A/N: I don't own Harry Potter and this was writen for melloxchocolate on LJ.
The first time she went to a gathering you took her to strike fear into her black, cold heart. You had planned to say, look at what I can do, when you returned home. You were also looking for life affirming sex. But neither of the two were options when your wife could stare into the eyes of your master without fear, while you could never stand to look up past his neck.
"I wish to join you." She had said, making your Lord's lips smile like a knife. Your lips, however, turn towards the floor. She had never expressed these thoughts to you, and being her husband you had the right to know. You had thought of punishing her, but the fantasy vanished from your mind as the night wore on.
After a year your wife wasn't ever home. She was always with your Lord and master. You had never loved her, but you felt a tug at your heart strings whenever she sauntered out of the house in something dark and inviting. She cared more for the cause then you did at that point and as a result, moved up higher in your masters ranks. She knew more then you had ever hoped to and it hurt your pride to know how she had done it.
In two years you had lost your wife to the cause, and it took you nearly as long to figure out why. She had always been a violent person. Even in school. But you would have never imagined how appalling she could be, given the opportunity. Your Lord could give her all the time in the world to torture and kill. Once she placed a man under the Imperius curse and forced him to rape his own child. You couldn't ever look at her without seeing the young girl's blood soaked dress. Your Lord did the same, but he had found it endearing.
Your Lord had the power your wife craved. He had the frame of mind needed to be with her. Bloody. They liked hurting the Death Eaters, they loved torturing muggles, and they favored damaging each other.
You never saw her eyes half as lusty when they glared at you.