Chapter 4

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"Here we go my pet." Bella cooed as she showed Hermione the cell she'd now call home. Needless to say the young witch looked less then enthusiastic about her new quarters.

"Is there going to be a bathroom available?" her tone was bitter, indicating she already knew her answer.

"Well well now I hadn't thought about that." she cocked her head and rested it on the tip of her wand. "I don't supose a newspaper would suffice, would it dear?" her voice was chidlike.

"Of course it won't Bella." an exhasperated Hermione pointed out.

"Bella?" all sweetness had been dropeed from her voice, and replaced by a tone Hermione had not yet experienced from the crazy woman in front of her. "I don't think that's one of the things I said you could address me as was it now?" Panic struck Hermione as she shook her head no.

"No Mistess it was not." Bellatrix said in a condecending tone.

"N-n-no Mistress it was not." the girl repeated.

"Now love I thought we went over this upstairs. Tsk tsk, you'll just have to learn the hard way then." she raised her wand.

"Please no! I'm sorry!" she heard Hermione plead.

"Crucio!" obvisously ignoring the girl. She silently watched as the the younger girl writhed in pain. All Hermione could do was scream until she felt the curse being lifted. Once it stopped the witch rolled on her side and emptied the contents of her stomach. A disgusted Bellatrix looked on until she was done.

"Listen up Mudblood, I'll make it very simple for you to remember." she said as she bent down so her face was a mere few inches from the terrified girls. "You will call me Mistress. Understood?"she quirked an eyebrow. She apparently wanted to hear an answer.

"Yes Mistress." her tone humiliated. She lowered her eyes to stare at the stone floor.

"Very good Muddy." she purred as she stroked Hermiones hair. The girl couldn't help but let out a whimper as she held back the tears. Her own Mum had done this for her when she was upset, but now, it seemed she would never see any of them again.

"Perhaps you deserve a treat or something. What do you think?" she promted.

"Well Mistress," she made sure to put a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "What did you have in mind?" she asked cautiously. One had to be careful when she was in the room witht he most dangerous witch she'd ever encountered.

"Well now that's a good question, isn't it Muddy? How about this: even though you've been a bad pet I'll still give you dinner?" she flicked her wand and unlocked the cell, then looked to Hermione to walk in. Which she did not wanting to anger the elder witch again.

She looked around the cell to see a cot, with no pillows or blankets. "When will I be permitted to eat? Or have a drink?" she asked tiredly.

"That depends on how well you behave. You will recieve at least one meal a day and I supose I hadn't thought about water." she thought for a second. "Well here's what I'll do, I'll provide a cup that will be enchanted to refill when needed.

"And the bathroom?" she pressed.

"Perhaps a pail that the house elf will empty once a day. A devious smile spread across her face. "Now behave my little mudpet." she said mockingly as she locked the cell and turned to leave.

'Right like I can do anything sitting in this cell.' she thought to herself. She went over to her new bed and decided to lay down. After all the crucios she'd endured a nap was most definatly in order.

Luxury it was not. The mattress was cold and hard, and the old springs groaned as if to protest her weight. There were no windows in the cellar, which had been set up as a dungeon. There were torches which had been enchanted just like the ones at Hogwarts. A stab of pain shot through her at the thought of not being able to return to school, or life for that matter.

'What am I going to do?' she asked herself. Here she was trapped in the dungeon of the most notorious Death Eater alive, no one knew where she was or what happened, and on top of all that the woman intrigued the young girl.

Everything about her. Her insanity, the way she switched from sweet to angry( although that was one emotion she did not wish to see more of) to semisane, all these things made the woman a mystery to her. Then there was the fact that simpley could not be argued with, the woman was gorgeous. The childlike twinkle in her dark brown eyes, the bits of pale skin that poked out of the dresses she wore. Even the corsets and flowing black gowns she wore amused the girl. She was beautiful.

'Snap out of it!' her mind screamed at her. 'She'll never love or even like you. Don't fall for her, stay strong. And remember she's as old as your mother.' Which was a good point she brought up to herself,( this conversation as getting more and more ridiculous by the minute, one hour in captivity and she was already losing it).

"How you must have felt in Azkaban." she whispered to herself, feeling a stab of pain for her. The thoughts of Bellatrix continued a while longer before sleep overtook her.

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When Hermione awoke a few hours later she bolted up startled by her suroundings. Obviously it had not been a dream as she was hoping it was. Looking around she noticed something that had not been there before. It was a cup, a goblet of sorts, but it was empty. She picked it up, her curiosity getting the better of her. She picked it up to examine it and found that it filled automatically. She drank down the whole cup, surprised to find it refilled itself. There was also a bucket of sorts, along with toilet paper! Much to her surprise and delight. Who knew one could be so excited about such a thing? She wondered about the time, but it looked exactly like it did before she fell asleep. As if on cue the sound of the door opening revealed Bellatrix, and she was carrying some sort of tray.

"Well well Muddy here's dinner, since you were such a good girl." she opened the cell door so the girl could walk around the large room the cell was set in. Bellatrix transfigured a chair for herself and sat crossing one long leg over the other pushing her dress up revealing her tall black leather boots, looking a bit further her pale skin peeked out from under her dress. Her eyes followed the skin up to the point where black over took her legs.

Hearing her clear her throat snapped Hermione out of her trance and a blush took over her face. She suddenly took an interest in the food the raven haired beauty brought her. Two peanut butter and jellies, a classic even in the Wizarding World. The elder witch said nothing about her staring, although there was really no need, she'd already read the girls mind. It was quite amusing really.

"Listen up Mudblood in exchange for keping you here alive, and feeding you, tomorrow you will start your chores. You'll wake as I do, and prepare me breakfast and then do any chores or work I require you to do. Understood?" it was hardly a question.

"And if I refuse?" she asked purely out of curiosity.

"Perfectly fine, you may stay here and starve." the choice was rather simple to Bellatrix.

"What other choice do I have?" which basically meant saying yes to being a house slave. The Death Eater understood this and smiled her insane smile, as she walked the young girl back to her cell.

"Good choice my dear." she whispered, stepping back to lock the door, she blew the girl a kiss and watched her turn scarlet, confirming her suspicions. "Good night my little Mudbaby." she crooned. She left the girl alone to process her thoughts, and Bellatix went to process hers.

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A/N: So I cut this chapter a little shorter then I thought but this was a good cliff hanger. More updates soon please R&R.