If she isn't successful, she'll end up as a breeding pet.

"Rose if you don't get me that mudblood. Well, then I might have to treat you as my own breeding sow." He laugh. Voldemort was sinister, looking at her as if she were a piece of meat ready to be impregnated over and over.

Rose didn't have a choice. It is killed or be killed in this war. She knew Voldemort was testing her. A game to determine if she is worthy enough to fight for his cause. But was it worth the cost? The killings and pain she has witnessed since becoming part of his inner circle are some of the most disturbing moments of her young life.

Rose couldn't think too much about it. Her brain went into overdrive, trying to come up with a plan. She needed help. Someone who would be willing to lend her a hand.

That person could be a fellow death-eater. Maybe she can convince Yaxley, or perhaps go crawl back to Worm Tail and get help from him, or ask Greyback to go join the attack. But no. She didn't trust any of those assholes. They didn't value her as their equal.

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