-Barty Crouch Junior's P.O.V-
I knew that my Master wouldn't be pleased with me. Not in the least. But the extensive Crucio session that he inflicted on me due to my little 'indiscretion' would not make me regret my actions, nor would it make me regret not showing up for the meeting. This only aggravated my Lord's temper to a further extent, his crimson eyes aflame with dark intentions.
"You're awfully smug for a man who just received punishment, Bartemius." The Dark Lord sneered, his malicious tone contrasting to the amused expression on his face. I lowered my gaze before spitting out some addition blood in my mouth.
"It was more than worth it, My Lord." I hissed as he sent yet another Crucio at me, but the pain paled in comparison to what it used to amount to.
"Oh, Bartemius? What could possibly be more important than a meeting with your Lord?" He announced arrogantly. My eyes grew sharp as images danced before my eyes. He watched curiously as my gaze flickered to my witch.
"Oh, Master, so much more. I got to claim her as my own. My little witch gave herself to me. She is mine, forever." I gave him a bloody smirk. The only possible way that I could relate to my Master's dark sense was if I spoke in even more possessive terms than normal. The 'claim' I held over my brunette goddess was irreversible, no matter how much she may wish for it to be so in the future. My Master looked thoughtful.
"Well perhaps your blatant disregard for my laws can be forgiven in time, Bartemius. Still, even if you are one of my most valued and loyal Death Eaters, you must be made an example of, Bartemius. I will not let this indiscretion go lightly, as others may perceive me as slack towards you, even weak."
"You are by no means weak, Master." I assured him. He ignored my words and turned to the two Death Eaters guarding the door. I tensed up when they brought my fiance in. She looked exceedingly pissed off and rumpled as the two brutish men gripped her arms tightly, no doubt leaving bruises on her skin. I saw red. Only I was allowed to mar her beautiful skin. She appeared to have been in a scuffle with another Death Eater. I looked over at Goyle, and my assumption was indeed correct. His face was bruised and battered, his bottom lip completely split in half. I clenched my fists and vowed to torture and perhaps cut and maim each and every Death Eater that dared to either eye or touch my witch.
"So possessive, Bartemius." My Master drawled.
"What is the meaning of this?" I spat, snarling at the two Death Eaters who held her. They grew paler by the minute and gulped rather loudly, giving me a certain sense of gratification. I sneered evilly and stared at Hermione. She looked a little worried by the bruises and cuts that adorned my body.
"Your little fiance is going to be humiliated due to your indiscretion. Since you have been so loyal to me in the past, Bartemius, you may take her once I've deemed her humiliation fulfilled." She gazed up at me with wide eyes, her fear masked as much as possible, but not enough. I wanted to reassure her, but I wasn't sure if there was anything I could do to reassure her.
"Take her wand away." My Master ordered sharply. She closed her eyes and smiled despite the situation. I growled under my breath. She had just been disarmed, informed that she was going to be publicly humiliated and raped in front of an audience by several Death Eaters before being given to me to take her, and she still had the nerve to smile? What a wonderful witch.
"What's she fucking smiling about?" I chuckled sinisterly as she accepted whatever my Master had planned her with a high head.
"She certainly has a certain, bravado, Bartemius." My Lord commented dryly. I felt a great a surge of pride overwhelm me.
"And she's mine." I breathed softly, my tongue flickering erratically out of my mouth as she smiled up at me, clearly tuning everything else out.
"Bind her wrists above her and spread her ankles. You may approach her before the snakes and Macnair and Greyback do so." I tensed up. The milking snakes had never been used before. A snarl passed my lips as I thought on what my Master had said.
"Greyback?" I growled angrily. My Master sneered.
"He's turned to our cause." I saw a tall man in the corner step forward, a look of absolute lust as he leered hungrily at my witch.
"And you would simply show her off if you got her first. The snakes remain. Is there anything that you would like to ask?" I snorted and shook my head, stepping towards my bound fiance. In any other situation, it would be a turn on to see her bound before me, but others were examining what should have only been mine. I noticed that she was shivering as I leaned in, cupping her cheek. She was so warm in contrast to the dark pits of this place. I pressed my other hand to her stomach before kissing her hungrily and eagerly. She melted slightly and smiled against my lips as I cast a contraceptive spell over her. There would be no way that I would allow my fiance to be sullied with another's child.
"Don't be frightened." I murmured into her neck.
"I'm not."
"You are, Hermione. You're shaking. I'd think you stupid if you weren't frightened. Just don't show them that you're scared."
"Alright." She mumbled softly, listening to me for once. I chuckled and unbuttoned her school blouse.
"You'll be fine, Mya. The daughter of Morgana and merlin can handle one little Death Eater and a werewolf, I'm sure." She gasped in shock as I rid her of her skirt and underwear, stuffing them in my pocket. I smirked and tilted her chin up so she looked me in the eyes. My other hand grazed her inner thighs, causing her to jolt in her binds.
"You're still mine exclusively. Make no mistake on that." I groaned as my Master ordered me away from my witch. She scowled at me, my smirk growing wider as she huffed, her chest catching my gaze. I kissed her once more, swiping my tongue over her bottom lip.
"Now, Bartemius!" My ego inflated as she whimpered softly.
"Barty..."
"Remember my words, Mya." I whispered.