Dolohov's figure came into her view, making her forget about the painful sting that the lights had upon her weak eyes as she pried them open, refusing to show weakness. There was no point in fighting back, as her entire body was under his control, but a longing spark had submerged from her body, pushing her to keep up with his movements, to stay awake for what he would make her endure. She already knew it would be painful. Mercy was not a word any Death Eater was accustomed to. They never relent. Pain and power were tied as a bond that could be considered unbreakable.