Hours passed and still no one had come to Katrina's room with food. Her stomach was beginning to growl but she steadfastly ignored it. As it grew closer to the time for supper and she was still without food, she became desperate enough to risk trying the door. It was locked which was a surprise.
As the sun set on the horizon, she began to worry slightly. What would happen if someone killed Voldemort and Pettigrew? Would she starve to death in this little room, hidden from the world?
As it grew close to eight o'clock, the door finally opened and Voldemort entered carrying a small tray. She watched him place it on the small table and her nose wrinkled slightly as she took in the pieces of unbuttered bread and the meager slices of hard cheese.
"I have decccided to begin your training ssso that you will be a proper pet for my loyal Death Eater." He gracefully sat in his usual chair and he pointed his wand at her chair, transfiguring it into a small cushion that he moved to his side. "Kneel there," he demanded, pointing a bony finger at the cushion.
Her dignity balked at such a command and she stayed standing where she was, defiantly staring at him. "No."
He lazily pointed his wand at her, "Crucio." He held it mere seconds, but it was long enough to make his point. "Kneel."
Katrina picked herself off of the floor where she had collapsed in curse-induced agony. She slowly approached him, her chin raised and her eyes never leaving his. With all of the grace she could muster, she gradually dropped to her knees.
"From now on, that will be how you sssit for your mealsss. I expect you to automatically assssume your placcce when I have seated myself at thisss table. Do you underssstand me?"
Katrina remained silent until his hand gripped a handful of her hair and yanked on it, demanding a verbal answer. "Yes," she hissed angrily.
He cuffed her upside her head, "You will addressss me properly! Just asss you will addressss the one I will bond you to properly. I am your Lord and he will be your Massster. Do you underssstand me, pet?" He gave her hair another pull for good measure before he even finished speaking.
"Yes, my Lord," she replied through gritted teeth. Apparently he judged it good enough for now as he released her hair. A hand appeared in front of her face with a piece of bread in it. She cautiously raised her own hand and accepted the morsel from him. The rest of her 'meal' passed in that fashion. Occasionally, he would hand her a goblet full of water for her to sip at.
Finally, the meal obviously finished, he rose from the table. "Have you forgotten all of your mannersss?" he hissed angrily.
Katrina's mind spun quickly and she realized he was expecting her to thank him for the meager rations she had just been given. She wordlessly rose to her feet, glaring at him. A mumbled "Crucio" and she was screaming on the floor again. The curse lifted and she had to concentrate to understand what he was saying to her.
"You will thank me properly. Nor will you rissse until you have been given permission to do so. I can sssee that I will need to work on your training. We will continue thisss tomorrow." With that said, he turned and left the room in a swirl of robes.
Katrina dropped her head to the floor so her cheek rested upon the cold wood. She prayed for an escape from this hell.