The Unseen Danger

"Shower now." He points his wand to her then the bathroom. She slowly gets up. He grabs her hair rushing her across the floor. He forces her into the shower.

"Get in there. Face me." He slaps her across the face." Face me I said." she lifts her head up turning her face to him.

"Open your mouth." She cringes.      

Not this again she thinks but does what she is told. He starts to piss in her mouth all over her face in her hair. It runs down her body and burns her eyes ,her cracked lips, and her cuts. Her tongue stings. His piss taste like onion in her mouth. She coughs. The smell of his piss overwhelming. Nausea hovering over her. She struggles to keep from crying. Hiccuping and sobbing as he reaches for the cold water nob. He showers her face with the cold water.   

"Would you like to take a bath?"  

"Yes, Master Bane." she croaks out trying to keep the contempt out of her voice. Her anger has been eating her alive but she can't act on it. She has to turn it into a cold rage. She can't stand another round with him.  

He puts the stopper in the tub. "Adjust the water to your liking and use this muggle shampoo. The soaps and get ready for bed." he picks it up and hands it to her. Pointing his wand at the soap in the holder at her left side.

"You may also want this." He lays a clear vial to her side on the tub rim. "Up to you."   He sits down on the toilet watching her. She decides to drink it. He starts talking.

"I have a curse all my own and I was wondering. Well maybe I should give you a background on it to help you decide. The Dravidia curse so named for the culture the first person I used it on came from. Causes the person to become a sexual predator they will brutalize people at random with their drives strongest for the people they care for most. Relative and close friends being the instant targets. Their drives becoming more intense over time building up within them causing them to do so more frequently. ___  

Shut up and leave me be. Hermione thought. This guy is so sick and brags about it. Somebody get me out of here. My mind seems to be recording every word he says and I don't want to hear it. I DON"T WANT TO HEAR THIS!.  She puts her head in the water but it only makes him louder sounding.       

__The only person to ever break it was that Dunderhead Coot Dumbledore. He would have killed himself after what he put them through to cure it but Snape stopped him. Well doesn't matter. He's dead now anyway.  Who have thought Snape would really go through with it. Maybe he really is on Tom's side. Been spying for him all along. I always thought he was on the Coot's side myself." He draws on his cigar blowing the robust spicy smell threw the air. Hermione noted that he had changed cigars.

“So that in light which one of the Weasley twins would make a good target for the curse?" he pauses for an answer.   

"Well?" She whimpers at him.  

"It does not matter who you pick I've already picked the targets. I'm just asking you who you think would make the better target. I want an answer."  

"Fred." she sighed.  

"That's what I thought to. I still have not made up my mind entirely which Weasley to use. Seeing they all seem straight as arrow I don't think it makes a lot of difference which of the males I use. Of course I am not sure about Percy he seems to do most anything to get ahead in his position at the Ministry.I always thought Gryffindors were full of it. Just as ambitious    if you ask me and even worse bullies. Do you happen to know him well, Percy?"  

"No." uhh thought Hermione this guy rapes your body and digs into you soul. I'm starting to feel sorry Bellatrix. I ponder that years with this guy would drive anyone insane. He's not going shut up. He's a talker. If only I could stop giving him my full attention. I'm starting to get a head ache on top of my other pain.  

He gets up and goes to recline on the sofa. Turning back "Get cleaned up. When your ready to head for bed drain the tub.__    

There is short silence then  

__"Damn, their are fleas in this house. Don't muggles have pest control." he snips.

" And they got a flea bag sitting atop the sofa. Did you chose a cat?"      

"Yes."   

"Figured you did. Walking fur ball. Pathetic pet choice." There's a shot sounding,  the kind that comes from a particular set of jinxes, from the living room and a hiss from the cat.   Hermione sighs. She grabbing a wash rag hanging on the metal hand bar in the bath. Taking some time getting her mind together. Suave shampoo says ocean breeze on it and the conditioner strawberry. The soap smells of peach.  The soap sends her cuts sting in pulses of pain. She notices a whip lash across bleeding on her inner thighs that he never made with the whip. The water in the tub had turned red with blood. She starts to think of the magic he used to inflict pain. She remembers her cheek and she could tell he was holding back on the spell when he cast that hex. She turns on the cold water tap soaking the rag and dabs her swollen red breast with cut across them in even lines. She finishes up drain the tub. Gets out and starts drying off. In the mirror she sees herself. There are bruises were he kissed her neck and shoulders hard. Her cheek still reddened though the burn was gone. Her lip bleeding openly. There are several cuts across her breast some had started bleeding again. Though her nerves and muscles had relaxed. Some from the bath some from the potion he left her she thought. She was bleeding more. Her sides are bruised bad. Both look purple and blackish blue. She can't even look anymore. Not wanting to see the rest of the damage. She drags the ropes he left attached out of the tub. She turns her back being careful not to look in any other mirrors. She picks up a damp rag holding it tight to her lips, then breast, and Inner thigh enough to stop the bleeding.