Chapter 11
Blood is Shed, To Death she's Led
Hermione awoke in a damp, dark room, her arms were tied together behind her back and she was crumpled in the corner of an invisible chamber. She could see through the walls, a black table, with a silver chair next to it, a small candle had been lit but barely enough light made the room even half visible. She got up hesitantly, her back was sore, and her neck felt like somebody had bent it back too many times.
"Ahh, I see you have awoken, welcome, to my home." A cruel, cold voice that could only be Luscious said. He had apparated in the room; he leaned on the invisible wall.
"Eximo!" Luscious muttered under his breathe, his wand pointed at the "wall", Hermione almost fell over, the barrier had disappeared. Luscious grabbed her wrist and shoved her to him, their nose's inches apart.
"Let me go!" Hermione growled between clenched teeth.
"Never talk to me unless spoken to mud blood!" Luscious snarled, turning his back to her, throwing her wrist away.
"I'll talk when I want!" Hermione yelled.
"Why you filthy-!" He stopped mid-sentence. He turned around, and pointed his wand at her, he mumbled a spell and blood began to spew out her mouth, she tried to stop, but the blood seemed to just cascade out of her, soon so much blood had left her body, she was very pale and pretty soon she toppled over.