Hermione awoke in the darkness, praying that it had all been a bad dream, but the feeling of cold cement on her naked body, and the excruciating pain in her asshole and vagina told her otherwise.

Sitting up against the wall, Hermione began to cry again, knowing that her torment was just beginning. "No," she said aloud to herself, they will come for me. The Order will come and rescue me from these monsters." But what if they don't? she thought. At the thought of never being rescued from here, and the endless tortures the Death Eaters would bring down on her, she bit her lip as more tears ran down her face.

Shivering from the cold, she noticed her tattered white bra and panties lying on the floor across the room. Unable to stand up from the pain in her body, Hermione crawled over to them and put them on, curling up in a ball to try and stay warm; and once again fell into the blissful oblivion of sleep, whimpering quietly and hoping someone was looking for her...

Hermione awoke with a start as the door to the chamber banged open. Looking up, she saw...Ron and Harry walking into the room! She wanted to get up and run over to them, jump into their protective arms, but she still couldn't get up. Smiling at them, relief washed through her, she was saved! She wouldn't have to endure any more torment! There was movement behind them however, as Snape and Lucius Malfoy walked into the room; "NO! Look out Harry! They're right behind you!!" Hermione yelled. Strangely though, Harry and Ron just continued to walk toward her. what's going on?? She thought frantically; something was wrong here...

Ron then suddenly let out a cackling laugh. Not his usual oafish laugh that she loved, but a cold, high-pitched crazed one. Her hopeful face immediately changed to a look of pure terror, as Harry and Ron's bodies began to shift, Ron's hair became long black and coarse his face becoming that of a pale woman, and Harry grew taller and broader, his face becoming scarred and twisted.

Hermione was too terrified to speak, as instead of her friends and saviors, before her stood Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange, with Malfoy and Snape close behind. Bellatrix let out another maniacal laugh, staring at Hermione on her knees in front of her.
"Stupid girl. You actually thought you were being rescued?! As if that will ever happen! You should have seen your face though...HAHAHHAHAHA!"
Hermione's eyes filled with fresh tears as Bellatrix said this. It had been bad enough the night before...but Bellatrix Lestrange was practically a legend herself when it came to cruelty.

"Wh...What do you w-want?" Hermione whimpered, fearing the worst. A swift slap to the face sent her off her knees onto her side, too weak to even resist a slap; crying quietly again.
"YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME FILTHY MUDBLOOD?!" screeched Bellatrix, delivering a kick to Hermione's side with her boot, getting another yelp of pain from the poor girl.

Lucius stepped forward, placing a hand on Bellatrix's shoulder. "Not yet. We don't want her destroyed before we bring her before him." Looking down at Hermione with disgust, he told her,

"The Dark Lord is still deciding what to do with you. So for now he has decided you will be the Death Eater toy; to do with you as we wish. However, Bella missed last night's...festivities, and he wants to see what she can do to you."

Malfoy snapped his fingers, and in walked Crabbe and Goyle. They leered at Hermione, who tried to crawl back away from them. They chuckled, and each grabbed one of her arms, yanking her forward and dragging her to the door. Hermione's bare feet dragged behind her and her knees scraped across the hard floor as the group of Death Eaters brought her to another dungeon-like room, where Lord Voldemort and a few hooded Death Eaters waited.