Lacie could feel eyes on her as Scabior sat on the second log whilst Greyback took to stalking the perimeter of the camp.
"He seems more agitated than usual," Balfour commented, gesturing towards Greyback and then sniffing the air as Castor stirred whatever he was cooking in the pot.
"I wouldn't let 'im 'ave the snatch - he doesn't care that if he'd ripped into the guy, the rest of us wouldn't 'ave eaten," Lacie brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them to try and keep warm. She rubbed her arms, visibly shivering making Scabior glance down at her with a smirk.
"Just sit on the log, love," She hesitated before shakily pulling herself to her feet and sitting as far away as she could from Scabior making he and his men laugh lowly. "Don't be stupid," Scabior grabbed Lacie by the waist and pulled her into his lap causing her to squeak out in surprise. She went to get back up again but Scabior dug his fingers into her hips causing pain to shoot through her.
"Don't you dare move," he growled, suddenly the playful tone disappearing and she stilled, her breathing shallow. She couldn't help but wonder why Scabior was the leader, surely Greyback was the best hunter. She had heard of him from Harry and to be honest she was terrified to be in his presence more than any of the others.
Scabior could feel her trembling very slightly beneath his touch. Like before in Diagon Alley, he leant into her hair and inhaled. Lacie stiffened and shivered as he pushed her hair over one shoulder, revealing her neck. Terror shot through her as his lips ghosted over her skin only to suddenly pull back when Castor cleared his throat, nodding slightly to the two tin dishes he was holding out to them. She took one with shaking hands whilst Scabior grabbed his own. He shifted her to one knee and immediately dug in. Lacie looked down at the food and grimaced slightly - it had no immediately recognisable ingredients but it smelt like it could be barely edible.
"You'll get used to it," Balfour spoke when he noticed her eyeing the brown watery broth with lumps of what she could only guess were meat and vegetables.
"Yeah, it's nutritional, that's all that matters really," Castor commented as he sat on the log next to Scabior and Lacie, his own tin bowl in his hands. Lacie braced herself as she sipped a bit, almost gagging at the overpowering taste. She forced herself to carry on eating though, knowing that she would regret it when she was starving later on.
With a clatter Scabior threw his spoon and empty tin to the floor before yelling at Greyback to come over.
"Right, I wanna set summit straight," He started as Greyback stood behind Balfour, listening with a grunt. Lacie felt incredibly self-conscious and though she knew that they were all looking past her and at Scabior, she didn't like that she was still perched on his knee like some doll.
"I wanna make it clear that if any of you touch her in any way at all without my permission, you'll end up like Markus did, got it?" A few of them murmured a yes whilst Greyback just stared unnervingly at her making her feel incredibly vulnerable under his gaze.
"She'll be stayin' in my tent," He added and Lacie cringed as she heard one of his men snigger.
"And as for you," Scabior turned her slightly so that she could look at him whilst she was still sat on his knee, the closeness of it all scaring her, "if you ever try and run away love, you'll regret it." Lacie nodded before hastily turning back to the fire.
"Is that all Scabior?" One of his men asked and when he nodded Greyback stalked off again and Arsenius brought up something that had been playing on all of their minds.
"'Ow do you know Draco then?" Lacie looked up in surprise as he addressed her and she stumbled over her words slightly, hoping not to say the wrong thing.
"We're in the same year and house at Hogwarts."
"Oh yes! I'd forgotten about that poppet! We 'ave a little Slytherin with us, don't we," Scabior said with a grin, his fingers going back to her hips and gripping her again. "You don't seem like one though, you're just a bit too docile."
"I know," Lacie mumbled, thinking back to the years at Hogwarts that she'd spent alone because of how her house hadn't wanted anything to do with her.
"Must be more than that though. He wouldn't have paid that much otherwise," Castor commented, all of them looking at her curiously again.
"No, that's it," Lacie insisted, shaking her head slightly and taking to fiddling with her fingers. She didn't want to tell them as why did they need to know, but still, Lacie was curious herself as to why Draco tried to save her; though Lacie felt like she might've actually been safer at the ministry than with a bunch of murderous men and a werewolf.
"Who is standing watch tonight?" Scabior asked after he'd yawned and stood, his hands on Lacie's hips as he lifted her to her own feet with him.
"I will," Balfour spoke out and Scabior nodded before turning towards his tent, stopping when he realised Lacie wasn't following.
"Come on, girl," He uttered impatiently, resisting a smirk as Lacie's eyes widened slightly and she slowly walked after him, entering the tent behind him.
Lacie looked around herself, the tent was quaint and simple with a couple of trinkets here and there; it had been the snatcher's home for the past months.
"I don't believe you," Lacie turned and looked at Scabior who had pulled off his military style jacket and was starting to undo the buttons of his black shirt. Lacie looked away immediately, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Draco doesn't care about anyone but 'imself yet he was willing to pay to keep you from the ministry? It doesn't add up with what you say."
"He doesn't care about me," She said softly, jumping when she suddenly felt a calloused hand grip her shoulder, spinning her around to face him.
"Don't lie to me," He growled, stepping towards her until her back hit one of the large wooden posts that supported the tent. Her eyes widened, her body trembling. "Or am I going to 'ave to teach you that lesson?" Lacie shook her head quickly.
"I- uh- we- we were together - well we weren't but-" Lacie stumbled over her words not knowing what to say or how to explain it. Scabior's hand went to her throat pressing slightly as a warning for her to get her story straight, "We were together. But it was a bet. He used me and it was all a lie, everyone knew but me," She quickly squeaked out but Scabior carried on pressing into her throat anyway, cutting off her air supply, making her eyes widen further in panic. Lacie tried to scratch at his hand to pull it away but she wasn't strong enough as tears filled her eyes and started to roll down her cheeks. Scabior scoffed at her as he released her throat and watched as she slid down the post to the floor. She brought her hands up to her neck and coughed as she tried to get air back into her lungs.
"Sleep with me or on the floor, I don't care," Scabior spoke and walked away from her towards the simple double bed, undoing his plaid trousers as he went. Lacie didn't move, just held her knees to her chest and sobbed quietly, wishing that she could be back at home in the comfort of her own room.
"Suit yourself," Scabior climbed into his bed and pointed his wand at the one bulb that hung in the tent. "Nox."