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WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

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[attr="class","cbody"]She knew this was a situation where she needed to tread carefully. Coming in here at all had been a risk—turning herself in had been a risk, but she had done it anyway. It was the best way that she could think of to keep Dorian safe and, to her, that was more important than anything else. After everything that he had done for her, it was her job to keep him safe, and that meant turning herself in. That meant hoping that she could get through this conversation without implicating him and without getting herself killed. At this point, she had no way of knowing what one would be more likely.
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There was a better chance of her surviving this if she was more respectful. That much was obvious. But as much as she had an instinct for self-preservation at times, she knew that keeping Dorian out of this was going to ride on her ability to keep the focus on her. If she pissed off the Death Eater enough, he would hopefully end up so frustrated by her lack of response that he would just want her out of his sight. That meant frustrating him, it meant giving him the bare minimum of information and making it difficult for him to get what he wanted out of her. That would likely result in some torture, but she had been prepared for that walking in here today. Cami knew that she could handle it. She knew that there was absolutely no curse that he could throw at her that she wouldn’t be prepared for. Being registered and having a job as a test subject had meant daily torture—and even before that, violence had not been all that rare of an occurrence in her life. Not with her uncle, not in the life that had come after that.
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She would be able to get through that just fine. If she hadn’t thought that she’d be able to handle physical pain, then she wouldn’t have come here. She wouldn’t have risked it. But she knew that she could. Cami was certain that she could get through whatever the Death Eater could throw at her, without getting Dorian into any trouble. She would make sure of that. It was the only thing that mattered to her.
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She just had to balance the line between frustrating the Death Eater in front of her until he wanted her out of his presence and annoying him enough that he just decided to kill her. Without knowing much about the Death Eater at all, it was difficult to know just where that line would be. But since he hadn’t even cursed her or hit her one time yet, she thought that her odds of survival were likely relatively good. The most curse-friendly Death Eaters didn’t waste all that much time in inflicting damage. Most would have just for the snark she’d tossed his way already.
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Even as he spoke again and made his threats, she kept a straight face. Showing him that she was afraid of what he was capable of wasn’t going to do her any good. It was better, in her opinion, to show no fear. There were people that got off on that kind of thing, and she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. And she wasn’t afraid. He hadn’t given her a reason to be yet. “Nobody. My answer isn’t going to change, no matter how many times you ask the question.” She answered, keeping her voice even.
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JAR OF HEARTS

I LEARNED TO LIVE, HALF ALIVE

AND NOW YOU WANT ME ONE MORE TIME

There was a line, between what he could do here and what he wanted to do. Torturing her would have been the fastest way to the information that they wanted. But if they tortured her, they were going to have to kill her, and he didn’t want to kill her. Yes, she was muggleborn, but she was also a decent example. Even those that ran away, knew their place. She had come crawling back, for some reason that he hadn’t discerned yet, but they would get those answers too. He would get the answers that he wanted from her, even if he had to torture them out of her.

He knew that potions weren’t full proof. There were ways around them, but those ways were difficult, and came only from years of practice. They weren’t something that he expected to find a muggleborn girl. But if he was met with that resistance, he would torture her to find out what he wanted to know. He wasn’t above it. No, he was not Rodolphus Lestrange. No, cursing her hadn’t been his first action, though he thought that perhaps it should have been. If he would have, she wouldn’t have been so sassy now.

Instead he had tried once, and then twice, politely. Now he was going to force the potion down her throat and get the answers that he wanted. When she didn’t answer him, he did roll his eyes. Her answer would change, he would see to that. “You might not want to tell me. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to tell me.” Moving around his desk he opened the top drawer and withdrew a little vial. The truth serum was shiny in color, and he thought that if she knew anything about potions at all, she would know what it was.

“You’re going to drink this. And if you don’t swallow, I’m going to force it down your throat, and then cover your mouth and nose with my hand until you have to swallow so that I allow you to breathe.” There was no pomp or circumstance to his words. They were a simple laying out of fact. He would gag her and make sure that she was gasping for air as he questioned her. He would cut off her air supply magically while questioning her if she started to resist him again. He didn’t think that there would be any way to prove that kind of torture. Not if he let her go back to the hovel that was Kolna.

“So,” he stepped back towards her, but he didn’t hold the vial out. He wasn’t going to let her take it and try and smash it, or whatever plan he thought that she might have if he let her drink it herself. There was only one place the contents of this vial were going, and that was down her throat. Then perhaps there would at least be a little truth in her sass. “It’s up to you. Do you want me to force you to drink it, or are you just going to swallow like a good girl?”

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