Show Me What It's Like To Be Set Free
1943, somewhere in western Germany in a cold dingy cell.
Life was coming to an end.
She knew it, felt it in her heart and her soul.
She was giving up. It was really no use anyway, for not a single soul was known to be alive or sane after Grindelwald got his hands on them.
He had had them for five days already.
Time was up for Auror Minerva McGonagall and Auror Alastor Moody.
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They were given water once every two days and a slice of bread with a piece of rotten meat even the dogs wouldn’t eat every three.
I’m surprised we’re not dead of starvation already.
They were taken to a bathroom once a day.
The guards must of complained about the smell.
The few women the guards had captive were raped daily.
Thank god Grindelwald ordered me left alone.
The cuffs attached to everyone’s hands were small, they cut off the circulation most of the time.
Men have thicker wrist than women. I feel sorry for all them. But at least Alastor is unconscious most the time.
Of course, if my eye was gouged out I probably would be too.
Alastor gave a loud groan and began to stir. Minerva, who shared a cell with him, looked up eagerly. The guard outside their cell grabbed his night stick and cracked it over his head. Alastor fell limp again.