AN: Next chapter who is Marcus visiting? Also not a edited chapter, most aren't. But I haven't even skimmed the recent ones at all. I apologize.

"Be glad, he didn't actually snog you Bell. Otherwise the boy would be dead." His voice was calm. Deceptively calm. But she knew better. He looked as if he were one to show his anger in a fiery rage. But in actuality, his anger had always been cool as ice.

And a part of her wanted to call him out for his hypocrisy. How many girls had he kissed? However, she shoved that voice of reason down deep into the recesses of her mind.

He was finally looking at her completely. He'd kissed her, something she'd dreamed of endlessly. It was a revelation, or perhaps a confirmation. She didn't want to put an end to the magical feeling he'd given her.

Not yet.

So instead she tried what she always did when he was around. To keep him interested in her. She shrugged carelessly, "That would be no loss."

She didn't necessarily hate Draco Malfoy enough to wish him death. Which would probably exasperate the man in front of her. He wasn't one forget or forgive easily. But if Marcus Flint wanted to kill Malfoy arrogant cowardly asshat Junior in her honor, who was she to stop him? It wasn't as if the world wouldn't be better off without another infamous death eater's spawn.

"Didn't know you were so bloodthirsty Bell."

He smirked at her, as his middle finger traced her shoulder, back and forth. There was something about the way his hand curved, that she found too attractive. She hated that she couldn't stop how her breath hitched. Or how his smirk deepened.

"I'm not as bad you." She told him snippily. She'd never win against Marcus, but she wouldn't make it easy for him.

As for Malfoy, she wasn't the vengeful sort, she only believed in karma and desired justice. But her Snake? He'd get payback even for the most minor pettiest things ever. He wasn't one to let things go.

And because people overestimated his anger, she had a feeling he got away with a lot more than even the more infamous purebloods had.

She wasn't sure he would even spare her if she crossed him. Though the thought of him punishing her didn't scare her as it should. Imagine that, being thrilled at the idea of being on the receiving end of a punishment being dolled out by a Slytherin.

It was positively depraved. But she's always wanted him. Even in these circumstances she couldn't seem to turn it off.

"Well then Bell, I'll leave you to explore as I need to see to business." The words stopped her short, bringing her crashing down back to reality. She'd gotten some of her spunk back, but she wasn't sure she wanted to be left all alone here by herself.

She would rather be haunted by him than loneliness or worse yet fear.

"You're leaving me here?" She tamped her instinct to demand he stay here with her, where she could keep an eye on him. But she couldn't forget, he was her owner. Slaves didn't make any demands.

Funny how she didn't remember that when they were, well flirting. Or was it more than flirting? Perhaps it was more? She wasn't sure.

But it was enough for her to want him not to go back to them. To that dark evil world.

"Scared Bell?" He taunted, a smirk that she wanted to wipe off of his face. It was one thing to admit fear to herself, quite another to admit to someone else.

"In your dreams, Flint. I'm not scared of anything." She ignored the fact she sounded more like a child, than the brave Gryffindor she wanted to be.

"Not even me?" He asked, his head bending down to her ear, his voice deceptively soft. No, not for the reasons she should be at least. Or at least they were not front and center in her mind.

He might hurt her. Betray her even. But she was almost certain he'd be doing it to keep her safe. Keep them both safe. Or perhaps it was just wishful thinking, and their kiss had addled her brain. A very likely reality.

But you couldn't help how you felt. And her gut told her that giving him her full trust wouldn't be wise, but she didn't have a reason to fear the worse either.

He'd always show restrain towards her. And even when he'd touched her, admittedly a bit passionately for her first kiss, it hadn't been anything she wasn't willing to give. Or rather get from him.

There was no way he would…would…rape her. Not the way some of those disgusting death eaters had threatened the captured witches.

That would not be her fate. Of that she was certain. And while her heart ached at the thought of her friends and their whereabouts. Or the other countless girls she didn't know personally .

A selfish part of her was relieved, he was the one who paid for her.

Yet she also knew it wasn't for her freedom, but to clip her wings and let her stay in this pretty cage. And while she could understand, or try to, it would never be acceptable.

She would always want him, that would never change. But…

"What are you thinking so hard about Bell?" He asked softly breaking her away from her thoughts.

"I believe as your slave it the smartest thing would be to fear you." She responded honestly, hoping that'd he'd settle her nerves by giving her something to look forward to. She'd believe it even if it were a lie.

But as always that was asking for too much from her big Snake.

"Well if fearing me keeps you from being mischievous little Katie," he responded landing a soft kiss on her cheek "also I'm not averse to punishing my slaves as I see fit. So do be careful while I am gone." He smirked lifting his lips from her cheek.

And with those parting words he was gone through the fireplace. That was when it finally sunk in.

She was all alone.

Bloody hell.