To note: I am changing the direction of this story. I mean, I like where it is going but some people might not like the violence. Also, I had a really large fight with someone close to me today and so a lot of anger and angst went into the installment. For that I apologize. Thanks to all who review and read

Bellatrix was awakened by the feeling of cold stone against her back. She lifted her aching head and fluttered her eyes, trying to make sense of her new position. She could feel her arms chained to the wall, and she was hanging from shackles. Bellatrix didn't even try to pull that them, knowing it was useless. Instead she took the time to look around at where she was.

The room was large but empty. Bellatrix could tell it was inside Malfoy Manor just by the colors and absolute lack of warmth in the air. Well, you are nothing if not predictable My Lord, Bellatrix thought to herself.

"I prefer to think of it as practical, Bella" someone hissed by her ear.

Bellatrix twisted her neck away from the voice, but she couldn't escape it.

Slowly a black cloud appeared before her and began to take the shape of Lord Voldemort. "I'm a little disappointed, Bella. I thought you would certainly have put up a little more of a fight!"

He lashed forwards and yanked up her sleeve to see the pulsing black mark. Even Bellatrix was shocked to see how far the black veins along her arm had spread. Voldemort pulled her arm up to his face, smelled it, and then drew his tongue from her wrist to elbow.

Bellatrix cringed and tried to pull away to no avail.

The Dark Lord pulled up and stared at her calculatingly. "Something has changed, Bella. You are not the same. Where is my loyal servant? Surely you were not lying to me when you said you were willing to die for the cause. Surely my pet has not abandoned me…"

He pulled closer and whispered harshly in her ear, "I made you and can break you just as easily!"

Bellatrix turned her head and a single tear slipped down her face.

"ANSWER ME!" Voldemort thundered.

"No, my Lord. I have not changed. I am your ever-loyal servant." Bellatrix choked out.

"But here is the sad thing, pet." Voldemort mused, "I don't believe you."

Bellatrix took a steeling breath. For Hermione. He won't come looking for her if he doesn't know.

"..prove it." Voldemort finished.

Bellatrix looked up, confused. "Prove what, my lord?"

"Prove you are unchanged! Prove you are the most loyal servant to me. NOW!" Voldemort shouted.

Bellatrix felt an unexpected blast of cold air as her clothes were banished off of her body. "No, my lord! Please!" She shrieked.

Voldemort advanced slowly, laughing softly. "Oh, I won't do it right away. Have to wait until you are good and ready, now don't we. I won't make it that easy on you."

Bellatrix's eyes followed his every move, wide and panicked. She saw as he slowly reached into the pockets of his robes and pulled out his wand. She watched as he swirled it in complicated motions, leaving a trail of glittering black sparks wherever it passed. He finished the spell and then strode out of the room.

Bellatrix began to feel a slow burn in her stomach, and she squeezed her thighs together to try and relieve some of the tension. This is not happening she said to herself I am not here.

The minutes ticked by, each one seeing Bella get worse and worse. Her body would vibrate occasionally with tremors that would last for what seemed like forever. He long, thick hair stuck to the nape of her neck and her breathing was hitched.

After what seemed like a century, Voldemort reentered wearing nothing but a loose silk robe. "Are you ready to prove your loyalty, my pet?" He asked.

Bellatrix lifted hooded eyes and bit back a moan. The tremors were coming harder and faster and she couldn't stand it.

Voldemort smiled knowingly and slid his robe to the floor. He crossed the room in one stride and forced inside her in seconds. Bellatrix cried out and bit his shoulder in pain at the sudden intrusion.

"What's wrong Bella? I thought you liked it rough. Haven't gone soft on me, have you?" Voldemort taunted.

"No My Lord" Gritted Bellatrix. She could feel the tears burning in the back of her eyes, but she willed herself to hold them back.

Voldemort began thrusting into her violently, slamming the back of her head against the stone wall with every push, gasping in her ear.

Bellatrix let her eyes glaze over and felt herself going into an almost trancelike state. She was almost completely relieved of thought when she felt the fire in her stomach almost triple. She cried out, on the border between perfect pleasure and incomprehensible pain.

"We can't have you checking out. This is your punishment." Voldemort cackled. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Bellatrix could not even force her mouth to work and respond. The fire inside her was burning at an insane rate and it was all she could do to force her hips to not meet his thrust for thrust.

Voldemort saw her struggle and grinned, "Don't fight it Bella. You won't win." He reached up a hand and scratched his nails down her arms, leaving long red stripes.

"Aaaaaaaaah," Bellatrix moaned. Her hips jerked forwards and she felt him hit that familiar spot that had been untouched for so long.

"No!" Her eyes jerked open. She stretched out her hands and clawed the stone walls behind her. "No!" She gasped.

Voldemort slowed and stared at her. She looked right back with heavy eyelids. "I won't, My Lord." She sighed, her breathing labored.

Voldemort pulled out and looked her up and down. "I know what to do with you." He said, "You will lose and I will win."

He crossed the room, picked up his robe, and put it on. Then he summoned a chair and sat down in it. He had still not removed the spell on Bellatrix, and watched as she flexed her legs to keep concentrating. Slowly, Voldemort raised his fingers to his temples and closed his eyes.

Bellatrix felt the mental assault almost immediately. "Nooo!" She cried, flailing against the manacles. But it was no use. Voldemort found the memories he was searching for in only a matter of time.

The memories were Hermione, laughing and smiling, cooking dinner and putting her to bed. Voldemort unearthed these memories and played them over and over in her mind as large and loud as he could.

The memories and the spell were altogether too much for Bellatrix, and she began to lose the minute amount of self control she had possessed. Slowly, she began to grind her hips against the wall behind her, moaning.

Hermione laughing, shudder. Hermione blushing, twitch. Bellatrix was unraveling before him and the Dark Lord was loving it. He sat back in his seat and watched his former disciple suffer.

"Uuuuung," Bellatrix groaned. "Nooo…." She protested as her body was seized with another tremor, this one bigger than the last.

She clung to consciousness, her entire body trembling. I won't, I can't! She thought.

She could feel the tension building and building as she lost the ability to resist- to even think. She finally fell apart completely with a loud wail of, "Nooooooo!"

Lord Voldemort stood and crossed to the limp woman chained to the wall. He lifted her chin and stared at her slack face. "I'll find her." He said. "Just you wait."

Then he left, leaving Bellatrix naked against the wall.