Addicted to You

XVIII

Remy proved to be of titular importance when it came to the capturing of Hermione Granger; he had taken his duties very seriously and had properly informed about the perfect timing and the exact location which would make it less difficult to grab a hold of her. It was Christmas time and the girl would be in good spirits- what he couldn't believe was she would be so naive as to leave her home so late when no one was around. He believed he could have done it a lot sooner had the Malfoy boy not interfered in his business. Remy was lucky he had decided to scout on his own, otherwise he might not have come across this glorious opportunity. They had succeeded in pouncing upon her and had managed to bring her in with little to no resistance. 

He had been quite sure that Snape would be there too, but they had returned empty-handed, finding no sign of him. He dared not question Draco Malfoy's account of the event in front of him but he did find the men with him acting rather odd. What if they had been confounded? Lately, he was sharp enough to notice the Malfoys had been behaving strangely.

He was at the gates of the Manor; he intended to make these suspicions known to the Baast as soon as possible, along with another juicy bit of news that he had just received, regarding the sudden absence of the Malfoys from their own home, if only he could get through the bloody thing.

'Some try to hide, some try to cheat but time will show we always will meet'

"We don't have time for this..." he said exasperatedly. "I need to see the Baast right now. It's urgent. Let me through!"

But the stone sentries refused to budge. "Merlin's beard! Let's see...some try to cheat...always will meet...I dunno...What's the answer? Bloody hell!"

There was a big swirl of black cloak and before he could so much as turn his head to see who it was, a wand was jabbed at his neck. Then Severus Snape's thunderous baritone was perceived dangerously close to his ear.

"It's Death. Open the fucking gate!" 

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The trance that Hermione was in, got broken by a noise and as soon as she regained consciousness again, her senses leapt in acknowledgement of the pain. She was tethered to the wall and she had surrendered all her weight onto the chains, her head lolling downwards. She tried to look up but her eye was partially closed in lieu of the blood that had trickled down her temple- hot and sticky. But she didn't need to see who it was; she had been at the mercy of this woman for a while now.

When she had first woken up in this place, she went into a fit of terror, reliving the traumas of her past, but at the time she had no idea of the nightmares that were to follow. The men who had abducted her had been rough with her, but their boss- the woman behind this entire ploy, was a sweet steal. She needed no filthy words, no manual display of physical strength to get her message across. Her diabetically sweet voice made Hermione's stomach churn.

"Ah, Ms. Granger." She grabbed a fistful of her hair to turn her face upwards to force her to gaze into her cruel little eyes. She let it drop again when she saw Hermione was awake. "Did you have a nice little nap? Well then...Shall we begin?"

With a flick of her wand, the iron bonds on her wrists were unfastened, making Hermione go crumbling down to the filthy floor. She didn't try to get up, not that there was much strength left in her anyway, but she had stopped trying to fight back because she knew that without her wand, she wasn't of much use in front of this witch. She had tried and seen that her energy was more exhausted while trying to push herself up from the ground only to be knocked off her feet again and again by the curses. Instead she focused on spending her energy being tight-lipped and getting through the pain. She was somewhat getting used to this routine by now- she had been at it for about 24 hours or more; being jolted awake, going through the torture, refusing to answer the questions, being reprimanded and left behind broken and restrained, only to follow the same vicious cycle again.