Saving Racheal
Summary: Spoilers 4 HBP! Death Eaters consider women to be property and for their and their mates pleasure. They're someone you can take your anger out on and use in any way they want.
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Chapter 3 Talking
Severus turned to look at the girl who sat on the couch, staring at the floor. "Exactly how old are you?" He asked her.
The girl looked up at him square in the eyes and spoke with anger, "What the fuck do you care! Your just going to rape and abuse me! Treat me like crap! Try to break my spirit!"
Severus looked at the girl his cold eyes softening. "Please don't yell. Speak civilly."
"Why!" Racheal said standing up to face Snape. She was a head shorter than him at her full height. "I'm not a person who needs to talk civilly! I'm a piece of fucking property!"
"If you will stop yelling for a moment I will explain-"
"Explain what? How your going to treat me and what you expect from me! Well I'm telling you that I'm not going to be treated like shit and there will be no sex!" Racheal looked enraged.
"You will not be the one giving orders!" Snape yelled losing his temper.
"What are you going to do to me, huh? Beat me until I lose my spirit! To bad that I'll always have my free spirit even if I am locked up here!"
"I'm not going to try to break your damn spirit!" Snape yelled back at the girl.
"What?" Racheal said taken back. She had not expected to hear that.
"If you would listen rather than yell maybe you would understand better!" Snape said trying to regain his lost temper.
"Fine then explain." Racheal said sitting back down though she wasn't really interested at what he had to say.
"I'm not like the rest of those people, if you could call them that. I happen to have some compassion-"
"Oh really," Racheal interrupted.
"I will treat you with respect that I expect to be mutual. You will not be locked up in a room and used for sex. You are free to roam about the house and grounds but not to leave. You will not be touched in any way you don't want to be unlike the rest of those girls. Any questions?" Snape said.
"Why?" Racheal said confused.
"I haven't always made the best choices but if I can save one person from a terrible fate it would make me a better person."
"What about the rest of those people?" Racheal asked obviously disgusted.
"None of them are permitted to touch you in any way unless I say so. As a gift from the Dark Lord you are my property to either share with the others or keep for just me. I won't allow any of them to lay a hand on you not even the Dark Lord will without my consent." Snape said looking down at the girl.
"Will I have to be around any of them?" Racheal asked looking down at the floor.
"From time to time a meeting will be held here. If it is just the male death eaters then you don't have to be there but if the wives come along then you must be present.
"What did that man mean we he said 'the mark'?" Racheal said looking back up at Severus.
"The dark mark!" Snape said pulling up the sleeve of his black robes to show a serpent-tongued skull on his inner pale left forearm. "Will be put on you to make part of the group. It shows that you are part of us. Most women have the mark but do not actually participate with the group."
"What about the one woman that help capture me?"
"Bellatrix Lestrange is one of the only woman that actually is a real part of the group."
Just then Frannie walked in. "The bath is ready for mistress!" She said in her high pitched voice.
A/N: So it seems Snape is not all bad! Review!