The next few days passed in much the same fashion, Viktor stopped by first thing every morning and gave her a measly breakfast, and some form of scrap of clothing, all of which ended up under her bed, it was a wonder no one came to collect them, she had even put some away in the wardrobe, slowly forming a plan together in her head, no one seemed to think about where the clothes went, but she was beginning to be punished for not wearing them.
The first time had been yesterday, Alexei had come by the room, simply stating "Vong clothes, bad vitch" and whipping her hard across her bottom and legs, before he too climbed on top of her, fondling awkwardly with her breasts, covering her in saliva which made her want to gag, he was probably the worst, he would come in stinking like he had never heard of a shower, or toothpaste, he was much rougher than the others, and yesterday had been no exception, he left her bloodied and bruised, and with no one to heal her injuries she was sure they would get infected, she had not been able to have a shower, but had been given a bucket in which to use as a toilet, it made everything just that much more humiliating.
Today she had an unexpected visitor, if you could call him that, Viktor had come in earlier and forced her into a cleaner dress, which was slightly more modest than the others, but really it barely covered her arse and was all lace. Her visitor was none other than Igor Kakaroff, he had come into the room, took a pitying look at Hermione, but said nothing about her state.
He began telling Hermione what was happening, "I am sure you are vondering vot is happening, ve are simple following the orders of our Dark Lord, ve haff been told to capture you Miss Granger" he began, with a smug look on his face. Hermione was so enraged she wanted to throttle the man, and she tried, but her exhaustion made her slow and without a wand she was no match for the elder wizard.
He looked at her in disdain "you should be grateful little girl, that he has taken such… interest in a filthy mudblood like you, had your little Potter friend not escaped his clutches you vould be dead by now"
Hermione gave him her best scathing look "Because being locked in a tower and raped is something to be grateful for" she scoffed out loud. Kakaroff it seemed disagreed, he hit her with a strong cruciatus curse, but lifted it after a few seconds, thought it felt much longer to Hermione, she screamed out in pain as the spell rippled through her body, and even more tears sprung to her eyes.
"Be good and you vill be rewarded, you vill be viktors vife, continue how you are and you vill be as good as dead." He said, "I know I would enjoy you little girl" he continued "the team vill be away for the next day, and you shall be mine for the time" he finished smiling cruelly, before he also left the room, locking the doors behind him. Hermione realised at this point, that they always left the door unlocked while someone was in the room with her, this bit of information bought a small smile to her face as her escape plan came a little clearer.
Hermione was then left for the rest of the day on her own, she sat and stared out of her window, tears threatening to run down her face, all she wanted was to go home, to be with her parents and her friends, she wished she had never come here, the thoughts of just jumping from the window were becoming more and more appealing each day. She wondered how many days had actually passed since she left home, she wondered if her friends and family knew she was missing yet. She hoped someone would realise soon and save her from this prison, she did not want to be the wife of anyone, she did not want to be a bargaining chip for Voldemort.
But we can't all have what we want, Hermione thought bitterly, she could not believe that the whole Bulgarian Quidditch team was in cahoots with Voldemort, and she couldn't believe she had fallen into their trap. Sleep soon found Hermione, her sleep was riddled with nightmares, where she was continuously cursed, beaten, raped and controlled.
She awoke later, not knowing how much time had passed, but the fact that there was no food left did not go unnoticed, her stomach rumbled and ached, she was dizzy from a lack of food, stumbling over to her bucket, she heaved to try and get rid of the sick feeling in her stomach, but nothing would come up. She felt hot, and sick and very hungry. She made her way to the mirror, noticing how she looked nothing like her old self.
She had never been fat or overweight, but now she just looked like skin and bones, her skin had no shine to it, it just looked as though it were hollow and lifeless, her hair hung loosely around her face, knotted and messy, she almost laughed at how she reminded herself of Bellatrix Lestrange at that moment, she felt the need to cackle out in hallow laughter as the aforementioned witch was known to do.
Hermione then made her way over to the wardrobe where she had been storing her 'clothes' she had been planning on tying them together and climbing down the tower, almost like in her favourite fairy tale, Rapunzel, only it was clothes and not hair used to let people up and down, she laughed at the irony, princesses seemed to be locked in towers all the time, and here she was, locked in a tower, but treated like dirt, used for the means of men.
The sounds of footsteps rushing up the stairs bought Hermione out of her mindless pondering, she heard the door to her room once again being unlocked, turning to face whomever was coming into the room, she was shocked to find it was the entire team, all with seedy looks in their eyes, Clara stared into her eyes, as if trying to convey some sort of message, but Hermione did not care to analyse further and find out what, not that she had time to anyway, a flash of light propelled towards her from Pyotr's wand, she didn't even hear an incantation verbalised.
As Hermione fell back onto the hard floor, she knew it was the petrificus totalus charm. Unable to close her eyes she watched as the men closed in on her in a circle, pulling down their trousers, one by one. She tried and tried not to look, but there was nothing she could do, she could feel tears forming in her eyes again, but she had no way to push them out, the team began rubbing themselves off, staring at her as if she were a piece of meat.
Hermione was disgusted, she couldn't move a muscle, and had to watch silently as one by one the Bulgarian team covered her in them cum, devilish looks in their eyes, she looked at the face of Viktor, who she had thought would be a great friend, to find him smiling, obviously happy with himself, it was sickening. A couple of the team members spat on her, and Ivan gave her a hard, swift kick to the ribs, before they too left the room, leaving only Hermione and Clara left behind.
Clara moved slowly, closing the door behind the rest of her team, and removing the charm from Hermione, but Hermione didn't move, really, there was no point, she had no dignity left. Clara pulled out a clean bucket, filled with warm soapy water, took off what little clothing Hermione was wearing and washed her clean. Hermione sat there, numb. Moving only fractionally as her chest rose and fell with her short breaths.
"Ve leave in an hour" Clara said, "You vill be given food then" and she too left. Hermione still did not move, and an hour later when Clara bought in her food, she was still lying on the floor. Shaking her head, Clara set the tray of food on the bed, and left without another word, or a second glance.
I do apologise for the accents in this fic, I thought I would try, but the more I need to write from the Bulgarians speech the harder it is, I find myself trying not to use certain words while following the little I remember from the story of Viktors speech, but there's really not a lot to go on.. sorry!