Pain is Good

by sphinxgurl

Darker, more angsty fic about pain. About one of the Death Eaters and how they view pain. No pairing. Slight sXual innuendo at the very end. If it's the wrong rating, let me know!

A/N: you can probably guess who this is. If you can't, I'm sorry. Contact me and I'll tell you. It's definitely darker than my other ones, but is it dark enough?

She could feel the power that came from this spell. The red light of the Cruciatus curse shone brightly as it streaked towards its target. It connected. The person on the receiving end shuddered violently, then started writhing around on the floor. He was in obvious pain.

Pain.

Pain is good.

The force emitted caused her to reel back slightly. But she didn't care. She righted herself and strengthened the spell. Then she laughed at the sight before her. The man was trying so hard not to scream out in agony. Struggling against the pain he felt.

Pain.

Pain is good.

Her yellowed teeth shone slightly with the eerie red light. The power of the magic coursed through her veins, pounding. All the hate she felt was being used as a weapon. A weapon against that filthy mudblood. She believed that one day, there would only be purity. A world reigned over by pain.

Pain.

Pain is good.

She could see the life force leaving him. It was always the same. If you left it on for too long...Well. They didn't talk much again. They became trapped within their own minds, suffering in their own ways, under their own pain.

Pain.

Pain is good.

She took the curse off when his eyes turned blank. There was still someone in there, oh yes. But he would never get out. Never. The power of the curse was too strong. The intense pain of a thousand white-hot knives piercing the skin was enough to make anyone retreat into their minds.

Pain.

Pain is good.

She had been conditioned to believe that the pain of someone else was always good. Always. Being raised in a dark family. Black by name, Black by nature. Their pain was her pleasure. She was honoured to be given the opportunities to cause them pain. Her Lord was indeed gracious.

Pain.

Pain is good.

Her beliefs had never changed. Not even after her long stay in Azkaban. Except this night. Her Lord...was pleased with her. She was happy. For a while. But as He thrusted himself into her, she realised that this was a pain too great to enjoy.

Pain.

Not all pain is good.

A/N: What do you think? I hope you like it; I was trying to do a darker, more angsty fic. I hope i succeeded.

Criticize me if you must! Review:D