The final installation for xBeautifulTragedy's Make an Album into a Story Competition from the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum.
Cave of Spleen
Bellatrix laughed around the blood filling her mouth. "Come now, you must do better than that," she jeered. Some of the blood slipped, warm and coppery, down her throat. It was her first duel after the escape. She reveled in the warmth of sunlight on her skin.
"Get up, Bella," the Dark Lord replied. "It does little good to tell me my spells are ineffectual if you cannot even manage to get up afterward."
She could hear the words struggle to get out, This is pathetic. I do not know why I waste my time with you. You are not worth my time. Broken. Useless. Trash.
"Come here, my Lord," she giggled. She flipped to her feet and felt something in her abdomen pop, followed by waves of pain, little claws tearing at her muscle.
She stumbled toward him, drunk on her freedom, and pulled his mouth to her own. She shared herself with him and admired her handiwork as she pulled away. His pale skin was marred by a scarlet smear.
His next spell wrapped her in explosive glass, her flesh torn open by the shards, she exalted in the feeling.
As she fell again, the glass sliced through her scabs. Her blood was splattered over most of the hill, yet she still watched eagerly as more was pumped out. Purge. Cleanse.
She smiled, blood dripping off her teeth.
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