Bellatrix’s hand moved lower, her nails raking across Hermione’s skin, leaving angry red welts in their wake. She toyed with Hermione’s body, alternating between sharp, painful pinches and rough, degrading caresses, her touch both cruel and possessive. Each movement was calculated to inflict maximum pain and humiliation, to break down whatever resistance remained in the young witch.
“There it is,” Bellatrix murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “That sweet little sound. You’ll be making plenty of those before I’m through with you.”
Bellatrix pressed her body against Hermione’s back, pinning her to the wall with her weight. One hand twisted in Hermione’s hair, pulling her head back painfully, while the other roamed freely over Hermione’s body, exploring, tormenting, controlling. Each touch was a reminder of Bellatrix’s power, of the absolute control she wielded over Hermione in this moment.
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Hermione endures another brutal session with Bellatrix, her body marked by the runes from Umbridge's ritual, binding her to the torment she cannot escape. As Bellatrix plays her cruel games, alternating between tenderness and violence, Hermione's spirit is pushed to the breaking point. Yet, despite the agony, a flicker of resistance still burns deep within her—barely holding on.
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Bellatrix’s smile widened, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Hermione’s ear as she whispered, “Let’s see how much you can take before you break.” Without warning, Bellatrix’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Hermione’s hair and yanking her head back with a brutal force that made Hermione gasp in pain. The sharp tug sent a jolt through her already battered body, and she instinctively reached up to try and free herself, but Bellatrix was faster, stronger. With a twisted grin, she wrapped Hermione’s hair around her hand, pulling her closer until their faces were only inches apart. “You’ll learn to obey,” Bellatrix hissed, her eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. “One way or another.” With her free hand, Bellatrix traced the runes that had been burned into Hermione’s skin during Umbridge’s ritual. Her fingers pressed down hard, deliberately aggravating the tender, inflamed marks. The pain was immediate and intense, searing through Hermione like fire, and she bit down on her lip to stifle the cry that threatened to escape. “Does it hurt, Mudblood?” Bellatrix crooned, her tone a mix of mockery and delight. “Good. Pain is the best teacher.” She let go of Hermione’s hair, but only to grab her by the throat again, this time pinning her against the cold, unforgiving stone wall of the cell. Hermione’s back slammed into the hard surface, and she let out a choked gasp as Bellatrix’s fingers tightened around her neck, cutting off her air. The pressure was relentless, cruel, and Hermione’s vision began to blur, black spots dancing at the edges of her sight. “Look at you,” Bellatrix whispered, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. “So weak, so fragile. You think you can resist me? You think you can survive this?”
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Will Hermione succumb to Bellatrix’s sadistic control, or will her last ember of defiance survive the torment?
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