"Crucio!"
Flickers of red shoot from her wand, but nothing more. She feels her muscles lock in place, bracing for the punishment that she has come to expect.
A hand on top of hers, cold as ice. Tracing the pattern, murmuring the incantation. She forces herself to stop trembling. She wants to pull away, yet she is drowning in the sound of his voice, his breath on her neck. His touch…
She would never forget.
"You have to want to hurt them."
"Crucio!"
Their screams echo off the walls. She looks up into his face; he smiles.
"Very good, Bella."
