"You know, I never got to punish him for what he did at the Ministry - he was sent straight to Azkaban." Voldemort tsked, hissing the words through the slit in his face. "I suppose, you could take his place for that too.." His hands tightened their grip, long green nails dug into his suit slicing through the expensive fabric. "Crucio" He held no wand but it seemed he didn't need to. The spell zipped down Draco's spine like a thousand bolts of lightning hitting at once, blowing everything to smithereens in its wake. He slipped from the chair in agony, curling in on himself as if it would help. Pain echoed in every crevice, every inch of skin felt like needles penetrated its surface one after the other and then all at once. He had felt pain before, but never had he felt this agony, his brain couldn't form a coherent thought. It could not string a sentence together other than "make it stop" which repeated over and over until even that became too much. If he didn't know any better he would say his head was about to implode, screams tore from his mouth in guttural cries, his Aunt laughed maniacally across from his foetal form. 