Author's Note: Written for Challenge #02 – "Cue Evil Laugh" – on writerverse.

Write from the villains' point of view.

)O(

The act of torture was infinitely more pleasurable than the act of murder.

A murder, to Bellatrix's mind, was over far too quickly to be worth anything. Two little words, and your victim lay still and empty upon the ground. Where was the fun in that? Where was the artistry?

She preferred to let her victims suffer, so that she could watch them. Hold a man under the Cruciatus Curse for long enough, and Bellatrix could swear that you could see them dying slowly. She liked to watch them break, observe how their body began to go limp, how the lights began to fade from their eyes, and watch them struggle for their last few breaths before they collapsed, worthless and spent upon the ground before her.

The Dark Lord rushed his murders so. Always over in a second, always hurried, always for some purpose beyond the mere pleasure of taking life. He took no opportunity to enjoy it.

Such a pity.

But it was his loss.

)O(

Fin