A/N: This is just a little, somewhat pointless story I wrote at about one in the morning a couple of days ago. There's not really a set time period for this, but I tend to imagine it happening shortly after the events in the Riddle Graveyard.
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Crucio
Part of him didn't understand why they couldn't just do what he asked.
Was it really so hard?
It was almost as if they enjoyed being punished.
What part of his instruction could they not understand?
The masked Death Eater writhed on the floor at his feet. The screams of pain echoing throughout the cold, silent night, cutting through the air so much more sharply than any weapon ever could.
He was their master. He expected so much better from his servants. He deserved so much better.
They were fools.
And now, so close to success, it seemed as if it was nothing more than one failure after another. It didn't matter how meticulously his plans were thought through, or how delicately they were carried out. They were foiled every time.
And every time it was their fault.
They made the mistake.
They paid the price.
This faceless follower was just one in a long, long line.
The sobbing mass kissed the hem of his robes, as he begged for mercy.
Yet it was pointless. He had none.
'Master….Please…It won't happen again…Please…I'm sorry…'
It was almost pitiful.
Almost
Nagini hissed into his ear as the corners of his mouth curled up into something that barely resembled a smile.
'I don't believe you.'
The words oozed like honey off his tongue. Silky smooth. Deliberate. Deadly.
The screams started once more, before he'd even raised his wand to mutter the incantation, but he didn't care.
That didn't matter.
Not at all.
'Crucio.'
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