A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed. Sorry for the late update; I got stuck. I also tried to improve Bellatrix's persona because even though I got mixed reviews on it I felt she could be improved a bit.
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Chapter 3
'Cruelty is one of the chief ingredients of love, and divided about equally between the sexes: cruelty of lust, ingratitude, callousness, maltreatment, domination. The same is true of the passive qualities, patience under suffering, even pleasure in ill usage.'- Thomas MannATTRIBUTION DE
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Hermione hadn't remembered falling asleep. She remembered being up against the wall curled into a ball, trying to stay as warm as possible and crying until her eyes stung & her throat felt thick. She remembered the dull throb in her leg as she slowly became numb to the pain of her open wound. But she certainly hadn't remembered falling asleep; it must've been a product of all of the crying and physical and mental stress the night prior, along with being in complete darkness. Whether she had been slumbering or just suffering from shock she was having a happy memory-like dream of her and Ronald back at Hogsmeade before all of this madness began, when suddenly Ron's normally soft voice changed to the high pitched accent of Bellatrix Lestrange. He was screaming at her in that horrible voice:
"Wakey wakey, filth! Time for the real fun to begin!"
That shrill voice was accompanied by a nice firm kick directly to Hermione's ribs; her eyes shooting open at the pain only to find herself looking up into the wildly dark eyes of her captor. To the best of her ability the young witch sat up and cowered into the corner of the dimly lit room, the candles on the walls having being reignited, casting dark shadows over Bellatrix's face; giving it a menacing glow.
She swallowed hard, her mouth feeling completely dry. "I already told you; I don't know where Harry and Ron are! Why must you come harass me again? Just leave me alone!" Hermione managed to plead in a hoarse voice, her brown eyes welling up with unshed tears.
Bellatrix laughed sardonically at this, like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. Her full dark lips twisted into a sinister smirk as she stepped closer to the girl, towering over her like a giant dominatrix. "Why, if I were to just leave you alone down 'ere to rot I wouldn't be a very good host now would I, love? Besides, your lit'le mates shall be along sooner or later, 'til then, you're my lit'le distraction to help pass the time 'til the Dark Lord's plan comes to fruition." At the mention of her master Bellatrix's hollow face seemed to glow in a kind of wicked admiration.
Everyone in the wizarding world knew that the Death Eater had a sick obsession with the snake-like Voldemort, but whether it was romantic or just idolization was another story entirely.
"But 'nough chit-chat girly, Bellatrix wants to play a game!" With that said she closed the distance between them and swiftly grabbed Hermione by her hair, twisting the girl's brown locks between her skeletal fingers and roughly pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the other side of the small cell. She wrapped a hand around the girl's slim throat and squeezed tightly as she pressed her against the stone wall as forcefully as possible; causing Hermione's head to knock against it; her vision blurred from the pain and from the growing lack of oxygen.
Bellatrix leant in, her face mere inches from Hermione's. The older witches' warm breath washed over her skin like a curtain rippling in the wind; smooth like velvet but uneven. Hermione's face contorted in repugnance. Having another woman in her personal space like this was not something she was particularly fond of; especially when said woman was as vile and sadistic as Bellatrix was. She tried to turn her head to the side, to breathe in air that wasn't saturated with all things Bellatrix, but the female Death Eater's grip simply tightened around her throat again in response, ceasing any movement.
Bellatrix's lip curled into a crooked smirk of enjoyment as she felt the muscles just beneath her fingertips spasm with each ragged breath Hermione struggled to take. She leant in and ghosted her lips against the shell of the smaller girl's ear, causing her to shiver. "That's it my muddy one, concentrate on trying to breathe. You are going to need the distraction from what I'm 'bout to do to you." She released her throat but quickly grabbed hold of both Hermione's tiny wrists and pinned them roughly above her head.
"Accio chains!" The older witch hissed then bit her bottom lip in raw excitement as she watched thick metal chains with cuffs on the ends materialize onto the wall and clasp themselves around the girls' wrists, making her squeak in surprise.
Now that she had Hermione in the exact position she wanted Bellatrix wasted no time in unlatching the leather sheath that rested on the curve of her hip and withdrawing her beloved dagger from it. She tested the weight of it in her hands methodically; flames from the torches dancing off of its warped metal surface causing Hermione to gasp in terror.
"Please Bellatrix, don't!" The girl shrieked in pure panic, pulling and twisting on her chains in a moot effort to free herself and get away from what she knew what about to happen. Her eyes began to fill with tears again in frustration.
The older witch cocked her head to the side at Hermione's words, staring at her pink lips in an almost kind of disbelief. She'd never heard this Mudblood utter a single syllable of her name before. Normally, her name coming from such filthy lips would have maddened Bellatrix, but the way it fell from Hermione's lips; it sounded so erotic, almost like a dirty word. The tone of fear just added to the effect.
Bellatrix swallowed hard, her dark eyes glazing over and she brought her body flush against the younger witches'. She looked down on her and brought the dagger's sharp tip to rest against the smooth skin of her neck.
"Say it again..." She ordered in a harsh whisper, pushing the blade just a little harder into the pale skin, she could feel it slowly tearing the dermis under the pressure.
Hermione's body shook in total fear of the situation. She was afraid to speak, lest the blade slice itself into her trachea the moment she uttered a single word; but she knew if she remained silent Bellatrix would slit her throat anyway…She'd take her chances.
"Say w-what again?"
"My name! Say my name again you ruddy thing! NOW!" Bellatrix screamed in exasperation directly in Hermione's face. A primal growl vibrated deep inside of her chest and without warning she leant in and bit down on Hermione's neck in desperation, her sharp canines pinching her carotid artery.
Hermione screamed louder than she'd ever thought possible. The high tenor of her cries ringing off of the stone walls, but she could only hear her heartbeat thudding in her ears. Bellatrix's jaw clamped down harder, her long hands coming to rest on the girl's hips, causing the dagger she still held in her right hand to dig into her hipbone. Their breasts were smashed impossibly close together and Hermione did her best to ignore the feeling of Bellatrix's hardening nipples pressing against her chest. She knew what she had to do to make this stop for the moment; regardless of whatever pleasure it might bring to the sadistic creature on top of her.
"Bellatrix!" She shrieked into the Death Eater's ear just as she felt those horrible teeth going through her skin, drawing blood as she moaned against her skin. The bookworm in the back of her brain was busily throwing out references to all of the disgusting germs lurking inside of the human mouth, thus risking an infection from the bite, but Hermione knew now was not the time to be astute. She screamed again just for good measure, hoping the woman would let up. "B-bellatrix!"
This did the trick because the older witch slowly pulled her mouth away, keeping their bodies connected. She smiled contentedly, flashing the girl a mouthful of bloody red teeth. Her pointy tongue snaked out from between her lips as she happily licked the lifeblood from her pouty lips. She swallowed it almost overdramatically, savoring every drop.
"See Mudgirl, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" She purred. Her face was still close enough to Hermione's that she could smell the sickly sweet tang of her own blood on Bellatrix's warm breath. Her stomach flipped with nausea.
Hermione tugged at her chains again but this time managed to shove Bellatrix away by pushing all of her body weight against her; knocking her off balance momentarily. "You're sodding mad!" She spat in a terrified kind of anger.
Bellatrix regained what little of her composure hadn't been taken awhile by said madness and smoothed out invisible wrinkles in her long ebony velvet skirt. She sneered wickedly at her prisoner and closed the distance between them and her long thin hand connected with Hermione's pale cheek forcefully.
Hermione's head whipped to the side and she grunted in surprise. She felt a thin trail of blood drip down her chin from her bottom lip, which was now split open. The older witch just simply flashed her a toothy shameless grin in response. "That I am, Muddy. That I am." She reached out and traced along Hermione's jawbone, her sharp nail grazing the soft skin beneath. "But 'ey, we've all got our lit'le quirks now 'aven't we?" She winked at the younger witch and bent in and slid her tongue all the way from her chin to her cut lip, cleaning up the coagulating blood that pooled there before capturing Hermione's lips with her own in a fierce and forceful kiss; thrusting her tongue into the innocent girl's mouth without hesitation. Hermione whimpered her displeasure into Bellatrix's mouth, silently cursing herself for the butterflies that suddenly made themselves known in the pit of her stomach.
Bellatrix continued the assault of Hermione's mouth with her probing tongue as she brought her dagger up between their bodies and sliced the girl's blue jumper off in one swift upward cut, revealing a smooth taut stomach and a plain white bra. Hermione gasped at the sudden chill from both the stale air of the dungeon and being exposed to this monster. She didn't have time to dwell on it though because without a second thought Bellatrix plunged the twisted dagger directly into her stomach, right below her bellybutton; effectively scattering all of those pesky butterflies. The female Death Eater pulled away from their kiss as she stared down at the blade impaled in the girl's soft flesh, Hermione's screams of pure agony ringing sweetly in her ears. She pulled it out excruciatingly slow but stabbed right above the first wound. Hermione's knees sagged as she cried and screamed for all she was worth. For every scream Bellatrix would cackle frenziedly in reply. Her long arm moved in a blur as she stabbed the girl in every spot she could reach, blood pouring out of every wound like a macabre waterfall, pooling onto the cobblestone floor.
Bellatrix was in a lust-filled sadistic trance now; Hermione's screams were the soundtrack to her frenzied dance of torture.
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After what felt like hours Bellatrix finally took a step back to admire her handwork and her large ebony eyes danced with excitement as they skimmed over Hermione's broken and bleeding body, half clothed in just a stained bra and torn jeans, her limp body till chained to the stone wall. She was still conscious, but barely. She was deathly pale and her legs sagged where Bellatrix had stabbed through the tibia bones.
The satiated Bellatrix raked her tongue slowly over her dagger and each of her dainty fingers, cleaning them off; her mouth filling with the coppery essence of the other girl's blood. Her eyes slowly rolled back into her skull and a primal growl rattled deep in her chest.
Finally, after snapping out of her Hematomania-like trance, she removed her signature wand from her corset, flipping her wild mane of unruly curls back from her face and aimed the wand down directly at the trembling Hermione, who closed her eyes tightly, expecting the 'Crucios' to begin. The older witch hadn't cast the curse all day, but instead she heard Bellatrix mutter: "Vulnera Sanentur", she gasped in complete surprise as, instead of feeling crippling pain, she felt all of the gashes and wounds the Death Eater had inflicted throughout their torture session began to suddenly heal of all things. The only reminder of what had occurred where her torn clothes and bloodstained skin. With one final downwards flick of her wand the chains dissipated into thin air and Hermione fell to her knees.
She stared up at her captor, utter confusion blatant in her eyes as she nurtured her sore and bruised wrists. "W-why did you heal me after all of that?"
Bellatrix put away her wand and twisted a stray curl around her finger impishly as she smirked crookedly. "You may have nothing but ruddy mud coursing through those veins of yours, but you're not half bad to look at, why spoil that with scars?" She giggled. It was high pitched and demonic laced with a kind of childhood innocence. It caused the hairs on the back of Hermione's neck stand on end. "For now at least."
Hermione just shook her head in disbelief as she pulled her knees up to her chest. She was so exhausted, every inch of her body ached from the torment it had just undergone, and she felt dirty from when Bellatrix had kissed her.
She just wanted to rest her head in her arms and pass out, but she knew she could not afford turn her back on Bellatrix. She whimpered in frustration.
Bellatrix wiped the remaining dried blood off on her form fitting corset and crossed her arms, jutting her hips to the side as her eyes followed every pained movement Hermione made. "Oh, now-now pet, pep up. You know deep down you rather enjoyed it. We all have a bit of masochism in us. You just need to learn to embrace it, you do. Knowing that you're dancing on the edge of Death's grand stage is rather poetically erotic."
Hermione scoffed. "I'd hardly classify you as the 'poetic' type. Stabbing someone half to death and feasting on their blood is hardly my idea of erotic romanticism; let alone any form of poetry.
The older witch smirked obliquely at the girls' words. "That so? Well firstly, I was not feasting on your blood; twas merely a snack compared to what I could've done. Besides, your blood is like forbidden fruit to me. I loathe your kind, but you are just too tempting to pass up, my sinful lit'le indulgence. Secondly, to each 'er own; I fail to see the appeal in you wantin' to shag that Weasel fellow you're so fond of."
Hermione gawked in shock at the last comment and Bellatrix simply rolled her shadowy eyes.
"Don't act so innocent Granger; Draco never shuts up 'bout you three, especially you. Beginning to think he's got a bit of a crush on you." Bellatrix's piercing eyes darkened a few shades more as they traveled along the length of Hermione' lithe body, huddled against herself. "Can't say I particularly blame 'im though," She added as an afterthought under her breath.
Suddenly her infringing gaze turned to her own left forearm; barely covered by a jet-black lace sleeve; Hermione noted that the infamous Dark Mark tattoo lay just below it, and it was tingling. They both stared intently at it for a moment before Bellatrix pepped up, her eyes meeting the other witch's timid ones.
"Well, we'll have to cut our playtime short today, Muddy one; duty calls!" She let out a shrill cackle and turned on her heels and Apparated out of the tiny cell in a cyclone of black smoke.
Hermione stared unblinkingly at the spot Bellatrix was just at for a few moments before she jumped to her feet as fast as her wobbly body would allow.
Bellatrix had Apparated out of her cell. Did that mean she could too? Her mind raced at the possibilities of escaping and returning to her friends. She knew her body was weak and trying to Apparate anywhere without the proper mindset could lead to some horrible splinching; but after what she had endured the past couple of days; a splinched limb or two was well worth the risk. She screwed her eyes shut tightly and filled her mind with the one person whom she wanted to see more than anything.
'Ron,'
Her body spun, it felt as if she was being pulled through a tiny keyhole limb by limb. Her mind screamed in protest as her body was tossed around a tornado, every inch of her skin burned like she was thrown into a fire.
Then everything went black…
TBC!
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I didn't mean for this chapter to be so long but I hope it was decent enough. R&R please! Reviews are love! (All grammatical errors are caused because this is 6 pages long and I don't wanna read over it again.)
Nicole
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