"They... well... it was just one at first," Draco said, rambling slightly. It was hard to talk about... and he wasn't sure how to begin. "His name was... C-Connors... though I didn't know it... in the beginning. He stopped caring after a while, when he realized that no one was watching the prison. Every time... it was just a little bit worse... a little more painful... a little crueler."
He was squeezing Harry's hand pretty hard, now. Harry had stopped trying to pull his hand away.
"He came into my cell the first night," Draco breathed. "I was... terrified already. Just as bad as you now are, at the thought of being in a tiny room with no windows, knowing I'd be trapped there for years. But... Connors unlocked the door and came right in. I..." Draco paused, to calm down some. He could do this. "...I knew what he wanted. I don't know if it is from living with Death Eaters for so long... but I just know who is fucking psychotic, who wants to hurt people for fun.
"I tried to talk my way out. Appealed to his humanity... that he'd be caught... but he just laughed and Silenced me. He didn't use his wand to subdue me, though. He just overpowered me. I wasn't that strong, even when I first got there. I was never able to keep my strength up during the war, couldn't eat or sleep with... everything going on. But Connors beat the shit out of me, forced me down, ripped my prison uniform off... and just... did it," Draco said, stopping for several minutes. Shutting down his emotions hadn't been so engrained into him at that point. It was much more... real.
"I always remember that one. There were years of other times, more painful and humiliating times... but just the suddenness, the violence of it. I didn't have my guards up. I felt everything. H-He made it hurt... said I squirmed more than my father did. Fucking asshole. He just left me there. Bleeding, bruised... broken. He didn't heal me. They never healed me, unless they had to. I had to try to put my uniform back on, but it was ruined. They never gave me anything else, not even a blanket. 
"Those fuckers always left the place cold... just warm enough to not be freezing, but painful. I was always cold... so thank you for always raising the Heating Charms when I first got here," Draco said, getting a chill though it wasn't cold. After so many years of being cold, the chill never really left him. "But I built my guards up. Using Occlumency to shut off the pain. I knew that it wasn't going to be just one time. It was going to be my life. Eventually, I realized that I wasn't going to get out alive. 
"Connors came every night... said I was on his "rounds". Said my father was, too... and that he stopped by a different cell every hour to punish us Death Eaters. But I was his favorite. I don't know if it was because I was so much younger than the others, that my father was there too, so he could rub it in our faces, or that I didn't beg him not to... do it. I resisted and he liked it. He liked forcing me down and using his power over me. He liked that more than actually doing it. He liked seeing my... helplessness in that moment.
"It's just the power he got high on... and slowly breaking me. I wouldn't just lie down and take it. He got his kicks and thrills using Imperio and Crucio on me for a while, but I would only obey to the point. It was the little refusals that made him want to hurt me more and keep coming back night after night. I watched him at first... stared at him in challenge. He wanted me to cringe at his presence... that was the first thing he tortured out of me," Draco said, staring straight at Harry's blanket, trying to stay out of his safe space. 
"He brought his mates in to help "train" me in it, too. Eventually, every guard realized that no one was watching them or cared what they did. It was a free-for-all. They didn't like me resisting them...and really hurt me when I fought back. I was... popular. But I didn't cry, scream, or beg, and they wanted me to. They wanted me to break me, and if they hurt me hard enough, I'd do what they wanted, but only when the pain was too much. I was mute otherwise. That urked them. They hurt me more... starved me... cursed me. They could have my body, but I was safe in my head with you," Draco said, tears falling down his face.