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Hermione looked around at the men in the room, biting down on her lower lip as tears trailed down her face as she looked down at the concrete floor, watching her tears hit the cold, hard floor, landing in a small plop by her bare and dirty feet.

She shivered a little as the cold air hit her and then closed her eyes, trying her best to ignore any pain, cold... anything. She looked back up at them and sighed, the four men were talking amongst themselves. "He's going to be mad," She heard one of them say as he looked over at her, staring at the large bruise on her forehead and the deep gash on her cheek. She looked down at the floor, trying to listen to the constant muttering from the men; she had to know what was going to happen.

"Look, he wanted her and we got her, okay? We'll just tell him she's a little... feisty."

"Okay... who's going to take her to him?"

"I guess two of us will have to go, just in case she tries to fight us." She snapped her head up again, was she going to be moved? She wasn't sure she had heard right. Maybe someone would see her and call the Ministry, maybe she could run and apparate back to Ron. Maybe there was hope.

She cried out in pain when her arms were roughly grabbed and put behind her back, she winced when she felt metal cut into her wrist, the blood already hitting the surface and dripping down onto the floor. "Don't even think about trying anything, Princess." She shuddered at the familiar voice, his breath trailed down her cheek and then a light kiss was placed on her neck. She couldn't move – through fear more than anything – she couldn't believe this was happening to her. Surely someone would see her walking out of there, surely she could get away with escaping.

She finally moved when a gag was placed over her mouth, the man tightly tying it until she could taste blood in her mouth. She longed to scream out for someone to help her, but it was impossible now. She wanted to go home, she wanted Ron, she wanted his kisses. She wanted to feel safe again.

She looked up when a man yanked her out of the door, she looked around and realized – her heart dropping when she did – they were in the middle of nowhere.

"Now listen here and listen good," He spoke up, holding her close to him, "There are some rules – rules you have to obey. Got it?" She nodded hesitantly, she didn't want to live by someone else's rules, she wanted to get out of there.

"Now then, the man who bought you, in fact.. the man who requested you," He put an emphasis on the word 'requested' as though she should feel happy that somebody wanted her, and he gave her a small wink. "He's strict, you'll be severely punished if you step a foot out of line. He's not there to be nice, and he's not there to protect you, he's there so you can look after him. You're there to do whatever he wants and you're going to do it – okay?" Hermione nodded again, tears glazing over her eyes.

"He's paid a lot of money for you, and my boss doesn't let people down." He sighed and put a hand on her leg, grinning, "I know it's going to be hard but this is your life, and if you're good, he may let you go at some point." She nodded once more and wished she could speak, she had so many questions;

Why me?

For how long?

Where's Ron? Where's all my friends?

What did you do to Ron?

She sighed and then felt that familiar feeling of apparating, closing her eyes tight as she tries to think about a time she was happy, before the war, or even at times when she was with Ron, when he was holding her in his arms. She thought about that kiss they shared and she thought about the strange relationship they had before – friends or lovers; neither of them were sure. She tried to think about a time when this wasn't happening, a time when she wasn't trembling with fear, a time when her imagination wasn't running wild with thoughts of what could happen to her.

"He will give you clothes, you will eat what he says and you will wash when he allows you to. You won't be able to leave the mansion, and you won't be able to leave your room when he or someone else is not with you," The man carried on when she opened her eyes, recognising the mansion in front of her.

She shook with fear already, trying not to think about the last time she was here, the man continued despite the trembling girl next to him. "You will be expected to do everything for him and that could include washing him, reading to him and you will refer to him as master and you will answer to the name he gives you." She nodded again, trying to comprehend what was going on, tears slowly ran down her face as she ran through her mind what exactly what was happening.

Her life was never going to be the same again.