Traditions Before Freedom

It was nearing the two hour mark of my punishment when I finally screamed. I had been healed half way so they could start again on unblemished skin. What finally did me in was Dolohov using the Cruciatus while someone physically beat me with a conjured Beaters beat.

"Enough. Heal her and lock her in a room. Tomorrow we will test her sexual threshold. Lucius, she did hold up well. I am pleased with what you have taught her. She better do well tomorrow or it will be you who is punished."

Dolohov pulled me through whatever manor we were in until we reached a spare bedroom. Before healing me, his eyes took in the blood dripping from the numerous cuts and wounds on my body. I had noticed the connection between my pain and the erection he was sporting but I was worried of what he was going to do. He slowly licked his lips but did not move from his spot near the door.

"Tomorrow. I will take you tomorrow."

He healed me and transfigured a negligee for me to wear. The lock was engaged and several wards were placed around the door to keep me from escaping. I took a seat on a chair near the fire and stared into the flames. Sleep always eluded me after a punishment or lesson. I would be lucky to get any kind of rest before tomorrow. My father's lessons in the bedroom had been going on since I was 12 and he always had something new to teach but the one thing he had not taught, although mentioned, was something I hoped the Dark Lord would not make me do. With the number of Death Eaters in attendance, it did not bode well though.

I did not move from my seat on the chair. A house elf blinked in to stoke the fire and asked if I needed anything but I kept staring at the flames. Being the proper daughter and slave, I had not been told that I could ask for anything so I ignored the elf. I knew that this is my life but I never expected to be given to the Dark Lord and his followers. Yet, my father never offered me up; I was the one to suggest my stay. I could not have lived with myself if the others were put through what I have been through or will be through once the sun rises.

"Poor baby. Another day of pain, blood, and pleasure," Bellatrix Lestrange cackled from the doorway. "Well, get up. Clean yourself before you become the center of attention again. The Dark Lord has chosen a few to help out with your test."

Head down, I went into the bathroom and had a quick shower. I rubbed my skin raw and washed the dried blood out of my hair. Not a single scar from yesterday and I hoped it remained that way. That was one thing my father never did. He believed scars would diminish my value when it came to my betrothal contract.

Dressed in the negligee, I followed Bellatrix to the throne room. I walked to the center of the room and bowed low to the floor. I could make out five pairs of feet in a line before the dais. The rest of the Death Eaters were seated as if this was a show.

"My dear Evangeline. Your father has explained the routine you were taught in your lessons. You will go through the line before moving on to the next step. Each Death Eater has certain quirks and you will abide with what they tell you. If it is not up to par, you will be punished. If you cannot handle it, you will be punished. If you do as I command, you will be given certain rewards. Now prepare yourself."

I crawled over the floor to the first man in line. I stood and worked my fingers at removing his clothes. After each of the men were naked, I knelt in front of the first man and began working through the first step of the routine.