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Bellatrix woke up for half a month, from the first day to now, I insisted on dressing her myself every day, although she was shy at first and resisted my taking care of her like a child, but once I acted sad, she would squirm and indulge me.
"Why can't I dress you, I waited so hard for you to wake up, I almost thought I was going to lose you..." eyes a little red, hanging her head, taking advantage of Bellatrix's concern for her now "the only family she has left "Five years ago we were so sweet and trusted each other."
"Uh, I'm sorry...I didn't mean that, I'm just, I'm just not used to it, hermione, okay, okay, you can put it on me..." Bellatrix's white face crept a little pink, she took my hand, looking guilty and I don't know what to do proudly, black can also be guilty.
Then of course I had to make good use of Bellatrix's guilt. Guilt, trust and dependence are the best tools to use.
After a few months of training, my Bellatrix has naturally accepted my request to feed her, will allow me to give her a bath, and will learn to kiss me. ......... will sleep with me at my sweet talk.
I was such a successful teacher that I taught the aristocratic lady who knew nothing about sex after amnesia and had thin skin to become a beautiful woman who would use her body to please me, and I felt an almost overwhelming sense of satisfaction thinking of that formerly high, proud, unbeatable face stained with a tide of desire and that mean mouth couldn't spit out a complete word.
My Bellatrix, completely belongs to hermionegranger's Bellatrix, from the inside to the outside has left hermione granger's exclusive mark Bellatrix.