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All thoughts vanished from her mind except pure terror. She could feel the blood in her veins turn ice, fear running so violently through her body she could vomit. The cold floor pressed up against her back offered no comfort, only increasing the damned feeling of utter helplessness. She was a deer and the woman dragging her feet in a slow walk towards her was the tiger.
A sneer of complete loathing and disgust was etched on the dark witch's face. "She's going to kill me. She's going to kill me. This is it, she's going to kill me." Hermione knew already that there was no way out of this and she didn't try to convince herself otherwise. She was in the claws of the most notorious, skilled death eater there was. A very ruthless, psychotic one at that.
Hermione could remember when she used to wonder how such a privileged woman could go down this path of evil, condemned written in huge letters across her forehead. How could someone turn out like this? Even in the hands of her torturess her curiosity was still present. Nobody could have been birthed like this.
Bellatrix stood at the end Hermione's feet, looking down at her with a sickly innocent grin across her face. "You're going to get it, Muddy."
