She had no clue as to how long she had been here. When she was awake she found herself in a barely lit room with no windows strapped down by leather to a cold, metallic slab of a table and at the mercy of her tormentors. When she was unconscious it wasn't nearly long enough for her body to recover and the torture would begin all over again the moment she was forced back into consciousness. She considered herself incredibly unlucky that they had saw fit to a least semi heal the wounds she had acquired from the train and Dolohov incident.
Her methods were both maddening and agony for the young Gryffindor but she began to adjust and grow accustomed to them, much to Bellatrix's annoyance. She painfully discovered that Bellatrix was quite skilled with a blade, the numerous lacerations along her skin being evidence of her talents. The deranged Death Eater would drag the blade slowly down her skin, splitting it open and would watch gleefully as crimson oozed from the wound onto Hermione's pale skin, staining it red with crimson rivers.
In the beginning Bellatrix hadn't resorted to cutting up the brunette until the skin of her torso was bathed in blood and covered in numerous cuts that were just deep enough to not sever anything that would kill her. At first Bellatrix had been quite happy just to hear Hermione cry out in pain under the Cruciatus curse as she questioned the teen on the Order's movements. But eventually Hermione's body had grown accustomed to the pain and stopped giving Bellatrix the thrill of hearing her cry out. So the Death Eater began to experiment with Legilimency, the art of invading someone's thoughts and memories.
The mad woman had run rampant through Hermione's memories, searching for anything that would aid her in her torment whilst searching for anything useful about the Order. Much to her distain she found nothing useful about the Order of the Phoenix though she did find something that was just too good to pass up. Fleur. Hermione felt nothing but disgust and loathing as Bellatrix did horrible things to her body, things that she had only ever allowed Fleur to do. She had cringed away in disgust as she lay helpless under Bellatrix's lips and fingers. Had closed her eyes and tried to block out the reality of what was happening.
Every bite, every scratch left in the wake of sharp nails and poisonous words whispered into her ear as the woman slid her hand beneath her jeans had at first been next to unbearable and threatened to snap the fragile teen.
But eventually Hermione grew numb to Bellatrix's ministrations and no longer gave her any reaction except to stare blankly as the dark haired woman forced her body to submit to her wandering fingers. And it angered the Death Eater. Sent her into a frenzy when no matter how hard she tried the Mudblood wouldn't respond in the way she hoped she would. And so the cutting started. If she could find no pleasure in tormenting the Mudblood sexually then there were always different methods of causing pain.
"Come now Mudblood I know you can scream for me" Hermione dully noticed the weight of Bellatrix's small body on her hips but refused to acknowledge her while wondering what more the mad woman could do to her. Her body was a field of long lacerations and soaked with her blood, Hermione had never known that the human body could hold so much blood. A sharp pain exploded within her left shoulder causing Hermione's to wince. Turning her head her eyes widened ever so slightly at the protruding knife handle sticking out of her flesh. Now this was something new, now Bellatrix had resorted to stabbing her. Blood overflowed the wound and spilled out from the edges of the weapon.
Removing the dagger Hermione began to feel light headed and very dizzy. Either it was the blood loss finally getting to her or the sight of watching a tiny portion of her muscles move past the broken skin of the stab wound as Bellatrix removed the dagger making her queasy. Bellatrix carefully brushed the blade against the brunette's cheek, leaving a shallow cut in its wake.
"You know Muddy recently I have been thinking, taking stock of my life as it were, and as much as it pains me to say it I'm not getting any younger and the Dark Lord has insured a long life for himself what with his...Horcruxes" the dagger continued to travel past her cheek and down to the edge of her jaw as she spoke.
"If the Dark Lord is to live for so long then he will want his most loyal follower with him as he continues his glorious work..." Hermione winced as the blade began to cut into the side of her neck though Bellatrix hardly noticed the rare display as she continued with a insane smile plastered across her pale face.
"...I'm going to create my own Horcrux Mudblood. And it's going to be you" giggled the Death Eater. Hermione could've sworn that her heart stopped at the idea. Become Bellatrix's Horcrux? She would rather die. A pained gasp escaped from her as Bellatrix's knife slid slightly deeper into the flesh underneath her collar bone than intended and Bellatrix instantly removed the weapon.
Hermione watched through a daze as Bellatrix got off of her and barked for Rudolphus to bring 'him' in. Light entered the room suddenly, burning Hermione's eyes as it did forcing her to close them tightly shut. The jet of light faded away and Hermione dared to open her eyes only to find herself blinded temporarily.
Regaining her eyesight her eyes widened as she recognised Olivander, the wand maker in Bellatrix's grasp with her wand pointed at his neck. Hermione watched as the elderly man dropped dead after Bellatrix struck him with the killing curse. She found it worrying that she felt very little for what she had just seen, a murder had taken place right in front of her and she felt nothing, no sense of outrage or injustice, just cold.
Bellatrix smiled widely as she pointed her wand at her chest and slowly brought the wand forwards, the tip of her wand pulled something through her skin, a black wisp of energy before she pointed it at Hermione. She flicked her wand and the black energy shot towards her prone form before disappearing into her body.
"Now I'm apart of you Muddy. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it. I'm going to poison your soul, twist your mind until you can't even remember who you are or what you stand for" Bellatrix strode over to the writhing brunette before bringing her lips close to Hermione's ear.
"And I'm going to enjoy every second of breaking you"