The more that Lana came out of it, the more she realized just how screwed she was. Her arms and legs were bound, leaving her spread eagle on a cold hard surface. From the smell of it, she was low, on a floor more than likely. And as her eyes finally worked to focus, she set her gaze upon someone leaning down over top of her, confirming her floor theory.
Kur fucking Mulciber. Of course. This would be a promising death. Promising of some seriously messed up torture more than likely. Lana had heard about what he had done to poor Mary MacDonald back at Hogwarts. She was sure his time after school hadn't improved his callow behavior.
As he stood over her, clearly mocking, Lana just took in a deep breath. Already having accepted her fate, she only had one thing to say to him. With a deep breath let out slowly, she spoke what would likely be her last words of meaning. "Je suis prest."