Audra did not see the Death Eater Trappe at all over the course of the next couple weeks. The full moon came and went, along with Audra's monthly experimental torture; Snape still hadn't perfected the potion just yet, though now she was retaining the ability to think and speak, only her body wasn't responding well, spasming between human and dire wolf. Voldemort meanwhile continued to act as if nothing was different. His behavior towards Audra continued much in the same as it had in the past, flirting somewhere between apathetic indifference and pleasing cruelty. Audra could only assume that He did not know, that Trappe hadn't told Him… yet.
On a night of the waning moon, Audra was told her services will be fulfilled in her cell that evening, meaning someone was being rewarded for their services to Voldemort. Unable to protest or even do anything to change this, Audra was forced to be the object of their desires. These desires ranged in detail but were always for the same purpose: the sin of the flesh. The only good news was Audra was barren; Mother Luna took from her the ability to create off-spring, which was a gift in this case in that she didn't have to worry about bastard children.
She had no idea who would be enjoying her tonight, but she knew he liked kimonos. In the center of her cell was a wonderfully beautiful silk kimono, white with large purple orchids around the hem and traveling up the lapels, and a mint green obi. He's got taste she commented, slipping off her slave outfit and into the robe. The smooth silk felt amazing against her bare skin and she stood admiring it from every angle.
Looking down, she noticed a pile of white rope neatly coiled in a pile. She sighed, understanding the reason. Reluctantly she kneeled and touched the rope. Instantly it sprang to life and bound her as the user had specified. One rope encased her legs, wrapping around her thighs and calves in a single loop, and then running behind her knees, pulling tight against the bounds and preventing her from getting out of the kneel. The other rope forced her wrists behind her back, where it began forming an intricate harness around her bust and upper arms, pinning them to her side. An elaborate knot was constructed between her elbows, where the ends of the rope then bound her wrists. All in all it wasn't painful: her joints were not pushed to their limits nor were the ropes too tight, but it wasn't comfortable.
She sat in silence, waiting with mounting dread of what would happen to her.
Finally she heard it: foot steps outside her door. She kept her head down, not wanting to look in the man's face. She heard the door open and then close as the man paused to survey her. "The kimono suits you well," he said, intending to be a compliment. Audra kept her head down and mouth shut; she had no desire to give him more of a reason to hurt her. The silence stretched for a minute, before he said "I figured you'd like something a bit warmer down here… it can get kind of cold."
No shit, Sherlock Audra thought sarcastically, I would know, now wouldn't I? Still she kept her mouth shut, willing him to just get on with it.
She heard the sound of fabric sliding down a wall and the soft thud of someone sitting. She stole a look at the mystery man; the Death Eater Trappe was sitting in the floor and leaning against the door looking back at her. He made no move towards her, but continued to sit and politely stare at her.
Her limbs were getting sore and she shifted slightly, looking for a more comfortable position. "I don't mean to hurry you along, sir," she began meekly, "but I believe you have a time limit in here…" she left it open for interpretation.
Trappe made a clicking sound with his tongue. "I could punish you for a remark like that," he said, fiddling with his wand, "but I think I'll let that one slide."
Audra looked up inquisitively. "Sir? I think I misunderstood you."
"Oh no, I think you understood me just fine," he replied, pointing his wand at her. Suddenly the ropes loosened and she wriggled her arms free.
She gave him an inquisitive look; "Sir?"
"I have no desire to partake in your, ah, amenities," he said. "Instead I would rather enjoy your company." Audra continued to sit in silence, not wanting to trust the man. "Why are you here?" he asked.
"I was ordered to be?" Audra said uncertainly.
Trappe laughed. "You know what I mean."
Audra was silent, unsure of how to respond. "Sir, we may be overheard..." she began. "If you don't mind, Sir, I have a method that would prevent that."
"I'm all ears."
[This is called mind-flashing. I'm projecting my thoughts into your brain and I can read your active thoughts as well,] she explained.
[Very nice,] Trappe thought. [Do I need to repeat my question?]
She had no reason to trust him, and yet she did. [No Sir; I'm being paid by the Ministry to spy.]
[Are you sure that was a wise thing to tell me?] he questioned. Audra was very much so aware of the wand he was twiddling.
[Are you going to turn me in?]
[I thought you weren't allowed to ask questions.] Audra bowed her head, knowing that she had already far overstepped her bounds with this man. [And no, I'm not going to turn you in. You've managed to last this long,] he noted, [No point in me ruining your fun.]
[Like this is fun,] she thought sarcastically, [being raped on an almost daily basis. Yup, this is exactly what I had in mind when I signed up.] A split second later she realized she made another mistake. [My apologies, Sir,] she said hastily, [I didn't mean to complain.] Why am I so comfortable with him?
Trappe laughed. [You're a strong fighter; why do you put up with it?]
[I don't have a choice.]
[Yes you do. You could run. Here,] he rolled his wand across the floor to her. [Take it and run; either Disapperate or fight your way out of here.]
Audra eyed the wand, but made no move to retrieve it. [Sir, I can't. I have a job to do.]
Trappe raised an eyebrow. [And you're willing to suffer for your cause?] he asked sarcastically.
[The mission is more important than my morals,] she repeated that mantra more for her sake than his.
[Ah, right: cake or death.]
Audra eyed the man suspiciously. [That was you…]
His white teeth shone in the darkness. [That it was.]
Audra grinned and then laughed for the first time since entering this hell hole. She had no idea why, but this man didn't feel like the rest. Her head told her that he was a Death Eater and yet her heart said she could trust this one. After all, for the first time she wasn't scared; and that was something she could get used to.