Lily felt her stomach tie itself in knots when she heard her that terrible cackle. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for what was to come.
When she opened then again, Bellatrix was standing in front of her, a dagger in her hands. It caused Lily's heartbeat to jump up and she couldn't say anything for a moment. What was she going to do? Did she tie her up in this chair only to kill her now?
As her hair was yanked back, she cried out, but gritted her teeth against it. She wanted to hear that. She had a feeling Bellatrix was a little demented and fed off the weakness of others. Do not be weak.
"Why do I have the feeling it will not be a kind of play I will like?" she hissed, her eyes staring straight ahead. There was no point in giving this woman any kind of conversation. She couldn't buy herself more time or try to win her over with pity. She could only pray that what Bellatrix had in mind wouldn't cost her her life.