"Now, where to start? So much pale skin to slice." Bellatrix clicked her tongue. "Maybe I will start with your pretty face... But then again, I know someone who thinks you’re quite lovely and has been trying to get his hands on you for a while. Wouldn’t want to ruin it for him. Tell me, Mudblood, are you a virgin?" The dark wand in the mad witch’s right hand flared up as she cast a silent spell and then an insane cackle of delight escaped her. "Oh, you are. How precious. Dolohov will owe me for this lovely gift. Yes, I think I will cut somewhere else. How about here..." Long nails tapped against her left sleeve.