"P-please. Please, just, just don't kill me. Please."

Marc's brows raised in amusement at her tears. This kid was a trip! One second she is acting all tough and cocksure, and the next she is pulling out the old 'puppy dog' eyes and trying to appeal to his better nature. Unfortunately for her, he didn't have a better nature. But there was the pesky fact that he was hired to keep her alive and slicing off body parts wasn't going to make his boss happy. Instead, he had to keep her marginally alive in a horrible cell of a room that smelt of feces and blood, with only bread and water to sustain her. You know, every day of his decade in Azkaban.

Lucky her.

He bit out a spiteful snort and tossed her back on the bed by her hair. "Today's your lucky day lass... I have better things to do than chop up little girls..." He started to leave but suddenly turned back to her, tapping his chin and musing loudly "But then, I do have some hag friends who would love a succulent bit of little girl meat..." He paused for effect, letting the chilling words sink in for a moment. Then he let out a barking laugh that somehow managed to echo in the room, "It's a joke lass...Get a sense of humor..."

The laughter stopped abruptly and his expression went cold, as he hissed "But if you even try... or even think of trying... to escape..." With a jerk and a flick of his wrist, the knife flew across the room, barely missing her, and buried itself to the hilt in the wooden window frame. Turning away, the knife still vibrating from impact, he left without saying anything else. He didn't have to.

He tossed her back on to the old bed, and while breathing heavily from crying, she sat up, tucking her knees in, wrapping her arms around her knees. He made his joke about the hags, and Lucy's eyes doubled in size. She gulped, worrying that he'd actually bring her to the hags. Marc then burst out laughing a laugh that boomed throughout the room.

"It's a joke lass...Get a sense of humor..."

Lucy tried to smile, but found that even a smile was afraid of her current situation. He then stopped laughing and stared down at her. She shrunk back as though his stare was going to come out and bite her. He warned her about escaping, then flung the knife at her. It embedded itself in the wood behind her, where it shook, deep in the wood. She nodded quickly, as though understanding his threat. This man was crazy. And Lucy knew nothing good could come if she spoke up.

Marc disaperated out of the hell hole, leaving Lucy there stunned. She sat there, on the rat chewed mattress trying to grasp what was going on. Devlin pissed off this guy. She thought. So, now, he's trying to force Devlin to do something by going for me, knowing that Dev would do anything for me. Lucy had watched a lot of crime shows growing up. Douglas never cared what she did, and the idea of criminals amazed her. Many of the episodes included abductions, and that was why she was able to understand her present condition.

As soon as she was sure he was truly gone, she decided to change into some clean clothes. She was always able to clear her head if she was a little cleaner. Lucy then started to think about what would be the best option to do right now. Since she grew up with a bunch of slobs, Lucy was almost compulsive about messes. However, there was a distinct difference between leaving things on the floor, and spilling or shredding something. Leaving stuff on the floor was okay by Lucy's standards. But not cleaning up what you spilled? That was what bothered Lucy.

She pulled her now different length hair into a ponytail, then got off the bed. She slowly folded her clothes into a neat stack, which she then set on the lower shelf of the table in the room. There. Better already. Lucy felt a twinge of pain as she picked up the remains of her bag, knowing of all the times she had used the bag in the past. Lucy placed these shreds in a little pile in the corner. That was now going to be the garbage corner. She tidied her books, and lined up her shoes, being comforted by the idea of what she still had. Her wand had been taken from her,  but it wasn't like she'd use it right now anyway.

Once everything was put away or at least organized, she sat down on the bed she had attempted to make. She tucked the blanket in, under the mattress, even though it was only a blanket. Lucy had taken out a piece of parchment, and her quill, beginning to journal.

Day 1.
So, I've been abducted by some beast who Devlin pissed off. He has cut my hair, and taken my wand. But I am still hopeful. He didn't hurt me, which leads me to suspect someone doesn't want me hurt. I don't know what will happen next, but I will be strong. I've made my cell a little more homey. Anything to comfort me at this point. My butterfly knife is truly stuck in the wood work, which means I won't be getting it out anytime soon. But as soon as I do, I'll feel 100% safer. My captor warned me about escaping, and I'm not stupid enough to try. I'll tough this out, as creepy as it is. But I am a Matthews girl! I am tough, and I am strong! I can get through anything.

She continued to journal for about an hour, before she folded the parchment up, and hid it underneath the mattress. Lucy picked up one of her school books, but got bored not even 5 minutes later, and put it back down. She had slipped off her shoes, storing them under the bed, and then she stood on the bed, trying to wretch the knife out of the wood. It wouldn't budge. Lucy slumped down in defeat, and propped herself up against the wall, watching the rain beat down on the large windows.