Bellatrix shivered at the sound of her Lord's voice, the sibilant sound of his voice and cold edge to it that cut the very air with every word that was spoken. She loved the utter power that oozed off the man, knowing that her own power levels would never reach those levels.
It was a mudblood who lay writhing on the floor today, hogging all of her Lord's attention. The mudblood didn't deserve it. She wasn't nearly worthy of it.
Bellatrix would have liked the mudblood to be a bit bloody. It would suit the piece of trash, even though that blood would contaminate the floors of the dungeon.
Her eyes flickered to the tear-filled face of the mudblood as her pleads rose in volume before Bellatrix eyed the stone floor speculatively. It wouldn't be terribly difficult to get the blood off the stone, after all. That was what they had those house elves for.
Bellatrix sighed in disappointment as the green light took away any opportunity she would have had to play with the mudblood. Her knives really were getting rusty…
Written for October Event: Bingo – bloody
Written for Ultimate Chocolate Frog Club: Thestral [Write about someone witnessing a death]