Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 15 Torture

"Bella, where's my wand?"

"In your pocket, pet." Hermione wasn't sure she wanted to be Bellatrix's pet, but that was a bridge she'd have to cross when she got there.

"Thanks." She walked slowly over to the still silent Ginny, rolling her shoulders and crossing her arms, trying to ease their soreness before she cracked her neck. She pointed her wand at the girl and spoke two charms in a row. "Finite Incantatem," allowing Ginny to speak again, followed by "Obrigesco." This was a charm she had found in the library while looking for horcrux candidates. It worked much like the petrificus, only it allowed the person's limbs to be moved. She then spelled the cuffs off of Ginny, though the girl's arms stayed exactly where they had been.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Her voice was shaking, she had never seen Hermione turn on her friends in such a way. Sure, she had hexed them every here and there, but there was always a discernable reason behind it. This was just madness. And what was that Bellatrix had said about knowing but not talking?

"You'll see," came the airy answer. She grabbed the ankles, pulling the younger girl down so she was laying down on the cold floor. "So, Gin. How's your day been so far?"

"Really, though. What... the fuck... are you doing."

"I'm TRYING to have a conversation, but apparently you don't feel that need. Oh, well," Hermione sighed, before taking off her robes. "Silencio! Gin, I was going to let you talk. Well, I just really wanted to hear you scream, but you've ruined that, now haven't you. Hey, Bella, is there a spell that will let me hear her scream in pain and discomfort and not allow her to talk back?"
"Tranquillus." Her voice was edged with joy.
"Thanks. Tranquillus! Now we've got that done with, I'm sure you have a few questions, Gin. I'm going to guess what they are, and you're going to let me know if I'm right or not, okay?" When Ginny gave no response, Hermione continued on. "Ginny. Not cooperating only makes things harder on yourself."
Hermione lowered herself so she was straddling the other girl around the stomach. "See this necklace I'm wearing, Gin? Isn't it lovely?" She looked up smiling, as though staring into space reminiscing. "Harry gave it to me a couple of nights ago. It cost him three thousand galleons. I told him that he should give it to you, but he felt otherwise. He said, and I quote, 'This isn't something I could just give to a random woman.' Then he put it around my neck. I'm sure you know, but he has wonderful hands. So warm. But enough about that."
By now Ginny was crying at the thought of the man she loved giving such an expensive and beautiful item to her best friend, without even giving herself a second thought. Hermione leaned over until their faces were so close they were almost kissing. "Want to know a secret or two?" she whispered, moving her lips to the frozen girl's ear, grazing her cheek along the way. "I'm a Death Eater." She then sat back up to see the full reaction these words would have.
She was not disappointed. First there was the flicker of disbelief. The girl glanced over to Hermione's arm, and upon not seeing the mark, became firm in the belief that her friend was under the Imperius. Seeing this look, Hermione pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her left breast. She cupped it in her hand, her thumb tenderly stroking the Mark. "Sorry, hun, I'm not under a spell. This was my choice." She covered herself back up before speaking again.
"Hmmm, I have one more secret to share with you, Best Friend," she swooped back down before continuing on in a husky voice. "I killed my parents." Ginny's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and horror before she threw up, with it falling down the side of her face and back down her throat, causing her to choke. Hermione spelled the bile away. "We can't have you die on me here, I haven't even begun yet."
She conjured a pair of scissors, and a muggle surgery kit that was a bit more than a hundred years old. Taking the pair of scissors, she cut Ginny's robes and the front of her dress until her entire torso was open to the air. The girl shivered, more at what was in all liklihood to come rather than at the sudden rush of cold creeping through her.
Taking a rusty scalpel from the kit, she held it up so her captive could see the instrument. She then lowered it to the girls chest and started drawing patterned of hearts and butterflies, the blood glistening in the candlelight. She drew a fat heart around one nipple and a lopsided star around the other, her free hand firmly holding each breast in place as the semi-blunt blade opened the skin up before she moved to the skin between them that resided mere millimeters over the bone where at the base of where the girls ribcage met.
Pressing the blade down harder, a stem appeared, complete with three leaves followed by the complex workings of a fully bloomed rose. Hermione then used her finger to smear the blood that had been oozing from the cuts to color inside the lines of the petals, spelling the skin to stay the stained color of the fresh blood inside the lines. Though tears were streaming down her face, Ginny seemed resolved to not scream despite all the wimpering and hissing she emmitted.
Hermone then sent the tickling charm at Ginny. Through the girl's convulsing, the scalpel moved from the nice, confined drawings on her chest, down to her stomach. A light swipe was placed against the whole of the area, but it came out jagged, cutting deep in some places and not at all in others. This time when the scream came, it was released, all high pitched and blood curdling like in the horror movies, seeming to last forever. A slow smile crept across Hermione's face, reaching into her eyes.
"That wasn't so hard, now was it, hon?" Three more swipes of the same manner and many screams later, Hermione leaned down and licked up a long stretch of the blood that was spilling across the body of the redhead, revelling in the copper tang of the surprisingly thin liquid. She then moved back up to the others face, licking the girls lips until she forced her tongue inside the mouth only to find the wall of Ginny teeth. She nibbled on the girls lower lip a little before prodding her tongue back into the other girls mouth. Eventually her teeth parted and Hermione jabbed her way into the cavity of the younger girls mouth, feeling the soft insides and in turn giving the taste of blood back to its source. Just when she was about to pull away, a set of teeth clamped down on her.
"You are going to pay for that, dear." Ginny had never seen such malice in anyone's eyes before; not even when the young Tom Riddle was slowly draining her life. "Crucio!" The pain was eveything that Hermione believed it should be; strong, forceful, and body shattering. Particularly when combined with the length she had been under the tickle charm.
Hermione rode Ginny as the pain washed through the girl in waves. By now the screaming had not only become incomprehensible, but also extremely hoarse, as though she had damaged her vocal cords. She was kept under the unforvigable until she passed out from the pain. Hermione then spent another twenty minutes performing complicated spells that would be impossible to be broken, even by the Dark Lord himself. Now all of the His requirements had been met. Ginny would remember everything that had happened to her but not be able to communicate any of it to anyone or anything. In addition, Hermione had put a spell on her that was inspired by the Imperius, making it so that Ginny would always act with her the way she had in the past so there would be no nagging questions as to why Ginny suddenly hated her best friend.

Hermione then stood up, turned to the woman in the corner who had been mysteriously quiet the whole time. "Alright, do your thing."

Bella then got on with her torture of Hermione in earnest, though she had been told to keep it to a minimum.

A/N--- the note Hermione recieved the night before the wedding told her that there was going to be an attack, she was to fight on the side of the light, though she was not allowed to shoot anything more damaging than a stun. She would be taken captive with another of Harry's friends, whom she would torture before being tortured herself. She would be left with just enough strength to apparate herself and another captive away to St. Mungo's, where both would seem to have their minds wiped. Oh, and though attacking the wedding was a smart tactical move due to all the Order members and aurors invited, the whole torture thing was purely for shits and giggles.