The heavy clang of a bolt securing the door in place, along with the dull glimmer of magic sealing it even further would have sounded like a death toll to those unfortunate enough to be left here. The room had been used for varying purposes, as Bellatrix recalled, not limited to interrogation. Sometimes they were simply left in here to starve, and sometimes they were used for a more... carnal sort of pleasure. The dark-haired witch cackled at the thought as she couldn't quite help but envision the look of absolute horror she would have no doubt been treated to had she even hinted at it. It was almost enough to offset the feeling of disgust that crawled through her skin every time she touched the filthy girl.<i>Almost.</i>Though now that the thought had burrowed its way into the back of her mind, she couldn't help but ponder on it...<br/><br/>"I'm<i>so</i>glad you asked." Bellatrix almost sang, as she clapped her hands together. She had tucked the brunette's wand away deep within the confines of her own tightly laced dress, but she kept her own flourished out in the open just in case her little captive tried to do something sneaky like escape on her. "Now, I do have many ideas. Little ones, mind you." She tapped a sharp nail against her chin in mock thought, her dark gaze roaming across the mud-blood's form, smouldering with what could only be wicked intent. With the younger witch utterly at her mercy, shes continued to stroke down her own pale cheek, savoring the brunette's defiance churning with fear. Though it was a familiar reaction, she had been going without these past few years. It was delightful to know that she still had that effect on people.<br/><br/>Bellatrix grinned toothily and slid forward, stretching her wand out at arms length, stopping only when the tip pressed against the undoubtedly pretty mud-blood's neck, sliding it against the pliant flesh and tapping it against the brunette's jawline before sliding it beneath her chin. The witch forced her captive's head up, almost as if appraising an animal for Best Mudblood in Show. That would be quite the sight. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light, clicking her tongue in thought before she sighed dramatically. "Don't look so gloomy, love. Smile a little." Her teeth flashed, the feral smirk possibly the stuff of nightmares as she cackled again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>