Sometimes she would watch the other prisoners. Those who had given up on life. Those who had nothing left to do but stare, eyes blank, at the wall. Their mutterings irritated her. Their uselessness was infuriating.

What is left here for the Dark Lord to rescue?

There were fifteen or so Death Eaters in here - all useless. They had no will to live. A few had already died. The rest would soon follow. Bellatrix would be the only one left alive when the Dark Lord came for them.

If he even does come.

No! She mustn't think that. Of course he would come. Then they would come out of their reveries. They would go back to killing and conquering as if nothing had ever happened...

Oh, could she wait for that day.