Bellatrix eagerly advanced on her stricken prey, grinning maliciously as she glanced at her Lord and Master seeking his approval. As he nodded she slowly raised her wand, the filthy Mudblood looked at her fearfully, blood trickling down his face and began to beg for mercy, throwing himself at her feet to no avail. She stepped back distastefully wrinkling her nose and laughed delightedly as he shrieked and writhed on the floor in excruciating pain as she used her favourite curse on him. She toyed with him changing the strength of her curses each time. It was better that way. It meant he couldn't get used to the pain as his body wouldn't know what sort of pain level to expect. It also got the scum's nerves on edge as he wouldn't either. When he had finally screamed himself hoarse she finished him off with Avada Kedavra. Turning to her to Lord, her eyes shining with joy she bowed and thanked him for letting her play.
Pain was good. It let you know you were alive.
Until you weren't…..