"The little Mudyblood is afraid" the black haired woman cooed evilly. Hermione bit her lip hard to remain silent and not scream until her throat became raw while Bellatrix carved something in her skin with a knife, but she couldn´t resist the tears that were falling freely down her cheeks. She turned her head to see what was written in her arm and she needed all her control to not throw her gut out when she read it.
Mudblood.
Hermione looked at the witch who was on top of her and couldn´t help but feel completely betrayed and heartbroken when she met the gaze of her torturer and saw the pleasure and excitement, and the little horror and despair that reflected the eyes of Bellatrix. She doubted. She didn´t know if Bellatrix's feelings for her were true now, no after seeing the… the arousal that the torture produced on her.
"Now you'll never forget what you are, just filth that must be erased" the older woman barked while slapped Hermione in the face really hard. The Death Eaters that were in the room laughed coldly at that. Pain stabbed Hermione's heart harshly and the tears fall with more forced, and a tiny sob escaped from her lips. Her torturer eyes were pleading for forgiveness, but Hermione couldn't give her that.
"Come on Bella! It's my turn to play!" exclaimed a very frustrated Dolohov, waving his wand at Hermione. The insane woman hissed angrily.
"There are plenty of Mudbloods to rape or kill here. Go and get one. This piece of filth is mine." Hermione was having a hard time deciding whether to be relieved or terrified at the statement. Her breath hitched as Bellatrix whispered on her ear "Trust me." Suppressing a shiver Hermione didn't answer.
With the corner of her eye saw a blood covered body, and almost instantly had to fight the urge of throwing right there when she recognized the body as Justin Finch-Fletchey's. She closed her eyes and decided she wasn't going to stay here to be the torture toy of these horrendous persons. She was going to do all the necessary for being killed if that allow her to escape from this hell. Right that moment a black cloud filled the room. The abducted Muggle-born witches screamed in absolutely terror. The Death Eaters started to threw spells not really seeing who they injured. Bellatrix took that opportunity to slid an arm around Hermione's waist and, through the minor's struggling, she made them stood and started running into the apparition spot.
"Hermione, please, come. I'll get you outta here" pleaded Bellatrix when the chocolate-eyed woman refused to continue. Tears started to form around the older woman's eyes.
"I cannot trust you. I won't trust you. I won't follow you, not after seeing the pleasure you had while you were torturing me." Hermione voice broke and cursed when she felt her cheeks wet again.
"Please, you don't have to trust me after these, but you need to come, because otherwise were going to die" hissed urgently Bellatrix.
A horrendous cold laugh ripped the air like a knife as the screams of the Muggle-born became louder and louder by the minute. Adrenaline run through Hermione's veins as her survival instinct kicked in. The image of Harry and the Weasleys around the dinner table, laughing.
Hermione nodded defeated, letting the other witch guide her. They descended the stairs and when they reached the apparition spot in the backyard, they apparated witch a 'crack', muffled by the laugh and the screams inside the house.