A Sadistic Twist {Emily/Chase}

[Chase Connors]

The pain subsided but Chase could feel the darkness threatening to overpower him again, and it took all he had to try and force himself to breathe, stay awake, and try and open his eyes.

He could still hear voices, and if it wasn't already obvious before that something was terribly wrong, it was more than obvious now. He felt groggy and disorientated, but he heard her words clearly. "No." His throat was dry and his mouth parched, making his words croaked and hardly audible at all, but he couldn't focus himself to do anything about it.

He felt useless. He wanted to go over there and help and protect Emily, but he could hardly even force his eyes to open let alone move. What the hell was wrong with him? Whoever that was with him, what the heck had she done to him?

"Emily..."

[aliice]

"Leave alone...please...I don't care what you do me...kill me just leave him!"

"Tempting offer, sweetheart, but I think someone needs a little wake up call." She had no intention of killing anyone tonight, as fun as killing might be, she just wanted pain and suffering, because, quite simply, it was fun.

She let the curse drop after only a second on the Hufflepuff before her attention turned back to the girl on the ground.

"Just stop...okay...whatever your going to do to me do it..."

Georgie smirked. "Will do, blondie, when love boy over there decides to start paying attention." He heard the boy in question say something, but his head still hung limp and he wasn't struggling or moving at all. "Well, I can't have any fun at all without my audience, can I? Imperio!" The curse hit the boy square in the chest and Georgie could see the change in his body and feel the control that she now had over him. "Look up. Open your eyes." Once he had responded to her orders, she let her control over him drop and looked back to the girl. "Well, now that that's sorted, let's have a little more fun, shall we?"

[Emily Prescott]

Emily refused to look back at Chase when she heard his 'No'. If she was to die so be it, she just needed him safe, and selfishly she wanted this over, this pain, the physical and emotional. The sound of her name coming from his lips also made heart ache, this was all her fault. "What the hell is wrong with you...?" she asked before she could stop herself. Inhaling sharply she shook her head and looked down, awaiting the curse sure to be thrown at her, or worse. There was no way to brace herself for it she knew that, nothing would numb the kind of pain it would course.

"Will do, blondie, when love boy over there decides to start paying attention."

So that was what it was. She hadn't started yet, she needed her audience. That was why Chase was here, he had to watch what was about to happen and in a way she felt terrified, swallowing the lump in her throat she forced herself to look up. As her eyes locked on Chase, she felt more tears spill over. Imperio another unforgivable. "More fun...your sick...whatever your gonna do...do it..." she bit out, crying now as her eyes locked back onto Chase, pleading for forgiveness. There was nothing she could ever do that would make what she'd caused right, but maybe at some point he could forgive her, "I'm sorry..." she whispered softly, knowing he wouldn't hear her. Looking down at her lap again she gathered the courage and refocused her attention back onto Georgie, steeling herself for whatever was coming next.

[Chase Connors]

Chase felt something seize him, and it felt as if he was trapped, frozen behind some sort of barrier, not able to do... anything. It was like he'd be frozen inside of himself, shoved aside and replaced. He heard the voice telling him to look up, and even while his mind was screaming to resist what was happening, he didn't seem to have any control at all over what he body was doing. A sliver of fear raced through him. He was completely under her control. An unforgivable. Georgina.

The tightness encompassing him fell away and he felt like he could breath again. He told himself to blink and he blinked. His body was back in his control, but he could still feel the shivers through him at the fear of what could have happened.

His eyes locked on Emily's as she muttered her apology, but he had no idea what it was that she was supposed to be apologizing for. "I love you." He managed to gasp out as he began to tug furiously against his bindings that held him to the tree.

[aliice]

"More fun...your sick...whatever your gonna do...do it..."

Georgie smirked as she let the spell fall away. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I will... Or..." She looked between the two of them with a smirk. "Maybe I wont."

She grabbed the blonds' hair again and dragged her to her feet roughly, before tugging her over to the tree where the Hufflepuff was bound. Once there, she shoved the girl roughly back onto the ground again. "Now then, you stay put, princess."

Looking at the Hufflepuff, she grabbed his chin and forced his face up to look at her. "How sweet is this, lover boy? You can get your revenge on your mudblood, murderer of a girlfriend, and she'll get what she deserves. It's a win/win situation all around, isn't it?"

She recast the Imperius curse on him once again, and then untied the bindings before looking down at the Gryffindor. "You know what's coming next, don't you?"

[Emily Prescott]

"I love you."

Emily closed her eyes, not stemming her tears as she heard Chase's heart felt words. Oh how long she'd waited to hear them, they'd admitted how deeply they cared when he'd returned but how could he say them now? How could he love her? She was the reason his Dad was dead, the reason Risa would grow up without a Dad, April would live her life without a husband. Emily was to blame for all of this, because of who she was, because of what she was. Why did he keep saying he loved her? He should hate her. So she didn't reply, she loved him of course, more than anything or anyone in the world and she doubted she'd ever love anyone like this again, but she didn't deserve someone as good as Chase, she was nothing.

Focusing on Georgie, she frowned, and was unable to respond before the Slytherin grabbed at her hair again and dragged her up onto her feet, making Emily gasped sharply, fresh new tears spilling over her cheeks as she tried to breath through the pain in her scalp. They came to a stop in front of Chase and Emily was again shoved to the ground, pain erupting in her knees as stones and twigs on the forest floor tore through her skin, ripping her tights. Biting down on her lip she winced, tasting the blood there from the bite. Yes she'd split her lip biting down as hard as she had. "Leave him alone." she gasped, tugging at her binds, feeling the rope cutting into her skin.

She tugged harder still as the Imperious curse was put upon Chase again, and she watched tearfully as his bindings were untied. It didn't take a genius to know what Georgina had planned here. Shaking her head she looked from Chase, to Georgina. "Don't you do this...not to him...please..." she tried pleading again. Any pain she had to feel, it shouldn't be Chase inflicting it. If she knew him, her love, he wouldn't forgive himself for this, regardless of whether or not she deserved it, he wouldn't forgive himself. "Whatever your going to do you do it, please...not him,"

[Chase Connors]

Chase began to fight against his bindings, and it wasn't hard for him to admit that in that moment he was absolutely terrified. Not for himself or his own, bound position, but for Emily, who was tied, hurt, and helpless, and there wasn't a damn thing that he could do to help her in that moment, and that alone made him want to hate himself for not knowing what to do, how to get out, for not being stronger.

He let out a yell as he watched Emily be dragged up by her hair, and felt anger fuel him, making him tug even harder at the bonds. His wrists were rubbed raw, he knew, and he could feel the strain on his shoulders as he pulled, trying to free himself. His wrists felt warm, blood, he was sure. He could stop the tears that sprung to his own eyes as he was forced to watch helplessly.

"Leave him alone."

"No!" God no! He'd rather that B*tch tore six shades out of him than Emily. He'd rather she kill him that lay another finger on Emily. Before he had a chance to say another word though, Georgina spoke up again, and his insides went cold. Stone cold. She couldn't be implying what he though she was, could she?

"How sweet is this, lover boy? You can get your revenge on your mudblood, murderer of a girlfriend, and she'll get what she deserves. It's a win/win situation all around, isn't it?"

Chase felt his blood turn to ice. No! This couldn't happen! Not to Emily. She couldn't make him do this to Emily. She couldn't... Chase felt something inside him shatter - a feeling like none he'd ever known before. This wasn't right. He had to fight it. He'd heard that there were ways to fight the Imperius curse off, if you were strong enough to...

The curse hit him and once again Chase felt his entire being be shoved back into a locked and chained little box, a witness to his actions with no control what so ever over what he did. Only the time, she was locking him in hell; in a nightmare.

"You know what's coming next, don't you"?

"Don't you do this...not to him...please... Whatever your going to do you do it, please...not him,"

Something roared inside him, not knowing what would be worse of the two options. He did not want to have to sit back, a prisoner in his own body, a wand in his hand, and watch as he inflicted such terror onto her, but he couldn't imagine still being tied up there, completely helpless and unable to do anything. Neither. He didn't want neither. He would rather that B*tch just turn her evil magic on him, and let Emily go free, but, he was unable to say anything.

Mentally, Chase was fighting against the curse that bound him in Georgina's control, and he tried everything he could to try and work out how he could snap her control. Ultimately though, he knew it was just no where near strong enough of a wizard to be able to fight off such a curse as this. And he'd never hated himself more for it.

[Chase Connors]

Georgie's mind was set. She knew exactly what she was going to do, and how she was going to do it, and she wasn't going to let their pathetic begging and pleading change her decision. As fun as it might be to watch the Gryffindor weep and plead while Georgie tortured the boy, she thought it would bring oh so much more drama if she simply used him to inflict the pain upon the girl he claimed to love.

"Don't you do this...not to him...please... Whatever your going to do you do it, please...not him,"

Georgie laughed softly. "Oh, sweetie, you do amuse me so." He attention was drawn back to the Hufflepuff boy again, who was fully under her control, even if there was a hint of fear and hate that still lingered in his eyes. She hummed, stepping up to him, and running one finger down his chest. "Now then... where do I start?" She mused, speaking her thoughts out loud. "Perhaps I should just make you take her wand and cast my favorite spell, then make you laugh while she suffers... or maybe that's too kind. My fun will be over far too soon that way, won't it?"

She walking in a slow circle around him, letting a hand trail over his shoulders as she went. "Hmm... Or maybe, we can make your pretty princess hurt a little more first. What do you say, lover boy?" She chuckled softly and walked away from him, grabbing a handful on blond hair to pull the girl to her feet again. "I have a little idea I think you might like. Or, no, wait, maybe you wont. Petrificus corpicus!"

She watched as the girl's body froze under the spell, leaving her unable to move, but the spell didn't affect her head like the full bind would do. She could still speak and move her head if she so wished. Georgie laughed again, dragging the girls' frozen body over to a tree, where Georgie stood her back against it, assuring that she wouldn't fall over. "Now you sit tight, sweetheart, while Georgie has a little fun with lover boy, hmm? That's a good girl." She mocked, using a tone as if she was talking to a small child.

Moving back into the center of the clearing, Georgie stood, hands on her hips, her attention back on the Hufflepuff, a smirk on her face. "Strip."

[Emily Prescott]

Emily was no longer focusing on Chase, her eyes were locked onto Georgina hoping there was some kindness in this girl, some flicker of a soul but she knew that wasn't to be the case. She was a soulless b***h who took a great delight in others pain. No. They weren't going to get out of this unscathed, until she'd had her fill, her fun and Emily dreaded what was to come and not just for her sake. What had started out as some sick vendetta against her had become a game, and now Chase was being punished. Hadn't he suffered enough? This was all her fault if only she'd stayed out of his life and not given into his advances in that Astronomy Tower, he'd be safe and Rio would be alive.

Her stomach turned and she fought not to react when Georgie refocused on Chase, tracing a finger down his chest. This was never going to end. Georgina was getting too much of a sick thrill out of this, if she was to be in pain or dead then so be it Emily was now at the stage she wanted it to happen already. Really, she had to chuckle at Georgie, what was there left that she could do to hurt her. Before she could voice her question, Emily was being dragged up to her feet again by her hair and she had to bite her tongue to stop from crying out. No she was a Gryffindor, enough, it was time to stand strong, brave, be ready for whatever happened. Though again no sooner had that thought entered her mind then another curse was cast on her and her entire body, except for her head froze into place.

There was a reason she could still move her head and she had little doubt it was because Georgina had something horrible, worse planned. Still she kept her mouth closed, refusing to plead with her anymore. She did however grimace, her body aching, throbbing painfully from the torment being inflicted upon it, more so as she was dragged back by Georgina and propped back against a tree. The support was welcome but made her uneasy, why was she being made to stand, be a spectator what the hell did Georgina have planned. Though when Georgina told her to sit tight, Emily felt her eyes widen and she shook her head, "No don't...not that...it's me you wanna punish hurt, then do it. Don't do this to him!" she shouted, using every ounce of strength to try and fight the body bind but failing.

Georgina though moved to the center of the clearing a sick, sadistic smirk on her face as she ordered Chase to strip. Tears sprang to Emily's eyes again as she stood helplessly. Rape, that's what this would be, how in the hell would he get past this. It wasn't fair, and as much as it killed her, Emily did the only thing she could, "I'm sorry baby...I'm so sorry..." she whispered, shaking her head before tilting her face downwards and closing her eyes.

[Chase Connors]

Chase could hear her words but he was completely unable to respond to any of them at all. He wanted to lash out and thrust her hands away from him too, but even that was out of his control. His body was just rooted to the stop, facing the same was as what it had been when she'd cast the spell. That just meant that when Georgie dragged Emily up to her feet she left his line of sight. No matter how much he might have wanted to force his eyes to look in the other direction in that moment it was made completely impossible. He couldn't even look to see what Georgina was doing to her, he could only listen.

Inside, Chase was screaming. He was a mix of fear and anger and just pure hate for the Slytherin before them, that he wished for nothing more than to just be able to turn his wand on her and inflict back all the pain that she had just caused on Emily.

If one thing was for sure though, Chase didn't like the emphasis that she put on the word lover boy. There was something in it that just didn't bode well... But she wouldn't... Surely not...

Slowly, Georgina came back into his line of site. "Strip." His stomach rolled. It looked like she would after all, and the thought made him feel sick. What the hell kind of twisted game was this?

"I'm sorry baby...I'm so sorry..."

Georgina's instruction allowed him to turn, and Emily came back into his line of sight again, though just at the edge of his vision. Not having control over his own eyes had the be the most frustrating part of it all.

Without even realizing it, his hands were moving, making quick work of his sweater, his shirt, and so on. He wished there was a way that he could close his own eyes, even just the mental ones or whatever, but that wasn't an option. Emily appeared to be looking away, so that had to be something of a relief at least.

Mentally taking a deep breath, Chase forced himself not to think about it. So what if she did this? What did it really matter? The worst part about it was that Emily was here, and it was something that she really, really shouldn't have to see. Georgina was a sick, twisted, evil excuse for a human being, but in the end, he told himself, even if she did make him to this... It was just sex, right?

Hell... It wasn't like he'd never done it before! He hadn't with anyone but Emily since they'd got together that first night so long ago, and he didn't want to be with anyone else either. But it wasn't like he'd never had sex before he got with Emily, was it? And they were a case of 'hey you're hot and you're willing' rather than anything emotional, so surely he could just think of this as exactly the same kind thing... minus the hotness, that was for sure. Sex was sex, even if it was with this B*tch, so he could try and just write it off as just another notch, and then it would be in the past. Forgotten...

[aliice]

"No don't...not that...it's me you wanna punish hurt, then do it. Don't do this to him!"

"Of course it's you I want to punish, sweetheart, but you're not the only one who made a fool of yourself, are you?" Hence the fact the boy's father was dead. It really was that simple.

She watched as he easily removed his clothing, and she looked him over. And he picked the mudblood? God, what was the world coming to? She glanced back to the blond. "See, that could have any decent blood it wanted. The badger part is limiting, but still, any blood is worthier than yours."

She stepped closer to him and looked down. "Well? I'm waiting." The command didn't need to be spoke out loud. She had completely control over him, even non verbally. She stepped forward again till she was right up close to him. "Now, strip me." Her hand gripped him and in her mind she was once again enforcing instructions. She was not only telling him to... that but to react - to sound as if he was willingly responding to her touch. Georgie smirked, looking into his eyes where she knew he - the real him - would be lurking, forced to see through uncontrollable eyes. "The touch of a mudblood will ruin you. The touch of a pureblood, may well be the cureall."

It was a hideous thought to think that any sane person would want to go near a mudblood like the blond, it really didn't do one any good at all. Once her clothes were off, she instructed him onto the ground, and she wasted no time with niceties, playing it up for her... audience. After a few moments she leaned down close to him and spoke in a loud whisper that she was sure the girl would still be able to hear. "How proud would dear daddy be that his puney puffle finally did something right. It's called pureblood."

She brought her fist down hard on his chest, the body reacting instinctively to it, without any instruction from her. Oh so what!? So she was twisted enough to like inflicting a little pain, what difference did it make? He was doing everything under her control anyway.

"Are you watching, blondie? Imperio! Perhaps you can pick up a few tips. Oooh!" She thrust her head back, a laugh soon following as she played things up a bit. "Actually, don't bother darling. No matter how many 'tips' you pick up you'll never be pure, and you'll never be anything more than scum. And you!" She turned her attention back to the boy and brought both fists down hard again. "You better watch your back, and find better company that the scum like that, or you never know who'll be next." The threat hung heavy in the air, but that didn't stop Georgie continuing until she'd had her thrill. She forced him to finish, all glorious sound effects included, and it wasn't until she had that she let the imperious curse fall from the gryffindor. "How did you enjoy the show, sweetheart?"

Georgie stood and gathered her clothes from around her, slipping into her underwear. She placed her hand inside of one of the pockets from another piece of clothing and pulled out a small vial with a piece of paper folded many times wrapped around it. "Ooh, and how could I forget about this?" She looked to the Gryffindor with a sly smile. "Oh, you didn't think my fun was over, did you?" She let the body bind fall away too, unexpectedly, and watch for the girl to fall to the ground from the odd angle she'd been leaning at.

[Emily Prescott]

Hearing the rustling of clothing, against her best attempt Emily glanced at Chase and felt her heart shatter again. Against his own will he was stripping, and nothing could stem the fresh flood of tears that spilled over her cheeks. This couldn't....no it shouldn't be happening, not to him, not like this, sex was one thing but he was being forced into this against his will, it was rape pure and simple. Emily felt a sharp pain in her chest and she had to force her eyes closed, knowing what would happen next but not wanting to see it. Not even the jibes about her heritage, her blood mattered any more, they had no effect on Emily. She was a Mud-blood, what the hell did that matter to her anymore, after this words didn't hurt, they didn't even come close.

Her stomach churned uneasily, unable to do anything but listen as Georgina ordered him to remove her clothes. Emily shook her head again, willing this to be a nightmare, an extremely vivid nightmare that any second she would wake up from. She tried to tune it out, tune it all out but Georgina wanted her to hear, she wanted to torture her and it was working. Emily shook her head and took a breath, inhaling sharply though, it hurt to breath, cry, move anything. There was a thump and Emily flinched though it didn't show much in the bind, was Georgina hurting him? Part of her knew she should open her eyes but she refused to, didn't want to see.

However within seconds that choice was taken away from her when Georgina put the Imperious curse on her, all but forcing her to watch. Emily fought against the curse, trying to find the strength to stand against it inside of her, but she was weak, broken down right now and nothing was working. So with little else choice she had to watch, and again, the pain of watching was worse than Georgina's cruel words. One would think she'd realize they had no effect on the blonde anymore, she'd heard all the taunts, no, they didn't even scratch the surface anymore, not now. Her eyes watered as Georgina all but punched Chase in the chest, and she bit down on her lip drawing more blood as she strained against the spell.

The threat was the only thing registering in Emily's mind, and the image before her sketched in there forever. Georgina finished, and to her horror brought Chase along over the edge with her, making Emily's stomach churn again. As the spell was lifted she closed her eyes, willing the tears to stop. She wouldn't even give Georgina the satisfaction of an answer when she spoke, instead she focused on the forest, staring blankly into the darkness. The rustling of clothing could be heard, but Emily was fighting the sick feeling in her stomach, so much so she didn't pay attention, not even when Georgina spoke again.

"I don't care you do to me...so just do it..." she said, her voice hoarse, cracked as she turned to look at Georgina again, her face expressionless. Though as the spell was lifted her body buckled to the floor, causing her to land awkwardly on her left arm which was still bound behind her back. Grimacing against the pain she rolled over onto her back on the forest floor ignoring the stones and twigs sticking into her as she stared up through the trees, wishing she could see the sky from this angle. Anything to distract her from what Georgina had next, though really nothing would come close to what had just happened. Again her heart ached for Chase.

[Chase Connors]

Georgina's words made his blood boil, and if he had control and a wand in that moment he was sure he would have turned her own damn curses back against her. It would be him or Emily under the cruciatus curse. It would be her. God, he fucking wished it was her. He wanted to wipe that smug little smirk off her face. It wasn't even what she was doing to him that was the worse, it was what she was saying.

How could she honestly think that she was worth more than Emily, just based off her blood status? What kind of screwed up person was she? One that didn't know the meaning of love, that much was clear. If he could see her heart in that moment he was sure it would be black.

No one ever had any evidence to pin anything on this girl, but everything was her fault, wasn't it? What happened to the ferret on April Fools, what happened to that girl in the lake... Whispers were that Georgina had been seen bossing her about only hours before she'd been found in the lake. And now this. Now she was torturing Emily and telling him that she was better because of her blood. This was just some kind of sick game to her, and life was her playing ground.

The comment that really did it for him though, was the one about his dad. "How proud would dear daddy be that his puney puffle finally did something right. It's called pureblood." He was seathing. He couldn't give a damn about what she was doing to him. That was so far out of him mind in that moment you wouldn't believe. But those words?

He felt her hands beating down hard on his chest, and he could feel the air rushing from his lungs. In that instant though, with all the hate and fury still burning in him, the pain of it was actually a help, not a hinderance. It gave him something to focus the anger on, a sort of release.

"You better watch your back, and find better company that the scum like that, or you never know who'll be next."[

Dead. He wanted her fucking dead. It really was as simple as that in that moment. He had no control over anything he did then, but he wanted to hope like hell that he was glaring at her hard enough that looks would kill. His anger just built up inside of him. It was probably a good thing that he was under her spell because he wouldn't be able to control himself if he was free, right then.

His body was forced to react and climac along with the devil above him, but Chase felt nothing of it. He didn't feel anythign that she was doing to him he was too blinded by hate and anger.

Georige left and gathered her clothes, her attention returning to Emily. Her control wasn't as tight over him as what it had been, and his body seemed to have some freedom to move of its own accord. He managed to stand and grab hus trousers to put on, though whether that was actually at an unspoken order or not he wasn't sure, but he could see exactly what was happening, and he was looking directly at Emily.

[aliice]

Georige held the small vial between her fingers, twishing it gently backwards and forwards, watching the liquid slosh. This was the part that she'd been most looking foreward too, and she wasn't going to leave it out for squat.

She pulled off the folded parchment as she headed back towards the Gryffindor girl, stopping long enough to pick up the wands that had been dropped on the ground. Unfolding it, Georgie stopped only a few feet away. The boy was still under her control, though she let loose just enough that he could move and look if he so wished to. It wasn't like he could actually react to anything that she did, and she definitely wasn't finished using him to assist her.

She crouched down in front of the girl and grabber her shoulder, flipping her quickly over onto her front so that she could reach her arms. "No funny business, sweetheart. Crucio!" She held the spell on the girl just long enough that it should take her out of action and quell any thoughts she might have about trying to fight or run. That done and spell released, Georgie made quick work of the binding holding her arms together and flung her back onto her back again.

"Come here." She instructed, and within seconds the Hufflepuff was beside her. "Take her arm and pin it down." He did that too, and Georgie smirked down at the girl. "So willing to do any little thing I say. I rather enjoy this."

She spoke casually, but even as she did she was pulling the lid off the small vial and tipping it over the Gryffindor's forearm of the
arm the Hufflepuff had already pinned to the ground. Where the liquid made contact skin started to bubble and boil up, reacting to the chemical. She could hear a hissing noise coming from it too and she smirked. Perfect.

Even as the girl suffered, Georgie made a show of looking over the piece of parchment. She'd read it a hundred times before, but that didn't stop her from reading over just one more time. "Hmm...let's see now..."

She spoke the incantation that was on the parchment and watched as her wand morphed itself until the tip of it resembled a small dagged, tipped with red. "That, on your arm sweet heart, if my favorite little poison of them all." She brought the tip of the dagger down hard into the girl's arm and carved a mark. An 'M'.

"M. For muggle." Her skin was almost pulsating under the magic imbibed in the poison now. It was a poison that would ensure that no matter what happened, a simple spell or bit of magic wouldn't cure these wounds. Not even a spell from the most dedicated healer at Mungo's would be able to stop this now. "U, for undeserving." She carved in the next word. "D, for disgusting. B for blood - yours, spilling." She could hardly see what she was carving for all the blood gushing out. That was what no magic would be able to stop. These cuts were deep, but they'd need to find another way.

"O for... offensive. And one for ordinary. Because you are nothing more than just petty, useless muggle who doesn't deserve a place in this world." She handed the wand to the Hufflepuff."Finish it."

She watched as he moved in, reaching down to carve a 'D' into her arm. "D, for die. Simple and sweet. Becuase mudbloods don't deserve to live." She chuckled softly, looking down at her handwork. Reaching forward, she picked up the girl's arm and raised it level with her face, watching the blood pour out, staining into the girl's blond hair and turning it red. Georgie cackled and squeezed, forcing the blood to fall faster. "That's a good look for you, blondie... No wait, red."

[Emily Prescott]

Despite her best intentions to the contrary, Emily found herself unable to simple stare up into the trees, trying to imagine being anywhere else but here and instead she was looking at Georgina as the Slytherin came over to her, stopping just out of reach, some kind of parchment in her hand.

Chase was up and getting dressed in the background but Emily couldn't watch him, not with Georgina this close and it seemed her mistrust was well placed because Georgina crouched down beside her and with one tug, flipped the blonde onto her front. There was barely time to adjust to her new position before the curse hit her again, and against everything in her she screamed out, feeling the copper taste of blood fill her mouth. Her throat that raw from the screaming as her body buckled beneath the searing pain. It didn't even register her binds had been undone when the spell had been lifted, her body still throbbed in pain as she was pushed onto her back once more, gasping for breath, small trickles of blood spilling from her nose.

Gulping down the lump in her throat, Emily was unbound, free to fight back but so beaten down she couldn't find the will or the strength inside her to do so. The tears though, they refused to stop and she was left to watch helplessly as Georgina called Chase over, ordering him to hold down Emily's arm. "It's okay..." she said quietly, inhaling sharply and involuntary, keeping her eyes locked onto Chase, needing him to know she didn't blame him for this, it was him who needed to forgive her.

The moment her eyes flickered back to Georgina was the moment the vial was tipped over, and the liquid inside made contact with the skin on Emily's arm. Almost instantly the pain began, similar to the Cruciatus but contained to her arm, her skin and she screamed out again, though it was hoarse and caused her to cough and struggle to breath. Her arm strained against Chase's hold, her fingers curling into a fist, as her other hand gripped at the soil beneath her.

Sobbing she continued to fight against Chase, wishing someone would come by, that somehow the curse on him would be lifted and he'd let her go, but no. If possible the situation got that much more worse, Georgina's wand, or from what she could tell through the tears, morphed into something similar to a dagger. If possible she began fighting harder still against Chase, pushing at his arms with her other hand, blood staining her wrists from her binds.

As the blade pressed into her skin, Emily screamed again, kicking her legs as her head fell back. "Stop!" she screamed, sobbing and trying to pull her arm back. "Don't...please...." she screamed again as Georgina continued to spell something out. She was branding Emily, marking her, reminding her of who she was and what her status in this world was and would always be. Through the pain she could feel the blood spilling out, hear it dripping onto the forest floor between her cries but she couldn't look. As if by some invisible force she couldn't look, refused to almost.

Then there was a pause and Emily's body shook violently, her face white as she looked from Georgina, her eyes wide, to Chase and she shook her head. "No...no...." she sobbed and shook her head as Chase took the dagger at her command. Then unable to resist he carved the final letter into her arm, making Emily cry out again, straining beneath their hold. As Georgina took her arm, Emily tried to fight, tried to pull it back but was simply too weak right now. Turning her face to the side she felt the blood run down her arm, staining the forest floor, her clothes even her hair. The angle in which she was holding it was causing the blood to hit her face, so Emily turned her head to the side again. With another tug Emily pulled her arm out of Georgina's hold and rolled over, trying to push herself up but only succeeding in pushing herself back away from them a little, her body spent, weak, and her arm bleeding heavily. As she fell back into the forest floor again, she shook her head, feeling weaker than ever, so this was it...this was how she was going to die? "You...you won't get away...with this..." she said quietly, tears spilling from her eyes as she propped herself back against the tree.