A firm deep voice called out, "Bindium maximum!"
Thick black chains, would wrap firmly around Bellla's torso and arms. Sliding along her legs to wrap them up tightly as well. Holing them almost painfully against the thick wooden chair legs. Thomas Alexander Longfellow removed the invisibility cloak. His dark sapphire blue eyes running over Bellatrix's body. His straw blond hair brushed back and in a mid back length ponytail. His dark green dragon hide coat missing, however the matching dueling gloves were on both his hands and lower arms. Fingerless after the second knuckle. The American dueling prodigy had recently taken the dark mark. His torso lean but definitely firm, he'd forgone the long and heavy robes most wizards wore wearing a simple elbow length sleeved shirt, and pants that reached just below his knees. The duelist had claimed the heavy robes drained stamina and added to a bodies strain. After a savage cutting curse at the face of a fellow recruit who'd insulted him the matter had been dropped. His wand, black polished ebony wood gently traced under Bella's chin where it met her neck. He'd mentioned in passing that the core was Dragon's blood, with a few drops of unicorn's blood. Powerful at curses, Jinxes and defensive spells. The grip was dragon's Ivory, and wrapped in a black dragon hide, to those who knew what to loo for the want and wizard who wielded it reeked of power. Not quite as much as Voldemort but definitely worthy of a higher rank then "Rank and file minion".
The pure blood pulled out a muggle pocket knife using his thumb to open it he said, "I'm afraid we're at an impasse, Miss Lestrange, I can't kill you. However, Malfoy said if I wish to enter the inner circle, I had to defeat one of the wizards currently present in it. I chose you because your the biggest, and baddest present, only to realize if I killed you Voldemort would probably kill me or torture me and that would suck. Thus, I came up with another idea, a way to prove I bested you, and yet leave you alive."
The knife came up severing the buttons on her corset, gently using the tip of the knife he spread it. Whistling at what he saw. Looking at her, he said, "Tell me Bellatrix, when was the last time you were taken by a man?"
