The room glowed as another curse hit Nikita's body- she only smiled, refusing to show them her pain.
"Curse me all you want, I don't fear pain."
The black robed figures snarled in unison and began another onslaught of attacks. Nikita let out a strained laugh but she was sure her fake smile looked more like a pained grimace. She couldn't move; they had tied her to the wall with her limbs spread wide like some kind of sick human star. They were whispering again, but they didn't know that she could hear them.
"She's not going to talk- we should dispose of her, before the Order of the Phoenix finds us"
Another Death Eater scoffed quietly "Haven't we tried every spell we know already!"
"Then we'll go and leave her here to starve to death." The first Death Eater growled, anxiously looking to the windows as if the Order of the Phoenix would appear at any moment.
The tallest Death eater rasped "NO! We have to finish the job! We'll take her with us."
There were murmurs of agreement from the others and she finally felt her tired muscles begin to fail her after hours of holding herself up. The bonds holding her wrists and ankles to the wall disappeared and Nikita fell forwards; landing at the Death Eater's feet. She tried desperately to pull herself up but her exhausted muscles refused to move. One of them roughly grabbed the back of her shirt and hauled her to her feet before disapparating- taking her with him.
"Well, Greyback, What do we have here?" Drawled a voice Nikita recognised all too well- Lucius Malfoy.
She drew on all her last reserves of strength to hold her own weight. Pushing her captors aside, Nikita advanced on Malfoy.
"You bastard!" Spitting in his face , Nikita was once again brought under control by flick of Malfoy's wrist.
"Tsk, Tsk, Such a filthy mouth- didn't your parents teach you better?" His lips curled back in a smirk
Nikita's eyes glowed red and her voice grew cold as she replied "You don't deserve to speak of them, you are nothing more than the Dark Lords lapdog!"
Lucius' smirk vanished and he brought his hand across her face. "You have so much talent, so much potential for greatness; but you don't even use it- you allow yourself to be brought to your knees by these incompetent idiots?"
Despite having been backhanded across the face mere moments before; Nikita began to laugh "You think that they tortured me into submission? That I am not here because I needed a way of finding the Dark Lords base? Yes, Lucius, I am most certainly here of my own free will, I just allowed Mr Greyback here to chauffeur my little trip to see our mutual friend." She continued to smile sweetly whilst the colour drained from Lucius' face.
"Y-y-you're here t-t-to …" Lucius managed to stutter before Nikita muttered 'Petrificus Totalus' under her breath and he was completely frozen. She finished his unspoken sentence "Yes Lucius, I would like my wand back and I won't leave without it…" She reached inside his robes and pulled his own wand out before tossing his motionless body aside with a flick of her wrist.
The other Death Eaters scattered; some disapparating, others preparing for a fight. Nikita smirked at them as she silently cast 'Stupefy' which sent them all flying in different directions. Looking back and admiring the pathway, which was now littered with unconscious wizards, Nikita made her way towards Malfoy Manor. She blasted the door off its hinges and strode inside, making her way upstairs to the master bedroom; where she knew the Dark Lord would be sleeping- Narcissa and Lucius having been evicted to a smaller sleeping area. To her surprise; the door was open but the room was not unguarded, her wand lay in a glass case at the foot of the bed- guarded by none other than Draco Malfoy. Nikita smiled at him and stepped forwards to meet his raised wand.
"Ah, you must be Draco, I know your father quite well- actually I know that if you don't hand me that wand in the next thirty seconds I will be forced to kill you with your father's wand. Now you don't want the Ministry to think that it was your father that committed such a terrible crime, do you?"
The boy shook his head and stepped back to allow Nikita to take the glass case. "Thank you Draco, now I would love to get better acquainted but I'm a little short of time right now so, maybe some other time?"
Nikita turned round to leave through the same door through which she had entered only to find her way blocked by Bellatrix Lestrange, who had her index finger pressed to her left forearm where the dark mark stood out against her pale skin. For the first time since entering the Manor, Nikita felt a quiver of fear run through her body and for the first time in years she truly did feel trapped. Before she could react, Bellatrix had raised her wand and a blast of pink light hit Nikita in the stomach, she doubled over in agony as another curse hit her chest. Her insides were on fire as the third curse hit the glass chandelier above her head- bringing broken glass and shards of metal raining down on her. Nikita took a deep breath and disapparated, with no idea where she wanted to go, she could only hope that she landed somewhere safe where she could heal- if that was even a possibility anymore. Before she could give the subject any more though her back hit a cold stone pavement at the feet of a tall man she didn't recognise. Nikita's instincts told her to run but her muscles couldn't react before she blacked out completely.