"My Lord,"
"On your knees." Her eyes filled with fear. A smiled flickered over my lips. Power surged into me, swirling through me. My fist tightened slightly, almost invisibly. She would not see how I felt. I was prefect, unassailable to her. My power was absolute. She fell to her knees, dropping her eyes to the ground in submission. She did not dare even to look at me.
She was giving in to me, giving everything to my power. Good. This was how it should be. Obedience, coupled with fear, there was nothing greater in the world. I breathed in, the scent of her fear assailing my nostrils, widening the smile on my lips. I flexed my fingers, reaching across for my wand. Holding it between my fingers, feeling the rough surface, knowing the pain and power encased in it. Still she knelt in front of me, wishing, but too proud to beg, to proud to plead. How perfect she was. I stepped forward, wrenching her head up by the hair so her black eyes met mine, holding my wand at her throat. Defiance and pride shone in her aristocratic features. She did not shake, did not shiver, or cry out. She did not even move, no sign of fear made its way past her shields.
I reached out with one long finger, running it across the smooth, pale skin of her face. She did not flinch at my touch. Her eyes filled with a blank darkness that showed she was hiding her emotions from me. Good. I enjoy a challenge.
"Good Bella. But remember who it is that you serve. Who it is that is your master." She blinked, keeping the impassive façade in place. I swung back an arm and stuck her. She fell sideways under the force of the blow, her shields failing only for a second. She remained on the floor, pride still holding back any sign of pain. Blood trickled from a cut in her mouth, falling onto the dark floor. I bent, dragging her head up by the hair.
"Say it," I snarled.
"I serve you. You are my master." She whispered, still holding her shields in place, her face blank and impassive. Her talent for hiding emotions was brilliant, almost equal to my own.
"Good." I hissed back before reaching out. I wiped the blood from her lips with my thumb and leaned in, kissing her harshly. She submitted immediately, allowing my access to every part of her. The salt taste of blood was tangy on my tongue when I withdrew, smiling again.
"You may go." I said, returning to my seat. She leapt to her feet and strode from the chamber, cloak rippling behind her, head held high, dropping her shields a second before she left. I saw in her mind that she had loved it just as much as I had. Good. I only lived to serve her anyway.
"Until next time, my dark one, my Bellatrix." I hissed at her retreating back.