My Favourite Toy
"Such a sweet, innocent young man," the dark haired woman said as she ran an small and elegant hand down a blonde man's face. The man looked up and his blue eyes met her brown ones. "Don't touch me," the man hissed and struggled against the chains, which held him. "Don't try to tell me what to do," the woman said and as the words left her mouth, her hand made contact with his face, leaving a red mark on his cheek. "Stupid hag," the man muttered as the woman ran her hands down her slender figure, almost as though she hadn't done a thing.
"Such foul words," she whispered as if she was talking to a child, and turned to look at Ernie Macmillan. With a swift move she grabbed his, already bruised chin . For a second she just looked at him, a mysterious smile on her face. Bellatrix liked to toy with him, he always seemed to have something to say about everything, her little bookworm. "You are my favourite toy," she said calmly as she brushed her lips against his, but he pulled back, hitting his head against the wall.
"Why don't you just kill me!" the man hissed, almost as though the words were poisoned. "Now, what would be the fun in that?" Bellatrix asked mockingly and ran a finger down his chest. "If I'd do that, you'd be dead and I'd be without a toy. Poor me." She pouted and turned away as Ernie bit his tongue, not to say a word. She'd only enjoy it even more.
"Whoops, would you look at the time!" she suddenly said and hurried towards to door. "I have to go now, but I'll be back in no time! I won't neglect my number one toy!" She waved at him, but closed the door after that, leaving the young man alone in the dark,…