AUTHOR'S NOTE: Graphic imagery of blood and gore. May be disturbing to some. Written for Lady Bellatrix on a spur of the moment.
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-RATED M FOR A REASON-

Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?

"On your knees," he ordered calmly, she dropped quickly, her once porcelain skin now bloody and bruised she was almost thankful, "Tell me, say it again, I want to hear you say it."
"I love you," she choked out in barely a whisper, blood down her lips, pouring down her chin and neck.
He'd bust her lip her hours ago. How she was still conscious he had no idea, but now his voice grew angry, "Louder."

Rage in the cage and piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way to bring the giant down.

She was a masochist, she enjoyed every slap, every last scratch and bruise as he threw her at his vile friends while telling them 'do as you please, the girl's crazy and her mind isn't right'. The thickness in his trousers was almost making it impossible not to use her again, he didn't care for her sanity, no he'd taken that from her months ago now.

Defunct the strings of cemetery things,
With one flat foot on the Devil's wing.

"Who do you belong to?" His asked, fingers ran through her hair, slowly, before gripping the dark curls in a large fistful.
"You, my Lord." She answered while on her knees, looking up at him.
"Who owns this body?" He growled lowly, licking his lips.
"You, my Lord." She answered once more, quietly this time, her full lips pouting slightly as his fingers lightly left their trail down her cheek, smearing the blood on her skin.

Crawl on me, sink into me, die for me...

"Kill for me." He told her, she did exactly as he said, she woke in a pile of bodies, the rotting, mangling corpses rotting underneath her. Her fingers were covered in what could only be parts of their bodies. She'd torn them open, exactly as he said. Her throat was dry, and as she coughed, she spat blood. The metallic taste let her know exactly what she had done to these people after torturing them.

Raping the geek and hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice on a sentimental noose

"I own your mind. Open up to me." His wish was her command, she did exactly that. He pulled from her the darkest of thoughts, the things she had done, places she'd woken up, 'do it again' he told her over and over as he tore into her mind, raked her every last horror worse than anyone could. He tortured her mind by opening up the secrets she had locked away, left her for the dead after he was done, he wanted to remind her of the things he could do to her.

Operation filth, they love to love the wealth
Of an SS whore making scary sounds

"Pledge your allegiance." He said. Her arm outstretched. The physical pain of it had her legs crossed, her heads tilted back, her breath quickening, her body reacting indifferently to anyone else had. He'd truly ruined her mind; her every last thought was in his possession, he'd broken her in. The indestructible woman.

Blood on her skin, dripping with sin. Do it for me, living dead girl.