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A/N: I want to apologize before hand if you feel insulted by the "religious controversy" going on (at least I think that's what it's called I maybe confusing it with another definition), but people do tend to complement these things when they feel so close to death. If I offend you then I'm sorry. I am also not trying to force anything on you. Everyone has the right to have their own beliefs.

Chapter 1: The New Prisoner

"My humanity?" Hermione echoed.

"Yes will you do it..."

The cells were always cold here, the children are always scared here, the chained man hung there body slumped not quite sitting or standing. Just a bunch of broken spirits here waiting, waiting to die; to cease to exist. There's no hope here. She wanted to scream, she wanted get up and hold onto the bars and get electrified into a roasted corpse. She wanted to die. She wanted to beg the chained man to drain her of the magic inside.

Instead she lay there on the floor broken and violated.

She could feel the bile rise up in throat; she could still smell them on her. Now she understood why girls would go to extremes after being repeatedly violated over and over again by a bunch of disgusting beasts. Didn't they just yesterday force her and the chained man 'together', wasn't that enough for them? Did they just want to feel her flesh against theirs? They did want to claim her like some wild animal? Didn't they give up already? Don't they realize that their magic and her magic didn't mix; it was like trying to get two very different breeds of animals and forcing them to reproduce. It was impossible. The only successfully created children were malformed, born prematurely or still born. The survivors were created through each other. She prayed repeatedly to one in particular that she be forgiven for what she had been forced to do with those children.

Is it still considered to be a pedophile if your life is being threatened and you have no control of your own body? If you kill your own babies but feel remorse is it still sinning? If you kill children and have no control over what you do are you still a murderer? Are we all sinners in this prison? Is there no redemption here? There are so many questions and yet no answers.

The guilt is constantly seeping into her soul but there is no way to let it out. She's locked inside her own mind by her own doing. She did this to herself. She has killed children and have watched them whither way into nothingness. In the end she is the biggest sinner and the other are just the victims or were they all just victims turned sinners? Aren't they all just sinners for being who they were, they were born heretics for believing in magic and performing magic. To them there is only Merlin the greatest and strongest of them all but he was no religious icon. He was just the more in tune with his magical core. Will she burn in hell for doing the things she has done? There's a trail of blood behind her. She walks a path in which there is no turning back; all she can do is watch as everyone burns as the flames envelope her as well.

Did you know that if you're around an unknown language enough the so-called gibberish turns into words and word turns into sentences? She understands what they wanted from them now, after forty years she understands now. She was taken when she had just turned twenty-five. To her captors she hasn't changed much, still the quite dutiful prisoner, still the soulless prisoner and still just as empty as she was when she was taken. Inside she believes she has lost her mind, her self-worth, her morals and beliefs…she's lost everything here. Physically she has aged; she looks like a thirty year old with premature graying hair. Wizards and witches age differently.

She twitched a finger, another one died. Twelve more to go then she could finally die in this God forsaken place.

"What do we do now?"

She knew who said this, her only surviving daughter created through another dead prisoner. She could feel it now, death clings onto her. She will die. She should just kill her before her spirit breaks. Yes that's what she will do. Will she choke the life out of her, grab a blunt object and repeatedly bash her head against it?

Why can't she move her limbs? Oh that's right they injected something into her before throwing her back inside. A numbing agent, she thought. They must think she's dead now.

Her finger twitched again, whatever they injected her with it must be wearing off now. With another twitch she willed her magic to seep into the ground under the separating bars to her dau—victim. She felt her heart clench, she should have killed her when she was just an infant. It would have been much easier; still she forced her magic into her blood stream. She'll die within a day; she slowly wrapped her magic around her heart.

There was a sound of something struggling; she didn't let it distract her. The bars opened, a body was thrown inside. Right next her, right in front of her face actually. She looked burly, must be her swollen eye obstructing the view and whatever they injected her with.

She slowly continued wrapping her magic around the young girl's heart, like a string; she wound it three times and tied into a neat magical bow. Slowly she cut the magical string and pulled the rest of the string back inside her. She could still feel the magic slowing piercing into her heart bit by bit causing her to slowly bleed out by microscopic holes, the magical string worked as a numbing agent; she would never feel a thing.

The new prisoner started to get up; she noticed the new prisoner was female. She must be powerful to be placed in this cell. This cell was created specifically for the strong willed. The newbie moved her nub body so that she was lying on her back. She pushed her hair back inspecting her injuries. All she could tell was that the woman was pale and dark haired.

"What going on here?" She asked in that unnamable language. She looked around at all the other children; she supposed the children looked at her with that blank eyed stare then go back to looking at the wall, the dead body, the sobbing child…the bars.

"I can help you," she said softly. She could see her blurry body reaching out to the children, her hand brushes the bar. She pulls her hand back before it electrifies her.

Laughter breaks through the cells, it's the chained man. He's laughing at the newbie. He is probably bleeding now, he's lips are so cracked that they had to have split.

"Ha another lively one, how long 'til you break," he mocks with a cracked voice similar to a chain smoker. His chains rattle, he's probably stretching. "Tell me what your name is."

"H-H-Hyuga H-Hinata," she stuttered, "W-what's yours?" She asked slowly losing that stutter.

"Ah, a nervous one aren't you, I am Hisagi Yuu. Hyuga-san do you know why you are here?" He asked.

"F-for a-a ransom," she said.

"What makes you say that?" he inquired; she saw his head slowly tilt. The blurry figures where starting to make out but the flickering light didn't provide much, his lips were bleeding...a lot actually. She saw his pink tongue come out and lick off the blood moisturizing the dry lips. She moaned at the feel of the numbness fully wearing out, the pain was something she was used to it was just that it came so suddenly. She slowly dragged her self to the wall. The girl rushed over to her and helped her sit against the wall.

"I'm the heir to the Hyuga clan." She stated.

"And I'm an heir as well and a leader to my people but they haven't found me for over thirty years. Granger-san over there she's been here longer than I have. No one will come. You will die here like the many here before you. Hyuga-san you aren't here for a ransom." She saw his head move from the direction of the girl, Hyuga was it, to her. Even though he had that iron mask she could still feel his eyes burning into hers. "Tell her Granger-san why she is here or did they tell you Hyuga-san." He said still with mocking voice, "Tell h-he-er-er." He coughed his throat getting much too dry to continue speaking.

Hyuga turned her head to her direction with a questioning look. She looked blind but there was intelligence in her eyes unlike the usual blank stare the blind had, was it a genetic defect? She wanted to say something to Hyuga anything actually but she couldn't. All she could do was move her eyes from her to the floor, there was a blood trail. Was she still bleeding down there?

"Oh I forgot Granger-san won't say anything," he rasped.

She wanted to cry. When will this stop? Hisagi used to be a kind man; she remembered when he first arrived here, ten years into her imprisonment. At the time his face was wrapped in some cloth material. She had tried to get the cloth off all she managed to see Veela blue eyes. After another came with his/her face covered in cloth that she figured they were Veelas. If they wanted Veelas then why was she here, she wasn't a Veela.

He had joked around a lot, laughed even though he in knew the situation he was in. He had been confident that someone would come and rescue them, he was the Japanese Minister after all—a powerful on too—but then one day they came and took him away for awhile. It had been discovered that he had been betrayed by his own family and friends.

He had been looked up to by many of his people. He hadn't known that these people were threatening to take out his people, his citizens. They had traded his life under the table in exchange for their lives. He would have gone to war and taken them out. Everyone knew that the Japanese combined Martial Arts, Kendo and magic together. They were formidable. He had been traded. He had hoped that maybe his citizens would search and find their leader, instead they had abandoned him. He thinks that he has been replaced already, she thinks that too. Life must go on.

"Why am I here?" She asked turning from looking down at her to Hisagi. The chained man tilted his head thoughtfully his jaw clenched tightly like he was remembering something from the passed. His lips pressed into a thin line then he grinned. Blood dribbled down his chin and a single drop fell to the floor where there was already a small pool accumulating there.

"I don't know or maybe I do. Ha-ha-ha you'll just have to find. I will tell you this though you're just as special as we are. Welcome to hell Hyuga-san, there is Kami here to save you." He laughed hysterically shoulders quaking. His laughter echoed bouncing off the walls. Hermione could only stare at the madman and the widening of Hyuga's eyes.

Tomorrow there will be another dead body to be picked as she noticed that their captors had already collected the dead girl. They were all insane down here and soon Hyuga would join them. Soon she too will lose that hopeful look in her eyes. It was only a matter of time.

She stared at Hisagi laughing; he knew just as she knew why they were here. He was fucking with her mind. Hermione noticed Hyuga's eyes tighten; she knew he was patronizing her.

"How old are you little girl...no wait don't tell me your sixteen."

Hyuga's blind-like eyes flickered to the floor. She definitely looked to be around that age.

"And a virgin too huh?"

Hyuga blushed and looked down.

"Good luck preserving that…I'm so sorry." He his body slumped, his breath evened out. "I'm so sorry." He mumbled. She watched as his arms went lax.

She felt sorry for her too.

"I know they'll come for me," she could already here the doubt in her voice.

She wanted to ask what she did before being captured, instead she could only stare. Instead she could only look. Instead she could lie there pathetic looking. She used to be strong now she's nothing but a shadow of what she once was. All for the sake for keeping the abilities a secret, she had taken vows.

She made the unbreakable vow.

"Yes will you do it…are willing to give up your humanity?" Hermione stared at the dark almost black eyes of the Director. It was like he was staring into her very soul. All she wanted to do was run away from this man. This man was not human, that was all she could think.

"I…"

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