape or torture her as she'd expected. He almost seemed lost, once his purpose had been accomplished and he'd caught her.
She thought that, eventually, he would probably kill her, but for now, he seemed content to stare at her and slap her around when he thought she was being defiant. Which she was, most of the time. Strangely, once she'd been caught by him, she'd stopped being afraid and simply become determined to get free. She didn't want to kill him again; she just wanted to send him back behind the Veil, where he belonged.
But first she had to get free.
Taking a deep, slow breath, Padma leaned toward Mcnair. Her wand slipped slowly from his fingertips, and she caught it before it hit the ground, then froze to see if he would wake. He didn't, though he probably would as soon as she unlocked the chain.
Not wanting to waste another second, Padma pointed the wand at the cuff and whispered, "Alohomora," then caught the cuff before it clanked against the ground. She rose as quietly as possible, but before she could Apparate away, her foot caught the chain, making a loud noise, and Mcnair woke.
He shouted and lunged for her, but Padma dodged away. As she spun to Apparate away, she felt a burning pain across her lower back, but still managed to Apparate in one piece, Mcnair's howl of rage echoing in her ears. Her living room was blessedly clean and quiet and empty, and Padma looked down at her filthy, bloodied clothes. Wincing, she reached back and felt the wound he'd given her. A knife wound, probably, but not too deep. She could probably heal it herself, if she could angle her wand properly.
Padma limped into the bathroom and flicked her wand at the taps to start filling the bathtub with hot water, then began peeling off her disgusting clothes.
Naked, Padma looked herself over in the mirror. Deep, dark bruises all over, little cuts and scrapes, plus the longer, slightly deeper cut on her back. With a sigh, Padma pulled out a jar of bruise salve that she usually kept for Faelan and began smearing it over the worst of the bruises.