A/N : four letters… S.M.U.T, you've been warned

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Vamos vamos mi amor

Me gusta mucho tu sabor

No no no no tu corazón

Mucho mucho tu limón

Dame de tu fruta

Vamos mi amor . . .

Te quiero puta !

Te quiero puta !

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Come on, come on, my love

I really like your flavor

Not not not not your heart

Really really like your lemon

Give me your fruit

Come on, my love . . .

I love you, whore!

I love you, whore!

(Rammstein, Te quiero puta)

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When I look up, panting, my breath short and heavy, I understand that cursed Bellatrix Lestrange has locked the door; everything around me is pitch black. My eyes take a long moment to adjust to the darkness and when I recover myself, the pounding in my head comes back full speed; blood pulsates at my temples and I slam my knuckle on the floor in rage. That's when I discover I can't move one of my arms: the bone is broken. With all the fury I can muster, I shout to the roof of my closed cage: "BELLATRIX LESTRANGE, COME BACK HERE! FIGHT ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT, YOU BITCH!"

Only silence answers me. I rub my foot with the hand that is still functioning. My ankle hurts terribly and I feel that it is already swelling. I would kill for my wand right now. I drag myself to search around my cell for anything that could help me get out of here. There is not one single item I could use to defend myself against my aggressors. No rock or stick to use as a weapon and no needle or nail to unlock the door with. I sigh and let despair wash over me. I bring my legs close to my stomach and my head falls between them. I dry my tears on the fabric that covers my knee and gradually fall into a fitful sleep.

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In my dream, a creature I cannot identify is running towards me. It is about to attack me, I sense it. I hear its screams and I see its claws stretching towards me. The noises of the menacing forest I picture in my mind mix with the ones of footsteps in the distance. I scream and emerge from slumber in a sweat. The nightmare fades into the darkness but I realise the footsteps were real. A feminine figure has halted at the bottom of the stairs and looks at me with a somewhat startled gaze. She regains her usual nerve quickly.

"Now, now, mudblood. Were we having bad dreams? There's no reason to, you're perfectly safe here. So safe nobody will find you. And especially not your little friends. If they come to get you we'll take care of them first."

I see red.

"Dream on, Lestrange. If the Order comes here it will be the end of your little golden moment of tyranny." I spit out the words.

"You weren't so brave upstairs in front of everyone. What makes you think you can be a cheeky-assed little pest when you're alone in my presence?"

"Just my complete lack of respect for you."

"You dare..." Bellatrix's voice is dangerously low. She comes closer and leans towards me, while I back further away into the wall. Her face is almost touching mine and she breathes into my face. Her lips come near my neck and she whispers a single word into my ear : "Crucio."

I had no idea her wand had been pointed at me the whole time; a jolt of electricity courses through my entire body and I begin to shake uncontrollably. I clench my teeth whilst waves after waves of mind-blowing pain pass over me. When she releases me from the spell, I don't even feel the difference it makes; the ache is still extreme in every part of my body, and it's my arm and foot that hurt the most.

Keeping my eyes closed, I hope that when I open them she'll be gone, like my nightmare. I feel something fresh and unnatural wrapping itself around my wounds and, all of a sudden, it's like they were never there. I finally take the courage to open my eyes and I look down at my body, it looks like nothing ever happened to me. Just the stench of the room I am in is the reminder of my condition, and then the dark eyes still looking at me.

"Why?"

"Why did I curse you or why did I heal you? I think you know the answer to the first one, but what did I heal you for? It's simple, I need you to be in your optimal shape."

I stare at her, not understanding. She uses a spell to force me into a standing position, which I can fortunately resume with my healed leg, and magically binds my wrists together behind my back.

"Walk." She bellows.

She didn't really need to order me that; my legs are moving as if of their own accord, enchanted by her practised wand. I head towards the door like on autopilot and step out into the corridor when she flings it open. My eyes blink rapidly because of the sudden light and I look around to see if there are any other Death Eaters around. Not a soul. As we proceed through a few rooms and up the stairs that go to the second floor, it comes forward more and more that I am alone with Lestrange in the manor. I wonder how they can leave their hideout almost undefended. If the order knew where I was, they would probably have far less trouble getting in than one would have thought. If only that could happen...

"Good girl! You do just what I tell you to do, how precious." Her voice is caressing as we reach a high doorframe.

"It's not like I really have a choice." I angrily retort through gritted teeth.

"Exactly, you don't. It's true you're a fast learner…"

"I think this room will be perfect for us right now. What a beautiful sight we have, don't we?"

She forces me to walk until I am in front of the window and I see that there is a thick mist surrounding the house and a few sinister trees bending in the autumnal wind.

"Why don't you lay down, my dear? You look so tired..." I try to ignore her. She smacks her lips and looks at me with a raised eyebrow, as if to question if I really want to lose my life by not obeying. I feel the spell enslaving my legs has been lifted, but not the one that holds my hands captive. She looks at me with hungry eyes and her nostrils are slightly flaring out from her palpable excitement. I remember the way she has ogled at me the night before and I take a sharp breath. Surely she does not intend to...

There is not much I can do without a wand and without the employ of my hands, so, in spite of my uneasiness, I sit on the large bed standing in the middle of the room.

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

I shake my head.

"No? How innocent."

Before my eyes, she sheds her outer robe, revealing a tight corset that is purposefully jamming her breasts together and layers of black tulle petticoats covering her muscular thighs.

"And now?"

At first I gaze wide-eyed at her but I quickly look away to show I am not interested in her display.

"Ever since I saw your bewildered look when you were helpless on the floor in the hallway, I've wanted to screw you. I can do things to you you'd never have dared imagine in your wildest dreams, and I need your dirty little mudblood mouth to service me in return."

"Are you fucking kidding? There is no way in hell!"

She just smirks and moves nearer until she is close enough to sit on the bed with me.

"Do you want to know a secret?" She whispers to me, leaning down closer and closer. "I can be rather convincing at times…" I look down at the wand she's still holding. "And I don't mean with my wand. I have plenty of other ways of persuasion." Her smirk is the definition of indecent, and she laughs slowly, a deep infectious belly laugh.

Unhurriedly, without taking her eyes off me, she sticks her prized wand into the back of her corset. My mind starts racing. For a split second, I think about jumping on her and attempting to disarm her, but something in her eyes stops me.

They are so fiery and intense, like the ones of a wild animal, and when I stare at them I am instantly reminded of my dream. I have the persistent feeling that she can anticipate each and every one of my movements, that she reads my thoughts as clear as day. In fact, the more I look at her, the more I feel weakened, like I can't think about anything else than her. I am almost hypnotized by the way she gazes deeply into my eyes, so much that I have the impression my brains are liquefying, and ultimately failing me. I remember how McGonagall had defined to us the Confondus charm in school.

"There's no need to fight…" She speaks softly as her small hands start roaming the sides of my upper body. Our thighs are nearly touching. "It's better to just… let go." She finishes in one blow of breath.

Suddenly we are kissing, or rather, she's kissing me. Her lips are supple and delicate, almost enticing. She is softly tilting my head back, a hand on my neck, and she pushes her tongue into my mouth. My eyes are closed and all I think about is Ron. It was my desire that he would do something similar to me, while I was away with him and Harry. I was growing more and more fond of him, and not just in a friendly way, and if I could have stayed with them, I would still have good hope that he returns my feelings someday. Ron.

I was wondering if I could ever see him again.

A hand on my thigh brings me back to reality. This is most definitely not Ron, and I am definitely not in a tent in the middle of a field. I turn my head away from her. My eyes well up with tears. "I can't do this." I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Maybe, but you will." For my captor, it's as simple as that. The tears fall freely by then. She does a shushing sound, and wipes some of my tears off from my cheek.

Suddenly her no sense tenderness hits a nerve. She's planning on raping me and she's playing nice all the while? No way! Bat shit crazy old Lestrange!

I fall into hysterics and yell everything that crosses my mind.

"Stop touching me! What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck am I here for anyway? What's the point? You don't plan on using me as bait, and you don't plan on killing me. Am I just supposed to be your toy to play with? Sod it, Lestrange, I'm not playing along!"

I feel the slap before seeing it coming. I gasp from the hard blow and put my hand up to touch my burning cheek. I see her furious and panting, looking at me as if it is the first time anybody dared talk to her like that – maybe it is – and all I want to do is kill her. An animal instinct moves me when I leap on her and throw her off balance. I want to run but I don't even get the chance. In no time, she grabs me and throws me to the floor. She's way stronger than I am, even without our wands, and I am still handcuffed. She's standing between me and the door. Bile rises in the back of my throat; the impact with the floor was solid.

"Will you shut the fuck up and stay fucking still now?"

I don't answer. There is a moment of silence during which we both look at each other in challenge. I look away first, and it's like if I'm admitting her superiority on me. Damn it.

I close my eyes and think: Merlin, let something happen and take me away from this hellhole, I beg you.

But as with most prayers, mine goes unanswered.

"You don't want me to touch you, fine. But we still have me to take care of."

She pulls her thick layers of coal black skirts up to reveal a trimmed triangular patch of ebony hair, covering her most secret area. My eyes widen in shock. She has foregone underwear it seems. I can't help thinking it's absolutely filthy.

"Service me!" she bellows, her eyes blazing with a no-fooling-with-me look and a severe expression on her square jaw.

I back away slightly, my eyes flashing between her face, under her skirt, and her face again. Never has a woman showed me these intimate parts of her and I had never thought one would do so either. I had rather wished not to have a creepy murderer asking me for oral sex instead of my husband-to-be.

I calculate once again my chances of running away. Yet again, I am confronted with the terrible realisation : there is none.

She has closed her eyes, waiting, but I don't do anything. Her smouldering dark eyes snap open and she gives me a homicidal glance.

"Are you deaf? Do you prefer to be tortured? I'll give you three seconds to choose. 1… 2…"

I really don't want to be tortured again. I know I am too weak and that if it keeps on going like that, I won't survive until the Order finds and rescues me. I reluctantly approach my head between the Death Eater's legs and freeze. What am I supposed to do? Hell, it is my first time as a whore so some directions would be appreciated!

"I… sorry, but… I… don't know what you want me to do."

"First, call me ma'am. Show some respect."

I wrinkle my nose in disapprobation.

"Do it, or…" She looks so crazy and immerged in her power trip that I feel the necessity to comply.

"Ma'am, I have no idea what to do." The title I use to refer to her almost brings a smile to her lips.

"Alright, let me show you."

She grabs a fistful of my hair, harshly, and pushes me onto her sex, my face buried in it.

"Eat. it." Two simple words that, put together, can chill my blood.

I shudder and open my mouth. She doesn't even wait a half second before pulling me against her once again, the warmth of my opened mouth circling the spot she wants to be taken care of.

"I thought you were intelligent. Go ahead, use your tongue."

I close my eyes and try to imagine I am in a dream. That this isn't really happening. I lap at the area between her folds and suck slightly on her bud. I am disgusted of being reduced to doing this to her, to being forced to indulge into sexual acts, to have to touch someone intimately for the first time against my own will.

I feel numb and lifeless, I don't know anymore if this is better than Crucio. It is harder mentally than physically. It is sickening, on the overall.

"That's right, keep eating it, good kitty."

I cannot believe she is calling me a kitty. If this is the milk then I might as well starve my whole life.

And she keeps on going with her dirty talk. "Exactly what I thought. You have it in you. It's innate for a Mudblood to be of such low nature. You have this whore blood in you, haven't you?"

I ignore her cruel remarks. I don't give a fuck what she thinks of me. I want to stay alive, it is the only thing that keeps me going. That, and the hope to see my friends' faces again.