Pity the living- slytherin boys

Weapon

Mattheo's pov

My father called us and his followers. We are currently waiting for him around the table. Tom and I are at each side of his chair. The room is incredibly quiet until the door opens, and in walks the dark lord.

We all stand up as he walks in, once he sits down and marks us to do so as well we do exactly as he says.

"My sons... how is the mission I gave you with the Jones girl going?" He asks us.

"It's going well, my lor-" Tom begins lying to him, but is top him. I'm done pretending I'm going to do that to her.

"Father, with all my respect, I don't think I'm very... suitable for this task." I politely and carefully speak, I try not to get him angry.

"I see... you want the girl to live, don't you?" An evil smile of Hesiod teeth comes up his face. I fill with panic.

"Look at him! My own son, my own blood betraying me!" He laughs manically as his followers join him.
"Crucio!" He points his wand at me. What feels like a thousand burning knives enter my skin. I move around, trying to rid of the burning pain that flows through my body.

"Please, father stop!" I wail.

"Stop that. You're a weapon. Weapons don't whip." He lets go of the curse and his followers immediately shut up.

"If you don't take out Alice, you're not going anywhere. You want to get out of here? Get rid of Jones!" He shouts at me.

"I'm willing to take any other task you'll give me. Just not this." I argue with him, preparing for more pain to come.

"Choices have consequences."

I swallow harshly, "I don't care what happens to me." I shut my eyes, waiting for the worst to come.

"Very well. Tom will take care of this task. I'll spare you, child. I'll think of something you could do. Take him!" He demands from his followers, and I know what's coming; a long night of endless torture for disobeying my father.