When DEK had done stripping him, DEK surveyed his work, eyeing up his prey. Harry imagined that his previous victims had been nearly hyperventilating at this point, and DEK was obviously power tripping off the high from it. Not this time. Even the psychopath could see that Malfoy was as calm and unnerved as though it were any other normal routine task. He was almost bored by it, and DEK was not liking it.
                              
"Death Eater! Are you trying to mock me? You're going to die screaming, begging me to stop!"
                              
Draco's grey eyes flickered over to him, in challenge. "Game on," they said.
                              
DEK kicked him and knelt and punched his body. Harry winced as the thuds cracked bones and bruised his rather thin body. Harry was trying not to stare at Malfoy, too much, as this was a violation of his privacy. It was DEK he was after, but it was hard not to look. He had a great body that DEK wasted no time in hitting. DEK wore himself out and stopped to grab his throat.
                              
"I'm going to break you. We have all the time in the world, Death Eater. I can keep you alive for days."
                              
Harry doubted that, if the state Draco was in when he showed up was any indication. But DEK then spread his arms and legs apart. Harry's stomach churned, knowing what was coming. DEK pulled off a bag that Harry hadn't really noticed he was carrying. His eyes, in horror, watched as DEK, barely an adult, pulled out four stakes and a mallet. Harry shivered, knowing what was coming, but noted that DEK hadn't left the bag at the scene. He had brought it with him, which seemed odd, if DEK set up the place before.
                              
DEK kicked Draco again and held up the metal stake for him to see, trying to get his high that Draco was, so far, denying him. DEK knelt and flipped his hand over, palm up. Harry shook as the tip of the metal stake was placed upon the delicate skin of Malfoy's hand. DEK looked into Draco's eyes that slightly widened, as though bracing for the promised pain.
                              
"You're going to break. You're telling to tell me everything. Who are your friends? What did they do? Who supported Voldemort? Who escaped justice? You're going to tell me, Death Eater. But first... let's get you staked down."
                              
Draco sucked in a breath and braced himself, as did Harry, when DEK raised the hammer and brought it down hard on the stake. Malfoy groaned painfully as the stake easily sank through his skin, bone and muscle to the floor. Blood sprayed and spread from his hand. The paralytic wouldn't let Draco open his mouth, so he couldn't scream or even answer. DEK laughed and laughed when he hit the stake again, sending vibrations through Malfoy's destroyed hand, and sinking the pole in deeper. DEK even waited a few seconds until he hit it, again. He used the bare minimum of force, dragging out the process.
                              
DEK just savored every muffled scream and pain as he finally drove it in deep enough for his liking. Then he went to his other hand, repeating his unanswerable questions, teasing Draco with the metal pole and chuckling like a madman. Eventually, he slowly pounded it in, too, drawing it out as long as possible, before moving it to his legs. Malfoy's screams grew quieter after each hit, and he, again, had a sort of resigned look in his eyes, as DEK hammered the last one in, literally through his ankle.
                              
DEK stood up victorious, and Harry had to resist the urge to vomit. The whole experience was going to give him nightmares. He thought maybe he should take a breather and leave, but then DEK stood over him. Harry focused on his suspect as he spat, "You deserve this, Death Eater! You destroyed my life. You killed my parents! I will hunt every last one of you down and kill you like the rabid mongrels you are."
                              
Draco didn't even look at him.
                              
"We got a little longer before you can talk. Let's get you ready to answer," DEK purred and finally pulled out his wand.