Entr'acte
I'm having a very bad day. An extremely bad day.
There's been a breakout. And the Overlord is furious.
No one has escaped Azkaban since He took power. Not one. Security tighter than Minerva McGonagall's knickers. The Overlord is convinced that there's a resistance afoot, and after an…eventful meeting…he's given me the esteemed honor to stop it from happening...or face death. Sending me to do the dirty work.
A resistance? I honestly don't understand why he's so upset.
I'm thrilled! Who wouldn't want more war? More blood? More torture? More fighting?
But something precious has been snatched from between my fingers. Who would dare? WHO? My precious muddy one is gone. Her cell is empty. Chains idly swinging bereft of her creamy wrists. Her supple body nowhere to be seen. My own body…it aches deprived of her touch.
Two other prisoners are missing too. The French one and Longbottom.
THEY TOOK HER.
Filthy rats stole the mudblood.
MY MUDBLOOD.
They have more than earned their deaths. The brutes! What are they doing with her? Is she alright? No one steals from Bellatrix Lestrange and lives to speak of it.
Cousin Sirius once thought it'd be amusing to steal one of my favorite dolls when we were children. Oh how fun it would be to mess with Bella! Let's watch her have a tantrum hee hee hee.
I broke two of his fingers with my bare hands.
Like a bloodhound I'm doggedly going to pursue my muddy one. Hunt down Longbottom and the French tart.
How did they get out of their cells! How did that bumbling fool Longbottom worm his way past my dementors?
Unless...
They have an accomplice…it must have been an inside job! Someone here is doing this behind my back. Blackmail.
We might have a Snape in the grass...a traitor.
Someone here knows about me and the mudblood. They're going to hold it over my head.
If the Overlord were to find out...perish the thought. He won't.
The Overlord is mistaken. There is no resistance, someone is trying to sabotage me. Trying to dethrone me here in Azkaban! Tarnish me in the eyes of the Overlord!
So foolish you are Bella! I should have locked up the mudblood in my quarters, in order to keep a closer eye on her.
I haven't felt a rage like this since my darling muddy one broke into my vault.
Wait…what if she wanted to leave me? Wanted to run away?
No. Never.
Never ever ever.
She would never run away from me. She loves me.
Longbottom, and the French one, they did this. When I find them, oh they'll suffer for incurring my wrath.
Longbottom I'll flay bit by bit with my knife, and when he's clinging to the last threads of life…I'll burn his body on a pike for everyone to see.
Perhaps I'll secretly hex the French one's food so that every morsel she eats will turn into a ravenous insect writhing in her gut. Then I'd place her in an iron maiden while she's foaming at the mouth choking on herself. Leave her to linger and bleed.
The accomplice…I'll place in strappado. Snap the arms at the shoulder and if they have the gall to scream, to ask me to stop…I'll slice out the tongue.
I shudder to think of what will happen if I don't get my mudblood back...it'll be the return of endless nights without sleep. I'll be at the mercy of my wretched husband.
The mudblood had me captivated after our first encounter in Cissy's mansion.
Her struggling, her screams, her hot tears. The Dark Lord wanted to slaughter her straightaway once the war was won. On hand and knee I begged him to spare the mudblood. He didn't know that I wanted to make her mine. A trophy. I'll be damned if someone one dares to take her from me.
In the meantime I fully plan on interrogating the entire staff of Azkaban. Lure out the vermin from their holes. The hallways will flood with the blood of anyone who lies to me. Heads will roll. I will get my mudblood back.
I'm having a bad day indeed.
For now there's work to do.
