So this is a three part fic, that I've already written, so I'll upload it all at once :)

He was sent to jail when everyone realized he was trying to take over the kingdom. Not that he cars anymore, there's nothing to care about at the moment, he'd lost the only friendship he could recall, he'd lost Sofia, and he can't quite understand why it hurts his heart so at the way she screamed 'Mr Ceedric! Let him go! He's not evil!'But it's been to long since he's seen her, and he wonders how she grew. He lay back on the bed, his purple robe billowed out as he tossed his apple in the air idly, he'd long since forgotten why he'd asked for the apple, had he been hungry? He's not sure. A voice pipes up,

"I sent you the apple to eat, Cedric." He looked over though the bars on his cell to see an older version of Sofia. She walks toward the cell, and he can't help but go backwards away from her, away from guards, away from the eminent looming torture session's he'd been submitted to over the years, he'd never once seen King Rowland as a cruel man, oh how wrong he had been.

He was hit again, the whip cracks, his back is numb, he can't stand on his own, he just lets it hit him, he's too weak to fight back, blood dribbled down, and he can feel it on the back of his knees, the whip cracks again. He cries out, but not in pain.

He doesn't emerge from the shadows when she speaks, he tosses the apple again, "Why should I eat if I'll just throw it up later?" She's puzzled, he can picture the look on her eight year old face, he smiles idly, and then she replies with

"Are you ill, Mr. Ceedric." Her tone is teasing, but he has no mood for jests.

"Not ill, but when they decide to use my stomach as a punching bag, I'd really rather not be sick again, it's humiliating."

Today they were kicking him, one to the head, one that broke his nose, between his legs, lots there, one to his stomach that made him gag as his sparse breakfast attempted to make it's reentrance. He held it down, they seemed to notice this, and after several more kicks to the stomach, he was unable to hold it down any longer.

"You really don't know, do you?" He mused, tossing the apple into the air again, "What were you told, when I was taken away?" She mused, before speaking up,

"That you were a threat to my safety and you were being taken to be fixed." Cedric nods his head, and brushes a hand through his bangs, the grey hairs is pushed aside, and it then falls back into place. His hair was still black, he thinks, or at least, when he ventures close enough to look in the cracked mirror.

"Well, I'm here, and they are very fond of torture. Especially hitting me in the stomach. Do you know what happens, my dear Miss Sofia when you get hit in the stomach? You vomit." She must look appalled, he thinks, as he hears her gasp.

"Mr Cedric!" She exclaims, and shakes the bars twice, "You must leave here! At once!" Cedric chuckles, and shakes his head sadly.

"And then what? Your father would have my replacement find me in moments. " Sofia is silent for a long time before she says,

"My father the king?" He nods, though she can't see him.
"The very same." He said, smirking darkly, "What's wrong, Miss Sofia? Daddy isn't perfect after all?" Sofia grit her teeth.

"Cedric! This isn't right, you never actually hurt me, or…anyone!" Cedric shrugs, and lies back on the bed. His back aches. Scars pulled. He scowls, more scars pull. It's painful. He tosses the apple again, and catches it. He's not hungry. Sofia let's out an angry shout, he jumps, and has to force himself to calm down. "You're not deserving of this!" She shouts, and shakes the bars with her hands.

His body is being pulled, his muscles are at their limits, he thinks he may be pulled in half. He cries out as one of his shoulders pops out of place, he Is still stretched, his right hip clicks. They finally stop, when Cedric has tears streaming down his face, and is begging incoherently. When they finally ease the stretch, something ling hard and burning hits his stomach, he realizes it must be a cane of some kind. He hasn't eaten anything today, so he isn't sick. It's a small blessing, he thinks.

Sofia is shaking now, and ordering, he's not heard this before, it frightens him a little. "Cedric let me see you! I want to see what they've done!" Cedric gets to his feet, his robe sweeps the ground, and he pulls himself over to the bars of the cell to show her his face. Sofia screams. He touches the scars there, one along the bridge of his nose, the other along his right cheek.

The knife was pulled along, gouging his cheek, he screamed, the salty tears made it worse. The knife still traveled, and his restrained hands clawed at the air, while he struggled for all he was worth to escape. Blood ran down to the neck of robe, and seeps in. He's still screaming, he screams until he can't. Then it's placed at the bridge of his nose, and it moves forward, he's so worn out, he can't even scream. Just incoherent bumbles of pain.

Sofia has to recover her wits, it's enough time for Cedric to slip back into the shadows of his cell, she begs him to come out again, he does, she doesn't scream, just places her hand between the cell bars. It's holding his wand. He takes it gently. He missed it, he thought they'd broken it.

First his book of spells was burnt before him, the pages upon pages of his livihood burnt to a crisp, nothing more than ashes and dust, then his beloved raven, his Worm Wood, had his neck snapped, he's crying again, he swears to leave and never come back, he pleas and cries and compromises when they then set fire to the portrait of his parents.

Sofia watches him carefully as he took it, held it like gold. They meet eyes, and Sofia looks to him, "I'll save you." Cedric sighs softly,

"No one can save me now, my dear Sofia.

Later that night, Sofia swears she can hear him screaming, and can smell his flesh burning as they press pokers to his skin. She's crying, she feels terrible, and she sets herself to it that she'll save him.

Ironically enough, Cedric doesn't want to be saved, because then what would he do? But at the same time, he wants it to stop, he has to stop thinking now, he might be ill and throw up the apple Sofia gave him earlier in the day.