2. Cruciatus
Lord Voldemort stood over her vulnerable figure as she panted. Her limbs no longer screamed in agony but she feared there would be an encore if she did not tread carefully. She could feel his gleaming eyes on her body. "I shall ask again, do you question me?" He inquired calmly.
"No." She whispered. Severus' face flashed briefly before her eyes and she had to push his image away lest she try to stop the dark lord once more. "I only want your safety. And your victory, my lord." She finished carefully.
"And both are guaranteed." Were his cold words.
Author's Note: This my first attempt at writing a story solely composed of drabble. Any thoughts, comments, suggestions are appreciated.