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She was afraid. There was no other way to put it. She wasn't afraid of the pain. No, that wasn't the case at all. She was afraid of what she would feel when she was in pain. She knew that the pain would hurt; after all she had been in pain multiple times before. Pain was pain, pure and simple. The problem with the pain that Hermione felt was that there was also an underlying feeling that came with pain. Pleasure. Hermione was only afraid of pain because she was afraid that she actually felt pleasure from it. She didn't want to admit to herself that she was a masochist. That wasn't who she was or who she wanted to be. She wasn't ready to accept that and if she could have it her way she would never have to accept it. There was only one problem. She couldn't have it her way. Not in the situation she was in which, brings her back to reality. Bellatrix Lestrange.
Bellatrix Lestrange was standing in the same room as Hermione. Actually, she was standing in the same space as her. Hermione wasn't sure how she felt about this except that she knew she was hoping there wasn't going to be any pain involved. She was just doing wishful thinking. Hermione knew that when it came to the dark witch that there was certainly going be pain and it was going to be quite terrible. Another problem that crossed Hermione's mind was that even though she knew the dark witch had nothing good in store for her she couldn't help but seem to find her quite…..alluring? Beautiful? Hypnotizing? Hermione couldn't exactly find a word to put there. Intriguing, yes that's the word. Ever since she had seen her in the Department of Mysteries, Hermione couldn't stop thinking about how intriguing Bellatrix was. Now Bellatrix was in the same space as Hermione and Hermione couldn't stop looking at her face partly because she was scared speechless and partly because she couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful she looked. How beautifully she looked. That was Hermione's last thought before she blacked out.
Well now she could look at her beauty everyday seeing as she was now her prisoner. Hermione didn't remember all of the details of what happened in Malfoy manor. All she remembered was Bellatrix screaming in her face, having mudblood carved into her arm, and then after that she passed out. When she woke up she was in a dark room. She couldn't move from her place on the rug because she was chained to what she guessed was a wall. She didn't have a wand on her either so she wasn't going to be able to use magic to help her get free. After waking up and realizing she was chained in what quite possibly be Bellatrix's manor her next thought was "Where is Bellatrix herself?" She didn't know if she actually wanted to see her or not. She knew that Bellatrix would cause her pain because that's just how Bellatrix is, that's her reputation….well that and being a complete and total loon. As Hermione thought all of this the door opened and their standing in all her black clothed glory was Bellatrix.
"Well look who finally woke up. You've been out for almost 2 days now deary but I'm glad to see my little pet has awakened."
Hermione shrank back into her little corner of the room as Bellatrix moved towards her. Bellatrix had that gleeful smile on her face. The kind she wore when she was about to hurt someone. She was excited to have a new little play thing. The Dark Lord let her keep the mudblood as a reward for doing being such a loyal follower. She was practically bursting with excitement of getting to "play" with her new pet. Seeing how she shrank back once she started moving towards her made Bellatrix even more excited because she knew that her new pet was afraid of her. Bellatrix loved to see fear in her prisoners. That's what made them so fun to play with.
"W-why am I-I here?" Hermione was shaking so bad from fear that she couldn't even speak straight.
Hermione knew that Bellatrix didn't have anything good in store for her. She was afraid that when Bellatrix hurt her she was going to feel pleasure and worse than that, she was afraid that Bellatrix would realize that she was a masochist. Bellatrix is a sadist and that's not a secret. Bellatrix was getting closer and closer to her and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't maker herself invisible from the dark witch. Yes, Bellatrix was definitely beautiful but as beautiful as she was, she was also quite terrifying. Everyone in the wizarding world knew who Bellatrix Lestrange was. They knew what she did to the Longbottoms. That she tortured them into insanity. Hermione wasn't ready to be tortured into insanity. She wasn't ready to die yet. As Hermione thought all these things to herself she completely forgot that the person she was thinking of was in the same room as her. In fact, she was back in her same space again.
"Aw is the poor muddy scared?" asked Bellatrix in a fake mocking concerned voice.
Hermione couldn't make a sound so instead she just nodded her head.
"Well my dear little pet, you are here because the Dark Lord allowed me to keep you as my little pet. Well muddy one, welcome to your new home!" Bellatrix cackled, not laughed, cackled.
Hermione was shaking too bad to be able to try to even move farther away from the crazy dark witch that was cackling above her. Bellatrix grabbed Hermione by the scruff of her shirt and pulled her off the ground. The chains that were holding her in her place lifted off the ground with her. Hermione guessed that Bellatrix used magic to extend the length of the chain so that she could lift Hermione off the ground. Hermione's face was just inches away from Bellatrix's. Hermione's first instinct was to try and find away to pry herself out of Bellatrix's grip but once she was able to get her wits about her she realized that wasn't going to happen. After that she started studying Bellatrix's face.
Those years in Azkaban took a toll on Bellatrix's looks and that was quite prominent but regardless of that she was still beautiful in Hermione's eyes. Her face was pale as could be but because she always wore black colored clothing the contrast added to her looks. Seeing the black Victorian era dress against her pale skin made her look attractive and her hair even though it was wild and curly, it fell in her face in such a way that it framed her face in such a way that it added to her façade. Her arms appeared thin but they had their own muscular build to them. She had nice curves about her body and her breast didn't suffer from her time in Azkaban. Her legs were strong but appeared thin just like her arms. Hermione took this all in and would have kept thinking about Bellatrix's body except that Bellatrix interrupted her term of thought.
"Now my lovely little pet, we're going to get you cleaned up and then I'll start teaching you the rules of this house. Seeing as it is getting dark we'll still be able to have fun too. Doesn't that sound just lovely?"
Hermione could hear the glee in Bellatrix's voice as well as see the smile on her face. She started shaking again. She didn't even notice it had stopped until it started again. She didn't know what she was going to do. She knew she didn't want to have "fun" with Bellatrix though. Her body was still sore from Malfoy Manor. She didn't think her body could take anymore punishment but she wasn't the one who was in control anymore, Bellatrix was. Bellatrix released the chains that were keeping Hermione stuck to her space on the rug. Once the chains were released Bellatrix ordered Hermione to stand up. Hermione was still in her state of shock and didn't move. Bellatrix looked down at her new pet and kicked her in the stomach. Hermione snapped out of her shock and looked up.
"I'm glad to see you come back to me. Now get up and follow me muddy."
The authority in Bellatrix's voice was very clear and Hermione somehow managed to get up and follow Bellatrix. Bellatrix took her into a plain basic bathroom. There was a house elf there and it had just finished filling the tub up with warm water. Bellatrix dismissed the house elf and turned back to Hermione. Hermione was just staring at the floor trying to avoid making eye contact. Bellatrix took a few steps toward Hermione and she was back in her space. Bellatrix wasn't sure what to make of her new pet yet but she was going to certainly make sure she was well aware of who was in control.
"Strip." Those were the only words that came out of Bellatrix's mouth since they entered the bathroom.
Hermione's head shot up and she looked at Bellatrix with fear and disbelief in her eyes. Did she hear the witch correctly? Did Bellatrix just tell her to strip? No, this wasn't possible. It just couldn't be real. Hermione was sure this was all a figment of her imagination. There was no way that Bellatrix just said what she thought she heard. It was all in her head. That's what Hermione wanted to believe. Hermione didn't respond quick enough and what snapped her out of her thoughts was the pain she felt because Bellatrix was pulling her hair hard enough to make her head go backwards.
"Now you listen to me deary. If I give you an order you obey it or at least respond. Is that understood?"
Bellatrix's body was so close to Hermione's that Hermione could feel the body heat of Bellatrix. Hermione had to bite her lip to suppress a moan from coming out of her mouth. Bellatrix pulled harder on Hermione's hair causing Hermione's head to get moved farther back.
"I asked you if that was understood mudblood."
Hermione realized she better answer quickly or things were going to get much worse than they already were. As it was she was having quite a hard time trying to hold in a sound that would surely tip Bellatrix of to the fact that Hermione might be a masochist and Hermione still wasn't ready to accept that.
"I-I understand!" Hermione said loudly to the dark witch.
"Good. Now back to where we were, strip."
Hermione's hair was released and Hermione started to take her shoes and socks off. Once this was done she looked up at Bellatrix who kept her eyes on her pet but didn't say anything just nodded her head. Hermione then took of her jeans and her shirt. She was standing in just her bra and underwear and Bellatrix didn't say anything. She took in what her new play toy looked like. Bellatrix had to admit that she certainly wasn't bad looking for a mudblood. Her body was well toned. She was muscular but not too muscular. She was slender and had a nice form to her body. These thoughts ran through Bellatrix's mind quite fast because she didn't take in everything that she was seeing. Hermione put her arms in front of her chest and she just looked at the floor. Bellatrix snapped out of her deep thought although Hermione didn't even notice that Bellatrix was off a bit. She was too busy in her own deep thoughts.
"You can finish stripping and take a bath. I'll be waiting outside the room so don't think you can just go anywhere. Have fun swimming deary." With that Bellatrix shut the door over and left Hermione in the bathroom half naked and still staring at the floor.
Hermione finished taking her clothes off and got into the tub. She used the bar of soap to wash herself and the shampoo that was left for her. After she finished cleaning herself off she just stayed in the tub. She didn't know what she was going to do. There was no way she was going to be able to escape her situation at least not anytime soon. She knew that she couldn't continue to prolong her time in the bathroom. Hermione got out of the tub and dried off with the towel that was also left for her. She wrapped herself in the towel and when she went to put on clothes to change into she realized she didn't have any clothes to change into. She didn't want to go out into the other room with only a towel wrapped around her but it looked like she didn't have a choice. She knew that if she didn't go out to Bellatrix that Bellatrix would come to her. Hermione opened the door a bit and stuck her head out. Bellatrix was waiting patiently on the end of a bed. She heard the door of the bathroom open and she looked up. Hermione stepped out of the bathroom holding the towel as close to her body as she possibly could.
"Um….I don't have any clothes to change into…" Hermione said this to Bellatrix but she didn't know if Bellatrix heard her because she said it very quietly and was looking at the ground.
Bellatrix stood up and went to a chest that was in the corner of the room. Sitting on the chest was a pair of black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt that was not form fitting but wasn't baggy, a bra, and a pair of underwear. Bellatrix picked these up and walked to where Hermione was standing still clinging to the towel and staring at the carpet. Bellatrix held the clothes in one hand and with the other she put her hand under Hermione's chin and she made Hermione lift her head up so that she would be looking at her. Bellatrix started to smirk and Hermione tried to shrink back but Bellatrix's grip on her jaw was too tight. Bellatrix released her grip on Hermione's jaw and walked around her leaving her hand out to drag along Hermione's waist and she circled her. Hermione's breath hitched just a bit but that didn't go unnoticed by Bellatrix. Bellatrix stood close behind Hermione and put her mouth right next to Hermione's ear.
"Does the muddy child like when I do that, hm?" She whispered in Hermione's ear. Bellatrix continued her ministrations. Hermione shuddered and bite her lip from letting a moan escape. Hermione shook her head.
"Is that so? I think you're enjoying this quite a bit my little pet." Bellatrix whispered once more into Hermione's ear. Hermione was trying hard not to give into the feeling but she was having a quite a hard time. She couldn't distract her mind from how good it felt to have Bellatrix running her hand along her hips that were very visible since she was still only wrapped in a towel. She couldn't help but find Bellatrix's voice seductive when she whispered into her ears. Hermione knew that if she didn't stop it soon she was going to give in and do something that could quite possibly cause her harm.
"P-please….may I-I get c-changed Bellatrix?" Hermione couldn't keep her voice steady. It was too hard.
Bellatrix stopped what she was doing and circled back to the front of Hermione. Hermione stared at the ground as if it had the answer to how she should get out of her predicament. Bellatrix could see Hermione was blushing from what just happened. Bellatrix smirked and tossed the change of clothes at Hermione's feet.
"Don't worry kitten I'll turn my back. You can change and I'll sit over there facing the other way. After that I'll start teaching you the rules of this house and after that. We can have some fun."
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