He's supposed to love me, supposed to honor ME! I am his most faithful! I press my feet down on the boy's scrawny chest,
"I am his most..." I am cut off for a moment by his strangled cries - "faithful!"
I lighten my hold on his chest, because I can see he wants to say something. A part of me hopes that whatever he says will at least be original or entertaining. To my dissappointment he only manages to grind out a weak, "."
"Get OFF?" I cackle, "Get off, POTTER? Why on Earth would I do that??" I screech at him, bouncing my booted foot on his breast bone playfully, roughly.
"Because," he moans, "because I know you don't want to do this..."
I consider this for a moment, humouring him, then move away from the boy in two swift backwardspaces. When he makes a move to get up, I smirk, stupifying him.
"Of course! Of COURSE I want to do this POTTER! I have NO CHOICE!"
"But you do have a ch-choice." Potter stutters out, curled up on the floor pitifully. I smirk down at him,
"No I don't. No! Because it's all about YOU, Potter. Everything's about the precious Brat-Who-Lived. I LOVE HIM! I love him, and all he can think about is destroying YOU!"
Potter stares up at me with priceless wonderment and horror, as I brandish my wand with glee, moving towards him again.
"If the Dark Lord wants you to break, then I'll be sure I'm the one to break you. I must make him understand ..."
He begins squirming around, desperately struggling to get upright, like a trapped rat.
I stare down at him passively, as if considering my actions. Though I already know what I'm about to do...
"no please! Don't - don't, DON'T! Please..."
"CRUCIO!