Her nails dig into his cheeks, forcing him to turn towards her. He stared into crazed dark brown eyes that search through his grey ones, her grip tightened when she didn't find what she needed in them. Her lips turned into a snarl and she had thrown his head to the side. His cheeks stung because of this but he made no sound, because Sirius Black is used to this. Use to the pain and the being strapped down to a chair. But that doesn't mean that his body will become use to tight ropes that keep his wrists and legs still. It was just a game, a dangerous one at that.

"Who is she?" she hissed.

"Jealous?"

She smacked him, before grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his head back. He glared at her, but stopped from spitting in her face because she looked truly pissed off by the fact that another girl was talking to her Sirius. But he doesn't belong to anybody, he just enjoys playing the game. She stared at him, searching for any hint of emotion to give him away. But Sirius was skilled at having an unreadable mask, it was skill that all Blacks had learned from birth. She would know.

Since she was a Black as well.

When she realized that he wasn't going to give anything away, she hummed a menacing tune.

"I wonder what would happen, if she were to...disappear," She said coolly, waiting for a reaction.

Which she immediately gets, Sirius throw himself forgetting that he's tied down. Now it's his turn for his lips to turn into a snarl, and a wolfish growl rumbles out of his throat. She takes a step back and smiles cruelly.

"Don't you dare go anywhere need her, Bellatrix." Sirius spats out the name with hatred.

"As long as she's nowhere near you."

"You don't own me."

"We'll see about that." Bellatrix said in a sing-along voice, before leaving him alone in the room.