"I’d like to keep your mind clear little  mouní,  so I'd prefer to not use the cruciatus on you again" he whispered, his voice deadly. "But if you don’t do what I say, I won’t hesitate to bring your friends here to kill them in front of you. Spilling pure magical blood would be a waste though, no?" He asked, yanking Hermione’s neck to the side to meet her eyes. 