I can feel my skin splitting open, my nose breaking and the warm blood runs down my face the second I lift my head. The headache from the torture was finally gone a few minutes ago, but it has returned in full force. The crack of my nose echos in my ears, but I do as he demands and open my eyes, I am again blinded by the brightness and I feel a drop of blood glide over the side of my nose and over my cheek. In a way to show them that I am not bothered by it, I let it drip. More drops follow and even some drip off my eyelashes and chin. The blood must be staining the shirt, but I don't think he wants it back. Once my eyes have adjusted I notice that everybody is once again sneering at me, but the face of Voldemort is bored. 