Alecto stared up at the taller girl as she prevented her from leaving. To be honest, Alecto wasn't sure why she was here. The immediate answers that popped into her brain weren't ones she could give a prisoner of the war. Because this girl reminded her of herself years ago. Because she had a daughter about her age and the thought of anything happening to her made Alecto lose her mind. Because sexually abusing women, mudblood or not, was not what she fought for.
Instead Alecto just flicked her wand again, literally shoving the girl away from the door. With a flippant shrug, she found an acceptable answer. "Because your complaining is tiresome. If you happen to get tortured at the hands of one of the others, it will just get worse."