"Crucio!" There was a jolt of red light that hit Draco straight in the chest. He dropped to the ground and fell into the fetal position with a low sob. His right arm was twisted outward from his body at a strange angle as he writhed but still held onto the book. For a moment it seemed he was holding onto the book for dear life, but as her Dark Lord fired off another Crucio she realized that the book was magically attached to his hand. Draco was convulsing under the effects of the curse, trying to stifle his screams into his other arm as he did so but unable to move his right arm effectively as it was weighed down. She felt her cunt tighten as Voldemort’s cock stiffened to the point where it was so hard against her inner walls that she was going to scream if he did not let her move soon. 