At this a struggling short red-headed man was being pulled into the ballroom. His face was disfigured, and his pants were soiled. The smell alone made Theo want to vomit on the floor in front of him, but he held back. "Theodore, come forward, please." The red eyes pierced into his own as the Dark Lord began to rip through Theo’s thoughts and memories. Everything he had pulled forward to be on display, quickly passed through, none of it of any interest to the Dark Lord. The pain made his brain feel like it was being split, but Theo did not move.