A note- I don't own much and I offer a trigger warning for torture.
Bellatrix inhaled sharply.
This was her test. Her first contribution for the greater cause. She couldn't let the cause down after all. She couldn't let him down.
She was wearing robes cut in with the highest fashion, her wild curls spilling out of a bun. She was an uncommon beauty, with a regal nose, high cheekbones and full lips. Beautiful and yet undeniably with something repulsive about her.
The filth was lying on the ground. It's (for it wasn't worthy of being called a human) had been roughly tied and dragged around as one could tell from the state of its arms and tattered robes. It's eyes were a pale blue and it had blonde hair.
"P-please!" It choked out as if it were allowed a voice or opinion.
It received a light kick in the ribs for its insolence. Her comrades took this as a sign of dismissal and headed out. It squirmed as the last death eater went out closing the door with a bang. The nightmare had begun.
Bellatrix pointed her wand at the filth and it laughed. Laughed at her face. She let out a scream. How dare anything-
"CRUCIO!"
The muggle screamed, pain rippling through its nerve endings. Bellatrix felt as if something had punched her gut. The curse seemed to affect her too. It was a burning feeling, eating away at her piece by piece. She wanted to feel that again.
Pain and hunger were similar in their ability to come over one in waves. The tide was getting low again and a trickle of blood was coming out of her lips. She needed to cast it again.
"Crucio," her voice rolled over the spell and the filth screamed again.
She was quicker in recasting it this time.
The dark lord would be pleased. He would be very pleased indeed. She wanted to prove it to him. Prove that she was better than Rodolphus or Rabastan or Lucius. She tried not to think about the screams. It wasn't that they repulsed her as she should've been. She should feel bad. But it was so... Fun!
The power to kill a man was nothing compared to this. This was her liberation. The screams were dying.
"Crucio!" There, that was better.
And again- just for the sake of it.
The torturing continued. Screams mixed with a contrasting sound. Laughter.
Not the hushed, hand-on-your-mouth polite giggle, but laughter. Loud snorts and cackles and the out-of-control shrieks of glee. She didn't know that the laughter belonged to her, but it was what it was. The dark lord had done it. He'd given her the power. The power to cause pain.
And she shall serve him for life.