She watches the trickling red liquid with a childish curiosity – she reaches out a finger to touch it, then brings it up to her mouth and tastes.
She grins, red staining her lips.
The knife that has always been in her pocket is drawn, and a large gash is drawn across Alice's leg – and there is more blood. Bellatrix is pleased.
With a whisper of 'You'll always be mine', Alice's arms are tied to the bed, and the wand is drawn.
Then there is only insanity left.
