Note:
-I don't own anything from HP.
-English is not my mother-tongue so I would appreciate any comment about my spelling/grammar(beta reader maybe)
-characters might not act the same as in the book
-the story holds no special message nor is it written for a reason other than pure boredom. I just wanted to show a bit of Voldemort/Bellatrix relationship which is very one-sided. By that I mean Bellatrix is obsessed with him while he thinks of her just as one of his followers. That is at least my view on them from the books...any other interpretation you have, do let me know:)

The story: It takes place after the fight between Dumbledore and Voldemort in the Ministry. The prophecy was broken and Voldemort had to escape. Before leaving he also took Bellatrix with him and now she must face the consequences of a mission that failed….

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his perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain
demands devotion atrocities done in his name.
(Nine Inch Nails-Heresy)

The last thing Bellatrix remembered was seeing her Master grabbing her by the wrist and the moment after she found herself on the cold stony floor. From her lying position she looked fearfully at the unmoving figure standing above her. The Dark Lord was looking remarkably like a marble statue dressed in a black cloak. His white face displayed no emotion what-so-ever and Bella couldn't see his eyes from her position which only deepened her feeling of dread. It was a common knowledge between the Death Eaters that when their Lord is furious at you for some reason, his red eyes dig holes into your skull and the torture begins the moment you drop your gaze. But when he doesn't even look at you…well, in that case you would be far better off in Azkaban or dead even.

Bella knew this and it didn't help her feel any better. The mission in Ministry was a complete failure for them and now she was the only one who would be the victim of Voldemort's anger. For a single moment she wished she could be back in the Ministry tied up with the rest of the Death Eaters.

"Bella." The voice was quiet yet displayed no emotion.

Bellatrix tensed and tried to make herself as small as possible.

Voldemort turned towards her, wand pointing just above her eyes.

As he spoke his voice was but a mere whisper yet the woman on the ground felt as though he was cutting her skin with icicles. "I am sure you remember Bella, how long have I been planning today's event?"

He received only a timid nod in reply.

"And I am certain I told everyone what will happen if you fail?" His snake-like eyes narrowed when she didn't respond.

"For 15 years I've been trying to hear the whole prophecy and this year my plan was perfect. No one believed I regained my power, the ministry helped me greatly here and I had Potter under complete control. I sent you all to bring me that prophecy. It was a simple task, or so I thought, to get a small item from a teenager. But I guess even such tasks are too difficult for you. Not only were you defeated by the Order, you also managed to break the thing you were sent there for. I am most displeased with your performance today Bella…now for the punishment. "

Bellatrix closed her eyes as Voldemort waved his wand and wordlessly cast a spell.
Her body started shaking and her face grew darker shade of red as she tried to restrain herself from crying out. She was in agony.

The Dark Lord ruthlessly smiled at this display relieving all of his anger through his wand on the woman at his feet.

This was no ordinary Cruccio, Bellatrix felt its effect many times in the past but it never hurt as much as it did this time. As hard as she tried, she couldn't control herself anymore. Her screams echoed around the dark room unheard by anyone except the one who brought her to that point in the first place. Through all the pain she saw a pale hand reaching towards the Lord and with utter surprise she realised it was her own.

Voldemort looked disgusted at her action and stepped back a little so her hand grasped only the cold air. He held the spell for a moment longer and then finally lifted it.

A cold silence embraced the room. Bella's body was still shaking but now from the effort to lift herself. As she finally managed to do so she looked around the room, carefully avoiding the direction where the Dark Lord was standing. A timid light was penetrating the endless darkness from above and with horror she realised they were in the dungeon of their quarters... or as the Death Eaters called it-The Room of Confessions. Usually they led traitors here on the orders of Voldemort and tortured them until they either died or revealed every bit of information they required.

A cold voice brought her back to present. "I see you recognised the place. Good."

He flickered with his wand and several candles lit up, giving the room more sinister look. The room looked remarkably like the torture rooms, Muggles used in the Dark Ages to get the truth out of people they believed to perform magic. The idea belonged to the Dark Lord showing full extent of his sense of irony. He, of course, could use only magic to get the truth out but he preferred slower, more painful ways and the atmosphere here was much more agreeable for this cause then just an ordinary room and a wand.

Voldemort's face now stretched in an unnatural smile. "Shall we continue?"

He raised his wand once more but before he could cast a spell Bella threw herself at his feet and grabbed him by the end of his cloak.

"I…I'm sorry Master. It wasn't my fault! We were outnumbered by the Order and Lucius…" She wanted to continue but Voldemort cut in.

"Lucius will soon enough get what he deserves I guarantee that." His voice became colder as he continued. "He disregarded my orders on several occasions and I have something special planned for him."

Voldemort's eyes were aflame as he turned his gaze towards her again and Bellatrix knew it is far from being over for.

Before she could say or do anything else, a pain struck her again. She was thrown backwards and felt her skin ripping on several places. Through tear-stained eyes she could see Voldemort wearing a sadistic smile as he made several more cutting movements with his wand.

When he finally stopped she couldn't get up anymore. Blood was pouring out of every cut, staining her robes and the ground beneath her. Numbness overcame her and darkness fell over her eyes.

"Wormtail!"

The voice seemed distant and she could barely protest when a chubby hand grabbed her by the wrists and started dragging her.

"Don't drag her you idiot, you have a wand for this." She couldn't help but smirk as she heard her Master's annoyed voice. A moment later she felt her body being lifted into the air, and was now hovering above the ground. Her eyes met with red pupils of Voldemort who was now standing next to her and was closing her wounds with wand.

A soft thud told her something fell and it wasn't until a strong pain struck through her spine that she realised it was her body that hit the ground.

"What did you…give me that wand Wormtail and get lost or your fate will soon follow hers."

She was lifted again, this time by Voldemort and he carried her by the wand out of the dungeon towards the guest room where Death Eaters usually stayed if they needed to hide for some time. She landed in the bed and closed her eyes from physical exhaustion. What a day…

"Tomorrow I'm sending you on a short mission Bella. If you fail this one you would do best if you never show yourself before me again." Voldemort's voice rang through her ears causing her more pain then everything that happened this day.
She betrayed his trust, she disappointed him, she lost him... With these thoughts Bellatrix fell asleep, tears streaming down her cheeks unnoticed.