"Oh, I don't think so." Bellatrix laughed unkindly, the sound bubbling over her lips like a toxic brew over a cauldron and just as dangerous. "Letting you go would be the last thing I want." There was nothing gentle or reassuring about the dark haired woman, and it was evident in the way she gave no thought to the strength in which she gripped her captive's wrist tightly along with some of the more obvious tells. If she tightened her hold any more, there may have even been the possibility for broken bones. The thought made her grin, running her tongue over her teeth as the mud-blood writhed in her grasp. It wouldn't be so easy, however, and Bellatrix had no intention of letting her go. Even if it meant Stupefying the girl in public -- not that it would make a difference here in Knockturn Alley. It was entirely the brunette's own fault for being just at the right place at the right time. Which suited her just fine.<br/><br/>They continued walking through the crowd, with Bellatrix practically herding the smaller girl forward deeper into the shady alleyway. She was pressed up against the younger witch's back with her wand's tip pressed firmly against the small of the brunette's back. Her warm breath would have tickled the other's ear, far from minty fresh as she continued to speak in lowered volumes. "You just happened to catch me in a good mood, mud-blood." They traipsed past Borgin and Burke's to which Bellatrix gave not a second glance, nor did she spare even a passing thought to the Coffin House only a few shops down. The various doors that lead to places beyond Knockturn Alley was a mystery to many of those in the Wizarding World. She knew that the Death Eaters, along with the Dark Lord, were the few that were privy to such information.<br/><br/>Her grip tightened slightly as the Dark Lord's face came swelling up in her mind; this girl, the one before her, was responsible for his downfall and Bellatrix could not help but wonder why she had not blown her into bloody bits. But as quick as the question came, the answer soon presented itself: Bellatrix wanted to make the filthy mud-blood squirm. While she vividly recalled the way her dagger had etched a crude, bloody tattoo in the girl's arm (briefly contemplating checking if the scars were there), she was done with that kind of mindless torture. She enjoyed it, but Bellatrix never did the same thing twice. Besides, it was difficult to ignore the fact that the brunette had matured relatively well... though the unpleasantness of the thought soon made itself clear on her visage and was quickly swept away as they neared the end of their journey. A sturdy wooden door stood before them, lower in height than average but Bellatrix was pleased to see it was still there and intact.<br/><br/>"See this?" She spoke as she dragged the girl around, twisting her arm almost painfully as she quickly flicked her wrist towards the door to open it whilst maintaining her grip. "This is where we put all the bad muggles in their place." Using the end of her wand again, Bellatrix lifted the girl's cloak to seek out the mud-blood's own wand and snatched it away before shoving the brunette into the room and following after her quickly. Two or three torches flared to life but the room was stone cold and empty; its entrance hid away the surprisingly high ceiling but the room in and of itself was a dungeon. Bellatrix smirked. "Disgusting little mud-bloods too."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>