15.
Bellatrix Lestrange/Lord Voldemort
The scarlet red gaze that digs into my bones makes me shiver with pleasure.
With his wand at my throat he hisses with disgust and coldness, it arouses me.
"Crucio" My Lord barely whispers and I can only glimpse the satisfaction in his eyes;
my screams to him is the sweetest melody.
"Rise" My Lord hisses; I need the hiss to spread the alluring shudder through my veins.
How can I make the one who can't love feel me?
"Forgive my wronging Lord" I hiss back and wait for my punishment, wait for my screams, wait for him to feel.
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