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“You’re a disappointment” his father said with a sneer as he slapped him hard across the face. Draco could feel the sting of his ring against his face even after his father had left his “room”, or more accurately, his cell.
Sighing, he collapsed on his knees and wrapped his arms around himself as he finally let the tears fall. He had quickly learnt that crying angered his father even more, so he waited until after he’d gone to do so.
Ever since he could remember his parents, in particular his father, had treated him this way.
At first they used him as a servant: making him wash the floors of his huge Manor, having him dust the countless artifacts on the shelves and sometimes even ordering him to clean all the mirrors and windows until they were shiny and perfectly polished.
When he was done they would give him his meal (he was allowed only one scarce meal a day that consisted in leftovers IF he performed well all his chores) and would lock him up in his cold cell down in the dungeons until his father came down to beat him and torture him.
Then, after he became so weak and his hands started shaking so badly from the lack of nutrition and the effects of the torture curses he endured, his father started using him mainly as a ‘punching bag’.
Whenever he felt like it, he would go to the dungeons, torture him physically (and even mentally), throw him a box with things to heal himself and a cold meal and would then leave him alone to tend to himself.
Today was no different.
He somehow managed to drag himself to his food and slowly started eating his cold poutine, which was disgusting but it was either this or nothing. When he was done thirty minutes later (a long time for such a small meal, but he didn’t have the strength to go any faster and his stomach wasn’t used to receiving a lot of food), he simply laid down on the cold, hard stone floor and closed his eyes.
He still hadn’t healed his wounds and was quite in a bit of pain, although he had gotten used to struggling through it a long time ago.
He simply laid there in a pool of his own blood and wished he were dead as exhaustion overtook him.