Disclaimer: I don't own HP. Sorry.
Author's Note: This is a drabble. Drabbles are only supposed to be 100 words. So, therefore, this is supposed to be short.
Rodolphus was so tired of her refusing his commands.
"Imperio" He whispered over her as she slept. Her body went limp and her breathing became shallow. She looked almost angelic… if it wasn't for the Dark Mark on her forearm, the snake hissing silently, as if watching over her.
Maybe that will show her… He thought to himself, going back to bed. He'd make her do whatever he wanted in the morning. She'd need the rest…
Blood spilled on the pillows soon after he drifted off. Bellatrix didn't like to be told what to do… unless it was her Master.