"Crucio!"
She writhes beneath the pain, the tortured shrieks spilling freely from her lips as her fingernails scrabble against the stones, breaking down to the quick. Blood paints the floor, and only then do you stop, a wicked smile curving bloodless lips as you use yet another spell to jerk her upright, hanging helplessly in your magical grasp.
"What do you say, Bella?" you purr, striding closer, your hand clasping her chin, crooked nails like claws digging into her soft, vulnerable flesh. Her eyes look shattered, cracked with madness that has only simmered in Azkaban and has burst into full fruition since she has come into being at your side once more.
"Thank you, Master," she whispers, split lips cracking into a smile. "Thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou, break me, rape me, I'm yoursssss."
You let her drop, careless as she sprawls to a painful heap on the floor.
"Later, Bella," you remind her, nudging her with your boot until a gasp escapes. "Mustn't mix business with pleasure."
"Yes, Master," she babbles, laving your boots with her tongue in her devotion. You enjoy the attention for a few moments, debating what needs to be done next, until finally, you gently kick her aside.
"Come, Bella," you tell her, cold but not entirely stern. "It is time for your duties to begin."
She grins, and her trademark cackle fills the air. Her hair blows about her face, alive with its own madness. Her dress is torn down the front, and you can see her flesh spilling forth, begging to be bruised and bloodied. Later, you promise it, your fingers twitching on your wand.
The prisoners wait below, sobbing and shivering. The stench of fear fills the air and although it reeks, you breathe it in with a deep swell of pride.
"Ah yes," you purr, striding down the rows. "Our little Mudblood." You come to a stop before Hermione Granger, the defiant Mudblood pet of the Boy Who Lived to Plague You. She raises her head and glares at you, but there's fear in her eyes now. Oh yes. A session or two with Bellatrix and that fear will come to be all she's ever known.
"Bella!" you snap out, and the woman is instantly at your side. You reach into your robes and retrieve a small crystal phial glistening with poisonous green liquid. "Here. Give this to the Mudblood. She's yours."
"Mine?" Bellatrix gasps in wonder. She leans closer to Granger, her fingers caressing the girl's cheek before she slaps it hard, bruising the soft skin easily.
"Yes, Bella," you smirk. "Yours. But do remember, won't you..." You grab her wrist and pull her to you, slamming her tortured body against yours.
"You'll always be mine first."
"Yes, Master," Bellatrix hisses, and the sound is full of ecstasy.