Draco was curled up in a ball on his bed, his back to the door and laced with long red strips, he'd been whipped it almost looked like. he was naked, his ankles tied together, his hands tied ti the bed frame so he couldn't escape, no sound came from him, but you knew he was awake because he tensed when Marc asked his name. "oh my god." Harry whispered horrified. "James watch the door, make sure Narcissa isn't coming." he demanded moving slowly over to the poor hurt blond, gently laying a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Draco, it's harry. we've come to rescue you..." he whispered, Draco swallowing thickly, refusing to open his eyes, certain that this was just a trick of Narcissa's.