What they taught you in school, the words they used to describe the pain of having this curse put on you didn't even come close to what it actually was. He couldn't tell if it had been seconds, minutes, or even hours that passed. It was as if time had stopped. He didn't even feel the wand poking him in the throat until the pain finally subsided. Even though it was still there, coursing through his body, it felt like nothing compared to what it just was.
He weezed as he gasped for air, which was hard to do with a wand prodding in his throat. "What?" was all he managed to rasp out. He was aiming for 'What do you want?' which was obvious really, but hey, he was going to be tortured (and killed? he wasn't going to think about that)anyway he might as well get a few questions in.
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