A/N: Hellooo!
As always… this is about Bellatrix :)
Hope you enjoy.
P.S: this is a metaphor story thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
His Toy, His Doll.
He played with her mind until the threads broke and snapped. He pulled her hair until strands started coming out. He'd yank her clothes off until they tore and ripped. He moved her limbs around as he wished until the stitches started to become loose.
What he enjoyed most was that she'd act as he commanded.
Yes; she was his toy.
But toys tend to loose their attraction… and people tend to loose their interest in them.