What exactly had They done to her that was unforgivable? Yes, They had locked her up, were keeping her here, wasting many of Their own moments in service to educating her in the regulations and miasma of their Feudal little society. Nothing had been torture unless she gave in and counted those moments where They would push so much of Their magic into the air that she could do little more than dance like the puppet They wanted and moan beneath the pressure. There had been no torture, not unless she counted the magic-drunk liaisons that Bellatrix kept initiating or the powerful glyphs She continued to carve into her skin.