Tease,
There is something about the word,
Bellatrix cannot describe,
A satisfaction,
The desperate yearnings of insanity,
Her body tingles,
Simply Electrifying,
Sparks ignite as the writhing continues,
The torture within the game,
Eyes wide open,
Fear, Pain, Anguish,
The pleasure overwhelms her,
The lights from her wands explode even brighter now,
Her victim's screams fill the air,
Spasms of agony wrack his body,
Twitching and thrashing,
Euphoric enlightenment.
She is blinded by an impassioned greed,
Cruelty in its truest form,
She sends up her master's mark into the night,
As the man's dying screams slowly fade into oblivion,
Bellatrix comes down from her high,
Her body relaxes,
The wand-light dies;
And the rush subsides,
Bellatrix Mentally shakes herself,
It is time to move on to the next.
