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The woman was of course visiting the site of their first success, so when she arrived and noticed the door ajar, her eyes narrowed and her wand slipped free from its confines in her sleeve. She stalked forward, deciding to see who would dare disturb the site. After all, it had taken many tries to fine tune the runes in the circle to affect who they had wished, and everything could fall apart easily if the wrong people found it. Her eyes trained at the door, it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust and reveal the interloper. She sneered when she saw the scarred man inside, and decided he was going to be a problem. Casting her wand out, she hissed her spell. "Stupefy!" After all, no one should know that they had been experimenting on real people here, especially those of tainted blood.

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As she waited for the man to awaken, she debated what she should do with him. He was too dangerous to be left alive, but altogether too dangerous to kill. There would be others following, that was for sure. So she sat, waiting for the man to awaken. When he did, he demanded that she show herself. She slid partially into view, her eyes traveling over the scarred man and thinking about what he knew, or didn't know. "Hello little fly. Caught in the web, are we? Must be a sticky situation for you." A slight smile graced her lips. She couldn't leave him with the knowledge he knew. However, a little torment beforehand should dissuade him from coming here again.

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She smirked, the thought of his assumptions making chuckle of course. How thoughtful, him realizing that he was in a bad situation that was about to get worse. She couldn't allow him to leave, and killing him would mean that she would have all sorts of problems. However, keeping him for as long as she wanted was a viable option. She drew a knife, a smirk playing across her features. "How about you sing for me, little canary? Why are you here?" She punctuated her statement by stabbing down with the knife into one of his hands, her eyes hard and unforgiving. She would get the reason he came here, and then dispose of him. It was simple enough.

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The fact that the man seemed to for all intents and purposes be resisting the urge to scream was definitely one of the more annoying facets of this whole event. However, she wasn't all that disappointed. After all, she had figured that he wouldn't be one of those to immediately start spewing everything he knew. A slow smirk crossed her features, and she left the knife in his hand, circling him and appraising his predicament before she decided to get on with the next part of this. She reached out and patted his cheek, then trailed her hand down it. Removing her hand, she only gave him an appraising look before she stepped from his view again.

It wasn't moments later that she returned, dragging a young girl with her. The girl looked to be terrified, her face etched with the emotion. She was skeletal-looking, and bruises covered her small body. Nevertheless, the girl struggled against the grip of the older woman, and when she caught sight of the bound man, her eyes sought him out, trying to plead with him. The woman however didn't care. She threw the girl down, and then turned to face the bound man.

"So, you won't sing for me, hmm? How about another person? This girl, perhaps? After all, she is one of those that needs to be eliminated. Her parents," the woman shot a look across toward the pile of bodies, "Were amongst the unclean. Tainted, vile blood. I might be willing to spare her, however, that would require you to cooperate. Now, start singing, or this girl will fully feel why I despise her kind." She shoved a foot into the girl's side, eliciting a whimper from the child before turning her red gaze upon the man.

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The woman smiled, her lips turned upward in a bit of amusement. She was quite pleased, to say the least. However, he still didn't provide all the information she asked for. She tsk'ed and grabbed the girl's hair, ripping the knife out of the bound man's hand and holding it up to the girl's throat. She didn't even pretend to be gentle about it, and then proceeded to press the knife in, nicking the skin of the girl's throat and drawing blood. The girl whimpered and tried to back away, but the woman's grip was like iron.

"Now, dear sir, perhaps you should elaborate upon your answer, hmm? I don't know how long I can keep from pushing this in too much. After all, should my hand slip ever so slightly, it will be her blood on your hands, not mine. Choose wisely."

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There. All he needed was a bit of persuasion. She released the girl's hair, satisfied. Now she knew, and would ave to contact her associates to inform them of this. It was working beautifully, however, and she couldn't ask for something better. She stepped over the girl, her face growing closer to the man's own. "Perfect. That was all. Was that truly so difficult? I mean, I had to go all this way and stain one of my favorite knives." She pouted a bit, wiping the blade on the girl's ragged shirt before resheathing it. She eyed the man again. "It truly is a pity, you know. You could have left well enough alone. Now, you'll just fade away, like the rest of the filth of the wizarding world." With that, she turned on her heel and left, locking the door behind her. The sound of the lock turning could easily be a final nail in the coffin for those left alive inside.

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The girl was glad when the lady left, but then froze at the sound of someone speaking. She looked up and blinked. The guy was asking her to help? She swallowed heavily. What if the woman came back? She shivered, hen realized the guy was glaring at her. Her eyes went wide. With his scar, he definitely looked scarier than the lady did. She picked herself up and walked over to the man, her hands shaking as she reached for the ropes. Trembling fingers tugged at them for a few moments, when finally they fell away. She then stepped back, her eyes wide and fearful, hoping that this meant that he wouldn't hurt her.

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