AN: For the Sherlock Competition (Part 1, Prompt 5:Write about someone who doesn't know when to stop).
"Crucio!"
Her screams are sweet, dancing through Bellatrix's ears and sending a thrill of excitement through her body.
"Crucio!"
"Bella," Rodolphus warns, and Bellatrix has to resist the urge not to turn her wand on her husband.
She takes a deep breath, nudging the other woman with her foot as Barty takes his turn with the husband.
"You know, don't you, Alice?" Bellatrix says, her voice dangerously sweet. "Of course you know! Where is he? Where is the Dark Lord?"
"I don't," Alice rasps out in trembling tones, not for the first time. "I don't know!"
Bellatrix scowls, quickly losing patience. "Crucio!" she screams, and Alice convulses on the floor again, limbs twisting into grotesque angles. "Crucio!"
She screams it again and again, losing herself in the bliss of another's pain. Pain that she has created. Pain so beautiful, so sweet.
"Crucio!"
Hands grip her arms, and Bellatrix growls. "Enough!" Rodolphus says firmly.
"It's not enough!" she snaps, pulling out of his grasp. "Crucio!"
But there are no screams this time, save for Longbottom sobbing his wife's name in cracked tones.
Bellatrix lowers her wand, scowling. The light has faded in Alice's eyes, and she stares blankly at the ceiling, limp and murmuring something about a baby.
"Too much, Bella," Rodolphus says, backing away.
Bellatrix turns her wand on Frank, forcing Barty and Rabastan to move away. "Can't have this one talking, can we?" she laughs. "Crucio!"