"The Dark Lord wishes for us to  break  you. Daphne convinced us that kindness would be enough to turn you, but I’m afraid that method is not yielding proper results." The words felt like fire on her ears. Her hands explored the areas he had touched her. How ironic that the hands that caressed her cheek were the same ones to leave bruises around her throat. He grabbed her roughly around her upper arm, tugging them back into the whirl of apparition. 