"Please!" she begged. "Have mercy! Have mercy!" Marissa started to cry.
"Oh, fine, just this once. Do not expect me to spare your pathetic life ever again, girl," he muttered, shaking her off as she began trying to kiss his shoes. "Never let it happen again," he said angrily.
"No, sir. Never. Never again." Marissa giggled in fear and cowered on her knees.
"That is all," he said, turning around.
"What was that all about, Master?" Bellatrix Lestrange asked, Apparating beside him and walking with him down the long hall.
"Just some silly girl I found no use for." Voldemort laughed humourlessly.
"You know, I always have uses for useless things, Master," Bellatrix purred.
"We needn't torture, Bella. Too addictive."
"Yes, Lord," Bellatrix sighed, looking down. "I need a new hobby," she mumbled.
"You could take up knitting," Voldemort offered. "I do need some new slippers," he added, looking down at his old worn black ones with fuzzy green snake designs on the fronts.
"May I borrow some galleons to purchase my supplies, sir?" Bellatrix asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Do you not have any of your own?" Voldemort sighed. Bellatrix kept batting her eyelashes and gazed up into his eyes, so eventually he gave in. "Here," he grumbled, handing her a handful of galleons and about 10 knuts.
"Thank you, Lord!" Bellatrix exclaimed and Disapparated.
"Hmph," he grumbled, trudging down the hall, companionless.
"Sewing, sewing, all this live-long day. Needle through, thread it through, sewing all day long!" Bellatrix sang as she read the book on how to make slippers and sewed. "Green…where is my green yarn?" she asked herself.
Then, a set of footsteps pulled her out of her trance.
"Bella," Severus Snape barked, seeing what she was doing. "Knitting?" A disgusted look grew on his cruel face and his nose wrinkled in distain.
"The Dark Lord requested some new slippers, Severus," Bellatrix sneered.
Snape shrugged and walked away.
"Yea, you walk away. We both know you wish you had my knitting skills," she laughed.
Snape turned back around, poked out his tongue at her, and proceeded stalking away.
"My Lord?" Bellatrix said a few days later, holding a bag behind her back, seeing Voldemort asleep in his comfy chair.
"Hmm? What is is?" he mumbled, turning back over.
"I have a present for you!" she exclaimed, holding out the bag.
"For me?" he whispered, half-asleep still.
"Well, won't you open it?" she demanded, shaking the bag in front of his face, the tissue paper inside waking him up further.
"Oh, fine, fine, just let me rest when I'm done," he groaned, taking the bag from her and tearing the tissue paper. Inside, near the bottom of the bag, was a pair of thick black slippers with a green design along the sides. He pulled them out and stared at them admiringly. "Wonderful," he mumbled tonelessly, pulling them on and falling back asleep with the bag on his lap.
Bellatrix grinned and Summonded a blanket, placing it over him. "I love you, milord," she whispered, walking away.