It was dark, very dark. The sounds of musty, dark, liquid that passes for water here hit the dirty cobblestoned floor. The floor, where she has been chained to for god knows how long she's lost count after all this time. Time. It's a word she used to be familiar with, back in the days when life was simple and all she had to worry about was tests and keeping her best friend out of trouble. She wondered what he was doing right now, if he was even alive. While she was contemplating this the stone door leading to the dark, dank, and oppressive room opened with a slow grinding sound, one that broke her out of her thought and caused her to shiver and fold into herself in fear. One her muscles remembered all too well even when her mind tried to forget, then with an almost wrong sounding seductiveness, one that seemed to be woven with the finest of silks but was, in reality, laced with a deadly poison that which spoke out to her now. That voice of which she dreaded to hear called out to her. "I require your services again mudblood, it's time for you to earn your keep and this time". The voice paused to drag a long, cold, pale finger down her dirty trembling face. "I'll be using you with much satisfaction at hearing your pleas". She shivered again and remembered all the things she had been trying to forget, all the things she had been forced to do how much she wished death would come and take her. Yet it would not, instead it let her lay broken and alone teasing her but never allowing her what she wanted. Yes, she was a prisoner to the death eaters, and had been forced to perform acts to satisfy them. Her mind had all but been broken but HE was very close to doing away with the last vestige of hope she held on too, besides her possible rescue at the hands of her best friend which was the only thing keeping her going. A thing she loved and hated at the same time, and before her stood the very creature to use her again like a diseased whore. Repeatedly, relentlessly, and never ceasing that which she prayed for most other than death. Then she readied her mind and what little control she had remaining over her broken body; for Lord Voldemort, had come to use her.