Ahhhh...I forgot how good this was.
I know this isn't exactly like all the other times I performed the Cruciatus Curse on somebody, but the sensations are similar. The surge of power you feel, watching your victim scream and wail in writhe in pain at your feet. The fear and revulsion you can smell emanating from everyone watching the curse, even those who enjoy performing it themselves, like my Death Eaters nearby. The pounding of magic you can feel in your wand, vibrating down to your soul—that is, if you have one.
But this instance, even I will admit, is new. For you, my victim, are a special someone in a special time. You have no idea how long I have waited to regain my body and come for you, to have you at my feet, at my mercy. The normal satisfaction that I feel from this curse is tenfold, seeing one I have hated so wriggling on the ground like a worm, the agony worse than anything you have ever felt or will ever feel again. I want you to keep throbbing and pulsing with the pain. I want you to feel that it would be so much better to fall into a hole and die than endure the pain much longer. I want you to lose hope.
But I do wish you would scream; that always adds a special atmosphere to a torturing. But no matter. Hold your anguish, Harry Potter. I do not very much care. In fact, I do believe that when you finally crack, the sound will be all the sweeter for the wait.
I know this isn't exactly like all the other times I performed the Cruciatus Curse on somebody, but the sensations are similar. The surge of power you feel, watching your victim scream and wail in writhe in pain at your feet. The fear and revulsion you can smell emanating from everyone watching the curse, even those who enjoy performing it themselves, like my Death Eaters nearby. The pounding of magic you can feel in your wand, vibrating down to your soul—that is, if you have one.
But this instance, even I will admit, is new. For you, my victim, are a special someone in a special time. You have no idea how long I have waited to regain my body and come for you, to have you at my feet, at my mercy. The normal satisfaction that I feel from this curse is tenfold, seeing one I have hated so wriggling on the ground like a worm, the agony worse than anything you have ever felt or will ever feel again. I want you to keep throbbing and pulsing with the pain. I want you to feel that it would be so much better to fall into a hole and die than endure the pain much longer. I want you to lose hope.
But I do wish you would scream; that always adds a special atmosphere to a torturing. But no matter. Hold your anguish, Harry Potter. I do not very much care. In fact, I do believe that when you finally crack, the sound will be all the sweeter for the wait.