Lucian Bole (_bole_) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-02-03 21:39:00 |
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Bole pushed open the door to Remus' room and the lanterns on the walls flared into life. Mostly he kept the man in darkness, but for the natural light in the barred window. Days were fine, but at night Remus was left with only the moonlight to keep him from sitting in pitch black, something Bole was always pleased to know, even when he wasn't in the house. The room he kept his 'pet' in was nothing more than four walls, a door, and a window. There was no furniture, save a mattress and a small blanket. There were no books, because why would a dog need to read? There was no parchment, for what could a dog want to write? He wasn't so inhumane that he had left Remus devoid of entertainment; though the chew toys, bones and balls were more just to insult his intelligence more than anything else. "Evening Dog," He said with a sneer as he stepped into the room and admired his charge. Every day Remus looked a little more feral. A few more weeks of this and he'd break entirely Bole knew. He couldn't wait. He wanted to walk Remus through the village wearing the thick, studded, leather dog collar around his neck, dragged along on an arm's length leash. He wanted the other captives to see a man turned animal... "I've brought you a special dinner today," He told Remus, his voice the slightly patronising tone one used on a pet. With a flick of his wand he summoned a small wooden table and a rickety chair in the middle of the room. Usually he made Remus eat sitting on the floor, but not tonight. No, tonight was very, very different. "The full moon's tomorrow. I bet you're very excited, aren't you? I bet you can't wait to put on a show for everyone. They love it you know, watching you turn into that monster. They really want to see you again beastie." He licked his lips and pointed at the chair, "sit." |