Drip, drip, drip, drip. Another drop of blood fell from her gaping wounds. Just one of dozens that lined her body. Her mind had left long ago, no longer feeling the pain or anything else that affected her really. A pair of light brown eyes entered her vision. The face lowered over hers filling her view even more. Suddenly the face disappeared as a hand with a silver knife now filled her view. In the opposite hand a clothe that had been previously white, now stained red with her blood from the knife. Red that filled the clothe that had wiped the knife each and every time it had mad a wound in her skin. Her eyes became empty once more as the scene left her vision.
"You know Bellatrix; I'm surprised that you're not enjoying this more. I thought you'd be happy to see your so called pureblood. Was I wrong? I mean the way you went on and on about it you'd think it was made of fucking gold or something. Are you disappointed to see your blood is as red mine dear Bella?"
At this point her tormentor was waving the silver knife around as she wound up into her tirade, as the tirade reached it's crescendo her tormentor slipped back into her line of vision as to emphasize her last point. "Red. Just. Like. Mine."
Her tormentor left her line of site once more as to attend to something not in her view. During all this time she never moved, never once gave the indication that she heard anything. But deep within herself she knew she would not survive this place when it was all over. Time meant nothing anymore. All she knew was she hurt and it was going to take quite a while for her to die.
Her tormentor filled her line of site again.
"You know Bella, may I call you Bella? Oh. It doesn't matter. The wonders a missing tongue can do. Anyway, Bella. You know what I've realized? You never really took the time to enjoy your torturing sessions. You know? "
"To learn to enjoy the screaming of your victims. The cacophony of pain as you tear them apart bit by bit. No Bella. You denied yourself these thing. It was always the instant gratification with you. A quick Crucio there, a violent Avada Kedavra here and you were satisfied."
Did you not want to burden yourself with their pleas? To see the light flee their eyes long before you decide to kill them? Oh my dear sweet Bella. I've learned to hear the notes in the way blood drips, to enjoy the performance each and every victim performed.
The music Bella. The glorious music of their cries. It's just too marvelous for words, And you. You were the best of all of them. Are you proud of yourself Bella? Do you enjoy giving me these delightful performances? I don't think I can ever get tired of your cries.
"But you Bella, you seem to be getting tired of performing for me. Why Bellatrix? Do you not enjoy putting on a show? Are you so selfish you would deny me these simple pleasures in life? Oh my sweet Bellatrix. Soon. Soon your curtains will close. But I need just one more performance. Please my beautiful one? Won't you give me one last show?"
Suddenly her tormentor smiled. They ran a hand through her hair. Softly as if she was a delicate doll. Her tormentor moved their mouth closer to her ear.
"You know what I love about being magical Bella?"
They continued stroking her hair softly as they whispered these words to her. Pausing as if she could respond.
"You know what I love about being magical Bella? I can slice you open and then put you back together again. "
They leaned back and smirked. "Isn't it just fun? Oh Bella." Her tormentor sighed."My sweet sweet Bellatrix. "
There was a maniacal glint in the eye of her tormentor. One that she was familiar with as it had been he own eyes plenty of times before. It was the look of a satisfied predator that had just finished playing with their prey and was now going for the kill.
"So close. Can you feel it Bella? Can you feel that the end is coming? Just once more. Just one more time for me my precious. And then your curtains close."
Her tormentor sighed and then pouted.
"Oh Bella. Bella, Bella, Bella. Can you feel it? The excitement? I can feel it. Don't you feel it too Bella? The thrill of a last show? How I've waited so long for this moment. How I've longed to make you mine. And mine you shall be. At last. And the only thing you'll ever see is the face of this Mudblood. Your precious Pureblood is so helpful now is it?
Her tormentor left her line of vision as if their feet couldn't bear to stand still. They went around the room looking for their wand.
"Ah Bella after your last performance you will be mine. This is the last time. I pwomise." They said the same baby voice that Bellatrix had used so many times in the past before.
"I think we should have one last practice today and then tomorrow will be your final show. Tomorrow I will brand you and make you mine, the cattle of a Mudblood. The property of Hermione Granger. "