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Warning For Torture
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Hogwarts Assignment 3 - Defence against the Dark Arts. (Extra Prompt - Twilight).
Are you crazy enough? - 199. Elation
You've Got To Mean It
Her cackle is feared by all that have heard it. She revels in that fact, knows the fear her very presence can instill in even the strongest of wizards and witches.
She also knows that, deep down, it is not her they fear.
The curse falling from her lips is hell for anyone who's on the receiving end of it. As the power runs through her veins, the screams of her victims only make her feel stronger and the curse intensifies.
Bellatrix laughs as they beg. She likes to play with her toys, and this one is extra special, so she lets up, gives them a break, only to go in again, harder.
She's never had a problem with this particular curse. Many struggle because they don't have the emotions to fuel it, but she has hate in spades.
She always means it.
But this time; this time she craves the broken shell of the body at her feet, she wants, she needs, to know that this time, she won.
Her hair is frizzing with the static from her magic. Her eyes are wild with elation. Her skin shines in the twilight sky. She laughs gleefully when they beg, she always has, but now, as she tortures this particular woman, she seems even more fearsome.
Rodolphus watches with undisguised lust in his eyes as his wife revels in the glory of her power. He knows how important this is, just as he knows that as soon as she is done, she will be dragging him home to their bed to celebrate this most important victory.
"Dolph was the one who killed your husband, you know. Filthy Mudblood thought he could fight back, he actually thought he had a chance. He should have known he could never compete with a real wizard. Just as you should have known that it would be me that would find you in the end."
Rodolphus smiled as he thought about what Bellatrix was describing. Honestly, killing a Mudblood hadn't meant much more to him that any other time he'd done it; it was a service he was more than happy to provide to the world. The aftermath, when Bella had found out just who it was he'd killed - he'd been rewarded like a king that night.
Shivering slightly, Rodolphus shifted around the room to get a better view of his wife.
She was in her element. She was enthralling in her rage.
She was beautiful.
The screams turned to whimpers. She knew that her victim was close.
Betrayal consumed her thoughts as she twirled her wand between her fingers. This next would be the last, she was sure, and she wanted to make it count.
Centering herself gleefully, she pointed her wand carefully. Allowing the magic to build up around her, she allowed herself a few words.
"You chose this life. How does it suit you now? Crucio!"
It didn't take long. She held it for a minute longer than necessary, simply for the pleasure of the rushing magic through her veins, before she finally let up. She let herself have a moment to simply enjoy her victory, before she turned to Rodolphus, who she knew had been watching her.
She was sure the lust in his eyes was reflected in her own, and the adrenaline of her win was still coursing through her.
"Let's go home."
Andromeda Tonks ne Black lay stripped and tortured on her living room floor, her limbs still twitching occasionally as she stared blankly ahead, no longer seeing, no longer feeling.