"This knives boring, no wonder I barely use it." Mr Riddle complained in Russian as he tossed it aside, he lifted the whip off the wall and he flicked it at Alani's back, he had expected her to gasp or flinch but she just stared blankly at the floor. "I see, you're putting on a brave face... Maybe that's why you were put into Gryffindor." The Devil teased her. Mr Riddle whipped her over and over again, the recoil noise of the whip cut through the small echoing room. Mr Riddle abandoned the whip after awhile, he just started punching her like she was a punching bag, and considering his size, he left her bruised and fractured, she had a black eye, busted lip, swollen jaw and cut brow. Alani was then unhooked from the shackles, she fell to the floor and coughed up blood on herself. Mr Riddle dragged the wooden chair to the middle of the room again, she was forced onto it, her hands and feet were bolted down. Mr Riddle pulled out a kettle, with a tap of his wind the kettle was filled with boiling hot water. Mr Riddle placed a tea towel over Alani's face, he pulled her hair back against she looked up, he then poured the boiling hot water over her face, the water soaked through the towel and it trickled into her nose, she kept her mouth closed. Alani's face was burning, the water had soaked into the cuts on her brow and lip. 