Draco rushed to do as he was told, his pulse pounding in his ears. They were close. So close and it would be over. He had promised Hermione they would attempt to free as many slaves as possible. Though his heart sank when he saw that more than half of the cages were empty. Much more than half. The rest of them had to be upstairs, in the Atrium or one of the other levels, being raped, tortured, and killed. He shook his head to banish the thought. There was nothing he could do. He cast the Imperius Curse again and again and opened cage after cage. He had never attempted to control this many people at once and they hadn’t had a chance to practice during their weeks of preparations with Theo and Pansy. Nevertheless, they were Muggles and didn’t attempt to fight him. The invisible threads of control spanning from his wand to the minds of the people now exiting the cages were there. A mental image formed of holding thirty dogs on the same leash. He shoved it to the back of his mind. It made him sick. 