AN: Hello everybody! So sorry for the late delay. So First Christie was sick, then her boyfriend got sick and went to the hospital (He is ok now) and then while I was away in Utah for SCUBA I got sick. Also I have finals next week and Christie is busy with finishing grading everything. So everybody is super busy and sick! Luckily this chapter finally got done. So hope you enjoy it!

Also thank you Creamsodafloat and starlitSKYx for the reviews! :) Also CSF, there is also the huge problem of him being a Death Eater and her being a Muggle, which those mix like equality and certain political parties.

JKR wrote the Harry Potter universe, I own nothing. No infringement intended.

I woke up screaming. Pavi was hover over me once again. As soon as I saw him, he was gone. It was the second month in the flat. I had made sure to keep track of the days-72 to be exact. A monotonous blur of dullness interspersed with short bits of terror. I knew that if I didn't get out of there soon, I would go crazy there. It wasn't that I hadn't tried escape, because I had; it actually didn't seem impossible. The easy part was the ruse to escape; the hard part was staying uncaught. I had had three failed attempts in the last two months. I would convince Karkaroff to take me out of the flat. There would be no way I could even try around the hawks that were Crouch and Antonin. Neither of them was stupid enough to let me out of their sight for even a minute outside. I had been caught all three times by either Karkaroff or Crouch. I would be walking around the corner and then I would walk right into them. I almost felt bad for Crouch, as he was the one to find me when Karkaroff lost me. Since I had been there, Crouch had insisted that I call him by his first name, Barty, so we would be more like friends. Barty wasn't bad being caught by; he would just shake his head and mutter something about me being a stupid Muggle. He seemed to find my escape attempts amusing. Karkaroff was less forgiving, and sometimes I feared he'd harm me. What I feared most was Antonin finding me when I escaped. I knew that Barty and Karkaroff had told him of my attempts but he would never bring it up. It was like when you were in a fight with somebody and they just got quiet. It was an eerie feeling not knowing what was coming. I always wondered if Antonin would lash out at me, luckily he hadn't. Speaking of them harming me, I still wondered why I was being "kept." At least I wasn't a sex slave, but it seemed difficult to believe that I wouldn't become one at some point.

Today Karkaroff was my keeper, so it was an ideal time to try again. Antonin was off again and wouldn't be back, so there would be no chance of him catching me. Only this time I would change up the routine and instead of running and hiding I would just start screaming, attracting a crowd. It would throw Karkaroff off a bit. If I could get somebody on the street to call an ambulance and take me to a hospital then maybe I would have my escape. There would at least be enough people around so that he couldn't apparate out of there.

"Can we please go out to some place for lunch? I am sick of eating Pavi's soups and sandwiches," I whined sweetly to Karkaroff. After spending some time around him I had found out that he did know English, but describing it as "poor at best" was a complement. Antonin and Karkaroff had both attended the Norwegian boarding school at the same time. They had only recently met up with Barty and their other friends. They all belonged to some gang that liked to kidnap girls and keeping them hostage to improve their vocabulary, not use for adult entertainment as one might expect.

"Fine" Karkaroff grunted in his thick accent. He got up and grabbed me roughly by the arm, quickly disapparating us. We landed in what looked like St. Petersburg. I could make out Saint Isaac's Cathedral from one of my history text books, the golden dome sparkling in the sunlight. I wished that we could go inside to see the paintings, but today I was on a mission to escape. Not stopping for me to catch my breath he dragged me out from the shadows and into a small café. He said something quickly in Russian to the lady behind the counter. After getting the food he brought me over to a table and ordered that I eat. He watched me intently while I ate.

After my lunch when we walked out I made my move. I quickly grabbed my side and started screaming. I once had had appendicitis, so faking it wasn't a problem. People stopped and looked over at us while Karkaroff tried to usher me out of the crowd and make a quick getaway. I fell to my knees so he would have a harder time dragging me. Not believing my rouse, he roughly grabbed my arm top hoist me up. I screamed and tried to pull away from him, but he just held tighter. With all the people in the square he would have his work cut out for him.

A crowd quickly gathered around us, which made any attempt to apparate futile. If I hadn't been committed to keeping in character as someone in pain I would have laughed at how hopeless Karkaroff's face looked. He was screwed and he knew it. There would be no way that he could get me out of there. A stern young woman in her mid-thirties with a tight bun stepped forward to help me. Karkaroff tried to shoo her away but she wouldn't have any of it. She helped me up, saying something that sounded like "Hospital" and helping me to a cab. Karkaroff tried to get into the cab with us, but the woman wouldn't let him. I assumed she must have been in some situation with a controlling guy, because she wouldn't let Karkaroff with us. She looked at him as if she knew somebody like him. I wondered at what had happened to convince her Karkaroff was a danger to me; I then noticed the ugly bruise that was forming on my arm. I looked up at her and smiled at her kindness. I noticed that she had on a name tag that read Olga.

Once at the hospital Olga hurried me inside. They got me into the emergency room where they started an examination, all babbling in medical Russian. Of course they couldn't find anything wrong, but decided to keep me for a bit to make sure. I hadn't seen Karkaroff since we got into the cab and was hopeful that he wouldn't find me.

After the doctors got settled in I tried to talk to them and tell them I was being kept hostage. As my luck would have it none of the staff spoke English, however. When they doctors finally decided to let me go, I walked out into the waiting room and was horrified and a bit embarrassed to find Barty and Antonin sitting there. Barty was leaning back in his chair, with the air of comfort, and had an amused look on his face. Our eyes met; I knew I had once again been busted. Antonin on the other hand was sitting forward on his chair elbows on his knees, looking anxious. He was intently examining the floor. Barty spoke first.

"Well Port, it looks as if you have had something wrong with your side, we heard from Karkaroff as soon as you were taken here. When we found out we were so worried about you." Barty spoke in an amused tone. Antonin almost jumped up and out of his chair at that, making me think that maybe he really had been worried.

"We came as soon as Karkaroff got to us. You gave us quite the scare. Seeing as how Karkaroff can never keep track of your wellbeing, he won't be watching you anymore." Barty continued. I mentally cursed myself at his words. In plain terms he was saying "No more running away". He added, "By the way, I have your family's permission for your release, seeing that you are feeling better. They also wish that you have a full recovery." Barty added with a smile. Antonin looked over at him confused. At least I wasn't the only one. I was rather confused by his words, I looked nothing like either of them and my family wouldn't have come over. Nonetheless, I was released into Antonin's custody from the hospital, and of course they took me back to the flat. Antonin retired to his bedroom, leaving me alone with Barty, who still seemed to find my escape amusing.

"So what are you guys going to do with me now?" I asked him. He looked at me confused for a second, as if I was speaking gibberish.

"Oh, I forgot." He said pulling out his wand. "Finite. Karkaroff decided that it would be best if people couldn't understand you. I'm rather impressed that he thought to do so."

"What are you guys going to do with me now?" I asked again. That explained why nobody could understand me.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, but you really did give Antonin a scare." He replied.

"Why does he care?" I inquired.

"I have no clue, it's odd. We're Death Eaters and our main goal is to kill and torture as many Muggles as possible, but with you he just can't bring himself to it…Or at least not without modifying your memory of it afterwards. I guess he likes that you have a thing for him and look so crushed when he curses you. It is entertaining I must say." He grimaces and I gasped at his words. So they were indeed going to hurt me and from the sounds of his words it sounded like they already had at some point. When was it and why couldn't I remember it? Was that how I got those bruises I couldn't account for?

"He always makes sure that your memory is sufficiently wiped so you won't hate him afterwards. If it were me you wouldn't need to have that happen. You wouldn't be sane enough to wipe your own arse afterwards." he added coldly. "Well, that's enough excitement for one night. Off to bed." He hopped up quickly. There was something really wrong with this man, I felt, not for the first time. He could act like my friend but yet at the same time he admitted that he wanted to kill me. I wondered if it was the same for Antonin. Did he only take me out to Paris for the thrill of having me like him and view him as a nice guy so that his torturing me would be sicker and in some way more satisfying? Was he only feigning interest and concern over my wellbeing? My worst fears had been confirmed. They were there to torture me, and if Barty was telling the truth, I already had been tortured. I felt sick. There was no way to escape them. I was going to be stuck here and tortured to death. I quietly got into bed to try to go to sleep, but with the new developments I just lay there, pondering my fate, trying possibilities over and over.

Sometime after midnight my door opened and Pavi came in. I just looked over at him. He hoped up and sat on my bed. I guess this must have been his nightly routine. He wasn't just watching me sleep because I was interesting; he was there to make sure I was OK. I was grateful for his guard that night. I wondered how much horrors the small creature next to me had seen in his lifetime.

AN: So this chapter is a bit darker than the rest, but if nothing bad ever happens how can something good happen? ;) Also as a person who has been in abusive situations, I would personally hate Portia if she did not try to escape or fight back. No matter what happens or what the threat is, freedom is always worth it. (Also when they give threats they are usually empty. So if you are or know somebody who is being abused make sure to get help and get yourself/them out of it. Deciding to do something to help is the toughest part.)

Thank you again for reading and reviewing! Hope you are enjoying this story! -A