Written for Hopscotch.
Prompts: horror (genre), Voldemort/Lucius (pairing), dagger (word).
Lucius felt the dagger pierce his skin, it was his punishment for failure.
It didn't matter that he was one of those that shared the Dark Lord's bed, he still was just as equal as every other Death Eater.
Maybe Bellatrix was favored slightly above the other Death Eaters and the few the Dark Lord had chosen as lovers but Lucius hadn't been.
He was in pain, but he didn't scream or whimper, it would only anger the Dark Lord more. Any sign of weakness would not now or ever be tolerated.
This was just a warm up before the night was through the level of pain and suffering he would have inflicted on him would be so much higher. The blood that oozes from the newest cut would seem like a paper cut.
The worst bit would be when it was over an was body was bloodied and bruised, aching, he would crawl on his knees with what strength he left and beg for forgiveness.
And when the Dark Lord gave it Lucius would eagerly accept it almost like a child getting the long awaited praise from the parent they could never praise.