I've stood many times, staring up at my lovely dark lord… I'd die for him. I've already killed and tortured for him. He's driven me absolutely insane.

I get this tingling feeling when ever he touches me or my mark burns… I enjoy the pain because I know he's calling me. I'm hoping perhaps he's calling me alone… though that rarely happens. He only seems to look at me as someone to help him achieve his goal of taking over the world. When he succeeds, I wish to be his queen. Maybe then he'll take the time to love me back.

I've been in love with him since the first moment I saw him, introduced by sweet, weak husband. He was still handsome then… Every time I've kissed Rodolphus since, I've wished it was him.

I killed my cousin for him… that cousin who betrayed me and our entire family for filth, absolute filth.

Why will he not realize how I care for him? Why can't I figure out how he truly feels? There must be some softness underneath the merciless murderer who longs for the blood of a seventeen year old… does he view me as anything besides as a loyal servant who would gladly be his slave?

I remember Azkaban. The dementors stole away every thought of him… besides my hopeless love. His return was the happiest moment of my life. How I longed to throw my arms around him when I walked into that room after our escape from Azkaban. He praised our loyalty… oh how I wished he would have mentioned me in particular.

I was so proud when he trusted me with that sword… though I can but guess at what it is for…

Now the Potter boy and his mudblood friends have escaped under my watch. Why does Potter always have to get in the way? My lord is staring at me with sheer contempt and disappointment. I can barely hear his words through the mental cruciatus curse he is casting on my heart… something about having to stay in the mansion… he never thought I'd fail him like this… Failure… I've failed my lord….

I'm still standing in shock as the rest of the room empties… and we are left alone together. I burst into tears; streaming incoherent apologies… through my them I cannot see any forgiveness in his face before he turns and disapparates without another word. I am more broken then I have ever been… it's all my fault… and he doesn't love me.

A/N: I got the inspiration to write this while listening to "My Obsession" by the Parslemouths.. you should listen to it! I hope you enjoyed reading, and don't forget to review!