Death Eater Harem
Antonin likes to have his go at the girls before they're disposed. Perks of the job, the joke goes. They're not pretty girls, but that's not the point, is it?
Laughing, he sojourns down to the cells where their ragged bodies lie. The nearest girl is of earthy complexion and creamy Indian skin. She looks familiar.
"I thought I had already killed you," he growls.
She barely moves her mouth when she speaks. "My twin, Parvati."
He conjures two knives. "I see. Shall we begin, then?"
For the second time, he thinks as he carves shining red letters into her skin.