Nod along not fighting back

"Of course, Bellatrix," Rose said, her voice placid, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her. "You are, and always will be, the Dark Lord's most faithful. I am merely... a tool for his cause."

She then walked away from the seething witch and approached the main table where Voldemort sat, his fingers steepled before him, watching the entire performance with an air of supreme satisfaction.

Voldemort's red eyes gleamed. "Very good, Rose. You see? Your place is not to fight, but to submit. To serve. And tonight, you will serve in a new way." He gestured to the center of the room, where a low, ornate chaise lounge had appeared, seemingly from nowhere. It was upholstered in black velvet, looking like a sacrificial altar.

"Tonight, you will demonstrate your submission," Voldemort continued, his voice carrying over the sudden, hushed silence of the hall. "You will lie upon that chaise, and you will receive the... congratulations... of my most loyal followers. A physical testament to your new role. Greyback, since she has chosen you as her mate, you will begin. Show them all how you greet your broodmare."

A murmur of anticipation and cruel excitement went through the crowd. Rose's blood ran cold. This was a new level of humiliation, a public spectacle. She looked at Greyback, and saw the raw, predatory hunger in his eyes. He was enjoying this. He was proud to claim her in front of everyone.

With a sense of detachment, as if watching someone else, Rose walked to the chaise lounge and lay down upon it, her head resting on the padded arm, her body on display.

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