"The girl is awake" the voice called. It echoed across the chamber beyond, quelling the chatter that had begun to rise. The clunk of a heavy lock sounded, followed by the scraping of the heavy door against jagged rock. More masks appeared beyond the doorway, each wearing identical robes, eying Hermione's naked body with particular relish. She hunched to cover herself further in terrified humiliation. "Vrómiko aíma"  a voice spat at her, dark eyes glaring at her beyond the mask.  Dirty blood. 