(Continued from Chapter 8)

"Bella, it's not…" I stammered.

She sent me her death glare and I quickly explained that this whore was a toy more than anything else. She definitely wasn't an affair I actually gave a shit about.

"Oh, really?" Bellatrix demanded with her usual mock sweetness. "Then why did you bring her here? Do I not satisfy you, is that it? You have to resort to…"

I obviously didn't say what I was thinking: No, Bella, you don't satisfy me. It used to be once a day and now it's maybe once a week you let me do anything with you. If you're not too exhausted from your "mission," that is.

What I did instead was weakly protest, "It's not just for the sex."

"What, then?"

I didn't answer quickly enough so she broke into my mind. I cursed the Dark Lord for teaching her that advantage.

"You want revenge?" She laughed at me, the sadistic and mocking laughter she always produced while torturing someone. "Rod, that's priceless."

She smiled and her tone instantly changed from interrogatory to casual and that frightened me even more. "Anyway, I just came by to get something out of my toy box. But, I think I might join in on your fun. You don't mind, do you?"

Before I could even attempt to formulate an answer, the bound hooker had the nerve to murmur that threesomes cost extra. Did she think this argument was some kind of sick foreplay? No, I was convinced Bellatrix was going to kill both of us.

"You're supposed to gag her, Darling," Bellatrix informed me. "So she can't talk but she can still scream."

I nodded stupidly and looked around for a pillowcase or something to improvise with. Whatever you want, Bella.

"You know," She murmured, strolling around the bed to examine the prostitute. "She doesn't even look like me. Here, wait just a moment." She vanished into the adjoining room and I listened to her pawing enthusiastically through her "toy box," the enchanted cabinet she kept her favorite torture devices and sex toys in.

I shivered helplessly until she returned, carrying two whips and two potion vials. To my surprise, she pressed one of each object into my hands and set the other two down on the bedside table.

"Bellatrix," I gasped. "I know you're going to 'punish' me for this. Please just do it or at least tell me what the hell is going on."

"I will," She smiled sinisterly. "Don't worry, Rod. I'll have you begging me to kill you very soon. But, you know, anticipation is half the fun." With that, she pulled out two of her own hairs, took the potion vial back from me, and mixed them with whatever it contained.

Bellatrix pulled the prostitute's head back using her hair and pressed the vial against her lips. "Drink… swallow." She had no choice but to obey.

I watched in horrific fascination as her body spasmed in pain and her features twisted to become exactly like Bellatrix's. "Polyjuice Potion," I realized.

"Yes," Bellatrix nodded with mock approval. "Now she looks like me... Well, go on."

"What?"

"Do whatever you were going to do to her before I walked in. You can use that whip if you feel like it. I wanna watch."

"You want…" I trailed off speechlessly.

"I want to make a point. Do it now, Lestrange, before I get bored again and decide to kill you after all." She found a handkerchief on the dresser and gagged the whore with it, murmuring, "You'll scream so pretty for us, won't you? Well, I'm still prettier."

I shuddered and smacked the whip against the girl's thigh, a lot lighter than I really wanted to, but I was confused and terrified.

"See?" Bellatrix smirked triumphantly. "You couldn't hurt me and you'd never even want to. Well, thanks for playing anyway." She kissed my cheek condescendingly then pulled something from her pocket and handed it to me.

"That's the leash that goes with your collar," she explained. "As soon as you finish with her, I want you to tie yourself to our bed and wait for me. I'm going to play with Macnair for a while but we'll have our fun when I get back. Now, I'm being really nice to you, so you had better be a good boy from now on."

I heard only a select few words from that lecture. "'Playing' with Macnair? You mean fucking him?"

"No," she giggled for no apparent reason then grabbed the second whip and vial off the table and disapparated.

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