Prompt: Taken
Pairing: Rabastan/Hermione
Warnings: Coarse Language and a hint of BDSM/Torture.

Thanks goes to, my friend, Roadkill2580 for beta reading!

Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.

The door shut behind her while she was forced into the room only lit with candles, the light bouncing off the many contraptions that spoke of pain for those trapped by them. Hermione felt her stomach clench at the sight before whirling around, her brain already thinking of ways to get out.

"Now, let's start. Perhaps with... So, you still wish to fight?"

"Let me go right this instant."

A laugh came from the man, the Death Eater and now her captor. This was a man who killed and tortured without hesitation. Not just with magic it seemed. "What makes you think I'll follow your command?"

"What makes you think I'll obey what yousay?"

"I have ways to make sure that you will," he seemed to purr in the thought of using the control curse upon her.

Hermione clenched her teeth while glaring at him. "You're a sick man. Even more of a coward to use magic when I'm disarmed and can't defend myself." She saw his jaw move and that made her lips twitch, wanting to smile. This one didn't like to be called a coward.

"Very well then. I always wanted more of a challenge. No wands." He tossed his to the far corner near the door. "No magic."

"That goes for wandless magic as well."

A chuckle came from Rabastan. "Clever thinking. Now, let's get started." He walked towards her. No, it was more like a prowl, like a predator not even bothering to crouch down to kill its prey. Instead, it would use its solid appearance of strength to make the prey back down.

Only Hermione wasn't one to do so. "How about a bargain? I get myself to the door and you let me free and will not capture me again."

"If not?"

Oh, she would humor him. "I'm sure you know what will happen."

A dark smile appeared on his lips, "Yes. Quite right. Hm, but will I accept such a thing? And... how would you plan to escape?"

"Only one way to find out."

"What a clever and manipulating witch you are."

"I learn from the best," she hissed. "Do you agree?"

"Haha! Do I? Either way, you won't get out."

"Watch me." Hermione made way to the other side of one contraption and to another, Rabastan in tow after her.

"Come now, this is no time for games," he hissed.

"Didn't you wish for a challenge?" She walked around the other side of the table as he went after her.

"Challenge, yes, games, no."

"It's the same since games are used as challenges." Just a bit more distraction and she could dash onward to the door. However, Rabastan had longer legs and made her move behind another contraption that was quite small.

Bugger. He was pretty good at this and she had to remind herself why. Of course he is, he probably did this a lot with others.

"I grow tired of this," he said while pushing the contraption to the side and grabbed her. Hermione's brain worked immediately and she grabbed him by the crotch. Hard. Rabastan hissed in a breath, Hermione shoved him back with all her strength could muster with her hand still on his crotch and ran for the door.

"Oh no you don't," he muttered dangerously and accio'ed his wand, immediately casting the Imperius Curse on her.

"We had a-"

"Witch, don't you forget that I'm not a honorable wizard. I'm a Death Eater and given that hell of a chase, and that dirty grab might I add, I'm going to make you scream until you can't talk. I'm going to make you so sore, you won't be able to sit down without wincing in pain. I'm going to make you wishthat you have never fooled with me."

Hermione suddenly wished she had taken her Time Turner with her.