Chapter 113 : Frost

MAXINE. Draco moves slowly, like a snake being charmed. He keeps his eyes on me but he’s fumbling with a lot of stuff from his pocket. He takes out an array of tubes and sets them down on the small table in the corner. My eyes sting when he turns on the lights, and that’s when I see just how greasy the entire place is. Full of mold and moss and decay. I can see some stains on the floor that look suspiciously like very old blood. I want to recoil but I’m still bound in the chains with no real way of getting out. At least, not when he’s still here. Draco looks more horrifying now. Objectively, I could say that he was a very handsome man. He had that regal look spiced up by that sly rebellion. But now, he looks like half-melted ice cream sitting in the summer sun. Half of his face is still raw and red and oozing strange liquids. He seems to have stabbed at his blisters because now they have slits. He smells too. Like rot and decay, blending in with pretty much everything in this plac