A/N: Okay, I'm getting this up now because I won't have time in the next couple of days. Too be quite honest, I did not reread through this so before hand I will apologize for my mistakes. It's 1 a.m here and I really wanted to post. I know: I'm insane. All the same, I hope you enjoy and don't disown me for this. I think it's absolutely horrible...-sigh-

WARNING! STRONG VIOLENCE, ATTEMPTED SPOUSAL RAPE, AND ATROCIOUS LANGUAGE.

(JUST PICKS UP WITH A BIT OF THE LAST "CHAPTER" REPEATED. SORRY)

It was New Years Eve. Bella had spent the morning in bed, sipping gingerbeer and only vomiting a few times. She felt much better today than she had in days and was looking forward to that night. Rab was off securing their plans for that night. It was all supposed to be a surprise, but Cissy had let it slip in one of her letters what he was planning. It wasn't anything too extravagant, but Bella was looking forward to it. Apparently, they were going out to dinner (in Paris; so that they wouldn't be caught) and then watching the fireworks later on that night.

Cissy wasn't going to be with them. It had been difficult to say 'no' to her sister, but Bella had done it. She didn't want her baby sister getting in trouble again. Cissy hadn't taken the news well, but accepted it and was spending the evening at the Malfoy manor for dinner and a party.

Bella had just gotten out of the shower when she heard a noise coming from the front of the apartment. She paused in the doorway, but didn't hear anything else, so she walked to the bedroom. She closed the door and began to fish out something to lounge around the house in until later that day. Simply because she missed him, Bella pulled on one of Rabastan's pajama shirts, which came to her knees; a quick wave of her wand and her hair was dry.

She walked down to the kitchen and poured herself another glass of gingerbeer (just in case), then made some toast, unwilling to chance another stomachache; her health had to be perfect for tonight. When she turned around to place her glasses on the table, she saw him-standing there, a smirk on his face. The glass slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor, sending chards in all directions; her feet now covered in liquid.

Rodolphus gave a laugh, his dark eyes meeting hers. "Happy New Years, Bella," he said as he advanced toward her.

Bella glanced down at the floor and then jumped off to the side, careful to avoid the broken glass. She looked back up at Rod, her heart beating in her chest. "What are you doing here?" she asked in a low voice as she rounded the table, backing away and into the living room.

Rod was walking around the other side of the table and the pieces of glass crunched under his shoes. "Happy to see me?" he asked with a smile.

Bella scoffed. Where was Rabastan; more importantly how did Rod know where she was? "Not exactly my choice of words," Bella replied nonchalantly trying to hide her fear as she backed into the coffee table knocking her calf into it; a stab of pain flared through her leg, but she pushed it off.

Anger flashed over Rod's face and he took the plate she had placed on the counter moments before and threw it on the floor. "Don't play games with me, Bella."

"Who's playing?" she retorted with a small smirk as her eyes darted around the room searching for her wand. Where had she put it?

He continued to pursue her, stepping over the smashed plate he had just thrown and walking into the living room, coming to stand in front of the coffee table.

Bella hurried around it trying to place as many things in between them as she could, hoping to stave him off for a few more moments; searching for her wand.

He raised his eyebrows and stalked towards her. "Tell you what's going to happen," he said, his eyes full of anger. "Listen up. You're going to be a good wife, pack your things and come home today, with me. You'll call this… affair off with my brother and we'll forget this entire mess ever happened. Got it?"

Bella glared into his eyes, her black eyes shining with hatred. "No," she stated flatly; her eyes continuing to dart around the room.

"See, now I know I didn't hear you right, Bella. I thought that you said no, but my wife does not refuse me."

"Well, when I see your wife I make sure to tell her that."

Rod grinned wide, laughing sadistically as he continued pursuit. "You know how much that ferocity of yours turns me on, Trix; maybe after we get home, you can treat me as well as you've been "treating" my brother—that's how you've gotten him to agree to this charade haven't you: By sleeping with him?"

Bella continued to back away from him, heading in the direction of the bedroom; she had remembered setting her wand down on the dresser, now all she need to do was get to it. "Fuck you."

"Ah, Bella..." He hissed, ready to strike. "You will."

"You're an arse, always have been. I will never touch you willingly again."

"You're my wife, Bella—I don't need permission to touch you. You're mine."

"I belong to no one."

Rod laughed once more. "You can be such a silly little girl at times can't you? I should've known you'd be trouble when I married you. I didn't even have to put a ring on your finger to get you to fuck me. Sad, isn't it—neither did my brother, come to think of it? Where is my brother, speaking of him?"

Bellatrix rolled her eyes in rebuttal, not willing to play his games. "How did you even find me?" she asked desperately seeking to give him a distraction and cutting through his attempt at mind games.

"Ah, always over eager, aren't we Bella?" He asked her tauntingly.

"Some more than others, Rod. You would know more than I do; the only time I ever got off with you is if I did it myself." She smirked back, raising an eyebrow waiting for his rebuttal.

Rod did not say anything; an angry scowl began to contort his features. He seemed to be in deep thought.

"Why don't you just leave!" Bella demanded her voice raising a few octaves. "I don't want you here and I'm not leaving with you. I don't even know how you knew where I was."

Suddenly, two manila colored envelopes landed at her feet. Bella immediately recognized the hand writing: hers; they were the letters that she has sent Cissy.

"How did you—where did you? Is Cissy okay?" Bella cried out bending over to pick up the envelopes. "What did you do to my sister?"

"The little bitch is just fine; not too bright, but fine!"

"Don't call my sister—"

"Are you really fucking him?" Rod caught her off guard, his voice serious; the teasing tone gone. He didn't want to believe that she was with his brother now; that his Bella was being touched by another.

A grin struck Bella's face as she listened to him. "Yes." One word; one syllable—she smirked, holding the letters in hand, she folded her arms. "We've been sleeping together ever since our anniversary; the night you spent with the red head—your whore."

Rod just stared at her, as if his mind was processing something.

"Something wrong, Rod?" Bella sneered; she was thrilled by contemplative look on his face. "I told you: we are over. I don't love you. I love Rabastan; plain and simple."

"In our bed?"

"On our couch. Why do you even want to know? Would you like every miniscule detail about how he touches me—where he touches me?"

"Shut up, Bella. Get your things we're leaving."

"I said no. You asked, Rod. I'm only acknowledging your wishes and abiding by them. You wanted the truth. Are you afraid to hear it now?"

"I said SHUT UP!" He barked kicking the table that resided in between them and tipping it over. Bella backed away from the table taking a step back towards the wall. Her mind was no longer worried about her wand; she was too preoccupied with the look of pain that seem to have dashed over Rod's face.

"Angry, aren't we? Oh, Rod. You've always had a larger temper than Rabastan; too bad other things aren't as large as his..." Her gaze averted down towards Rod's midsection, grinning. "The truth is a bitch. Isn't it?"

Jumping over the turned over table, Rodolphus lunged at her, catching her across the face with his closed hand and sending her tumbling towards the ground; the letters flew from her grip.

Bella was to slow to react as she felt her body collide with the floor.

Not again, she thought as could feel the stinging imprint of his hand.

Scurrying to her knees, she tried to dodge away from Rod's oncoming hands, but was to slow as she felt her body being jerked backwards: Rodolphus had yanked her up by her hair and was pulling on it with all of his strength; a dribble of blood ran from Bella's nose as she reached up to remove his hands, but he was too strong for her.

"Let me go!" she cried out in pain feeling her hair pull from its scalp as he half walked, half dragged- her across the floor, away from the bedroom—where her wand was.

"My brother, Bella, my fucking brother? You could've slept with anyone you pleased to get back at me, but you sleep with my brother! You whore. I will make sure he never touches you—no one—ever touches you again." Rodolphus was screeching at the top of his lungs as he continued to drag her in the direction of the front door.

Her heart thumped in her chest as she searched for a way to make him let her go; her head ready to split in half as she tried to stand but couldn't.

"Let me go, Rod! You're hurting me!" her voice pleaded as they reached the couch and Bella grabbed onto it trying to force him to stop.

"Let you go? Fine!" he sneered pulling back on her hair, a yelp of pain escaping her lips, and then throwing her, hard. She tumbled forward landing on her back, roughly, slamming her head against the floor; her nose continued to bleed. Tears began to pool in her eyes. She laid there a moment, everything going out of focus, her eyes blurry. She needed to get her wand.

"After everything I've done for you, everything Bellatrix. I even married you when you were far from pure; even after what the blood traitor sister of yours did. All I ever wanted was for you to stay in your place..." He trailed off ignoring her groans of pain as he began to pace the living room of the apartment, contemplating his next move.

"Bastard..." Bella hissed trying to summon her remaining strength, still feeling like hell. "I don't love you...never have...I love Rabastan..." she called out turning on her side and crawling towards the bedroom with as much speed she could muster; she was almost there when she felt a large stab of pain to her abdomen. She looked up just in time to see another kick connect with her midsection; she could feel something crack. The second blow rendered her all but helpless as she immediately doubled over; she could feel the metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

"I don't know what to do with you, Bella...I'm at a lost." He screamed at her, his face bright red as he bent over her, pulling her hair away from her face to look into her eyes.

"I hate you." She spat at him, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her down.

He bent in closer, grabbing her up by the collar of the pajama shirt and pulling her face to his; forcing his lips to hers. Bella reacted by reaching an arm out and clawing her nails across his face, digging them in deep, catching his eyes as he screamed, backing away from her long enough for her to roll back onto her stomach, which ached with every move she made; she could feel something liquid run down her legs.

She had to get to her wand; if only she could get to her feet. The side of her face was swelling too; she could feel it as she inched into the bedroom, reaching for the bed post to pull herself up. Slowly she reached the bedpost, she wrapped a shaky arm around it and pulled for dear life; now all she had to do was turn around and reach her wand. She turned to the dresser, but as she did so Rodolphus stormed into the room, slamming the bedroom door, his face bleeding and his eye turning purple.

"I'm going to kill you." He quipped, now having his wand pointed at her.

Bella breathed in deep: a deer caught in the headlights that could barely stand. She looked down at her legs to see a small trickle of blood, not knowing where it came from, but the sharp pain in her stomach led her to believe that it had something to do with that. Stupid she called herself as she reached for her wand. Bella had grown so accustom to being safe, being carefree that she often lost the purpose of having your wand with you for defense. Now she needed it.

"Don't. Don't touch it." Rod sneered advancing on her with his wand aimed at her heart. "Where's your dear Rabastan now? Nowhere to be found is he? I guess the only thing he wanted from you was a nice blowjob then?"

"Accio wand!" Bella called out, as he wand lifted off the dresser into the air and towards her. She reached out to grab it, but was stopped by the sharp pain in her side: he had broken her ribs. Her wand fell to the floor as she curled over, falling down onto the bed. Rodolphus walked towards her, kicking her wand aside as she lay, crumpled over on the edge of the bed.

"I hate you." The defiance of her voice spoke to him as she turned away from his gaze.

"Is this where you slept with him? This bed: the bed that my family's money paid for. Huh, Bellatrix, you fucking whore?"

"Hate...you..." she was spitting up blood again as she tried to turn from him. Rodolphus reached down, grabbing her wrist and turned her over; forcing her to look at him. Bella struggled under his weight, now crying and screaming, both at the same time.

"All I wanted was for you to be a good wife: have my children, raise a family, and tend to me as a wife needs too. So what I have a mistress? Bella, your father has one too and so does any respectable pureblood man. You cheated on me with my brother. You're a whore, Bellatrix, a sex crazed whore.

"Get off of me!" Bella yelled, trying to free her arms, but his weight was too much.

"Maybe I should give you what you want. Show you who is bigger...is that what you want, Bella?"

She coughed again, spitting blood into his face. "I will never let you touch me again..." Her eyes blurred over, her body was ready to pass out.

He wiped her saliva blood mixture from his face. "I don't have to tell you again, do I? You are MY wife, mine. My brother doesn't get to fuck you and then you deny your husband. Apparently you wearing my ring does nothing to show who you belong to? Maybe if I brand you here, on his bed, he'll learn."

Bella stopped fidgeting, stopped screaming, and looked into Rodolphus's face, seeing a man she loathed beyond belief, "So that's your deal then; you're going to rape me."

"I can't stress it much more, Bellatrix; you can't rape your wife." He sneered as he wiped at his eye feeling blood on his fingertips.

Silent tears slipped down her eyes and she began to wriggle underneath him, again. Each time she moved a stab of pain would reverberate through her body, her vision was still blurry, and she was sure that she was bleeding from more than her mouth.

Rod grabbed her wrists with his right hand, pressing them hard into the bed as he forced a knee in between her legs; the bed creaked underneath their weight. He pulled at pajama shirt with his left hand, ripping it as he did.

"I said no!" She screamed as she flailed wildly, his hand now on her bare stomach, reached for her breasts.

He shut her up by forcing his mouth down against her as he took his right hand and pulled on his belt buckle.

"Get off!" She screamed into the most revolting kiss she had ever experienced in her life.

Rod's rebuttal was to stick his tongue into her throat, catching her off guard. Bella responded by biting down hard, drawing blood. Rod reeled back dropping her hands and both of his flew to his mouth.

"You bit me; you bitch!" He caught her with an open hand hard across the face.

"Leave me alone." Bellatrix cried, too weak to move. "I hate you..."

Without warning, the bedroom door banged open, Bella turned her head in time to see Rabastan in the doorway; a blast of red light filled the room and everything went dark.