Bellatrix awoke and sat up in bed sweating as she had done for the past week. This was caused by the same dream that had plagued her every night since then. One week ago was her sisters, Narcissa's, party were she had been forced to watch her sister do things she never wanted to see again. But for some reason she kept dreaming of it. Bellatrix got out of bed to get a glass of firewhisky.
"Where are you going?" Rodolphus asked.
"I just need something to drink." She responded as she pulled a robe over her shoulders and made her way to the door.
Once she had poured her glass she had a seat next to the warm fire to think. It wasn't right to continue to dream of what that bastard did to her. To have that halfblood even think of making her do anything infuriated her. She hated him for it; he was beneath her and didn't deserve to do anything to her. She after all was a pure blood. Not just any pure blood, she was a Black. Somehow though she was craving for him to touch her. She sat there torn. She wanted to hate him, she did hate him, but she also wanted to take him. She had felt how he had made Narcissa feel and she wanted to feel that way too.
Bellatrix knew that Rodolphus wouldn't mind. He had always had other lovers, and so now she would to. She would take him and force him to make her feel the same way he had made Narcissa feel.
The next night Bellatrix found herself walking down a street in a muggle neighborhood. 'Figures the likes of him would live hear.' Bella thought to herself. She reached a small run down house at the end of the road, and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" she heard him question from inside, yet she said nothing and knocked again.
Severus Snape answered the door with a look of impatience on his face. It was quickly replaced with a look of revulsion. "When I ask whom is at my door I expect the person to answer me." He stated.
Bella pushed the door all the way and drew her wand placing it at Severus' neck, all in one quick movement. "You will not be the one making demands tonight, Severus." She spat out at him. With a look of pure evil in her eyes Bellatrix flicked her wand and ropes flew out and bound Severus tightly by the hands to a near by cabinet. With another flick there were cushions on the ground before made it there.
He lay bound tightly, lying on cushions with a look of fear in his eyes. Bellatrix let out an evil laugh at the look and proceeded over to were he lay. A few hours later Severus heard the door slam and knew she was gone. He looked at his chest, bloody from the scratches she had left on him, and over to wear his robs lay on the floor, where they had landed after being torn from his body. He sighed as he thought, 'there could be much worse punishments than this,' and made a promise to himself to anger Bellitrix more often.