The darkness was closing in again. Thought, memories, all clamouring for attention inside her head. Rocking back and forth, she tried to block out the sounds of the other screams. A tiny thought penetrated its way through her brain, telling her that the screams were her own. They were coming again. Coming to try and force her to eat. They were going to try and shove that gruel down her throat so she didn't die, so she had to suffer in this hellhole. When the door to her cell opened, she jumped up, yelling and screaming, trying to charge the guard, but was yanked to the ground from the chains at her wrist. Whimpering, she curled into a ball, hoping it would be over, that her master would come for her. Even after fourteen years, Bellatrix Lestrange was still loyal.