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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 11, 2007 18:47:57 GMT -5
It was an odd sight indeed the proud form of Bellatrix Lestrange usually so high and haughtly sprawled upon the dark lords floor sharp nails clawing as the floor boards her back arhed as scream after scream admitted from her lips. No one else could erict such screams from her any other that atempted to torture her had little effect on the deranged mind but the dark lord, his power the way pain corpsed through every capillary, her nails feeling like they were ripped from her skin every fibre of her being aflame.
Her robes twisted around her as she writhed tears streaming unbidden down her cheeks throat hoarse from her screaming.
"Master please," She begged not knowing what else to do "It was Malfoy, it was malfoy."
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 12, 2007 11:33:52 GMT -5
Voldemrot lifted the curse, his red eyes aflame with anger, pure hot anger as he stared with some form of disgust as the being on his floor. "Come now, Lestrange, am I to believe you have the motivation to kill your cousin." Another shot of pain was sent her way as he poured his anger into his only outlet at the moment; torture. "But you do not have the motivation to complete my mission successfully." He hissed the last part, intent on causing her even a fraction of the inch of pure pain, that was equal to his anger. He stood above her eyes cold, finger holding his wand delicately, as if he was not using the most painful curse known to wizard-kind.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 12, 2007 13:32:30 GMT -5
A piercing sream left her lips as her back arched teeth sinking into her bottom lips she had never felt pain like it, pain so intense she thought ever organ in her body was about to expload. She found herself on her hands and knees gasping the coppery scent of blood filling her mouth as she frantically tied to bleed.
"I would do anything for you master," She cried out in that fanatical tone her obsession for him never once fadeing even when he tortured her - it fed her obsession, to feel his power it was worth bearing the pain for to feel his power.
"I deserve it." She hung her head in absolute shame she didn't fail, she never failed. "I promise master I will get it back I promise." She cired as she starred down at the wooden floor shakeing from head to toe.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 12, 2007 14:24:54 GMT -5
Lifting the curse once more, Voldemort found his eyes wandering down Bellatrixs' body, watching the way her muscles shook, the way her body writhed under the pain. He felt a jolt shoot through his body to a certain area on his anatomy. Smirking a cold smirk of indifference, Voldemort looked away from the only other occupant in the room. "Now now, Bella," He said, using his little nickname for her, despite what he had been doing moments before. "How am I to trust you ever again?" His voice was ice cold, and held a certain degree of sarcasm as he, turned back to stare at her with his piercing eyes.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 12, 2007 14:39:22 GMT -5
"Please my lord," She cried her eyes finally coming up to loook at his a desperation there as she starred up at him that glint of utter awe stilll remaining as she looked onto him.
"I will not fail again, I would never betray you, I have always been your most faithful and loyal." She whispered up to him in a cold desperation the thought of him loseing faith in her was enough to tear her into pieces.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 12, 2007 15:27:57 GMT -5
Placing one finger under her chin, as he leaned down slightly, his nail dug into the skin there, as he gazed hard at her. "You would do well not to fail me again." He hissed, his face inches from her, as he gave her a look that was a clear warning. Had she been anyone else, he would have killed her right there. However, she alone had proved her loyalty, and he rewarded loyalty. Smirking, his nail dug in slightly more as his red eyes danced with a flame. "You should be careful Bellatrix. Seeing your body writhe in pain like that, might give me some ideas."
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 12, 2007 15:47:38 GMT -5
Bella alomst shuddered at his words as she starred up at him with wide eyes pondering if he had just said what she thought he had. Was that a flirt? Surely not after all these years he had called almost every female death eater to his bed but her, she was egotistical enough to know she was just as attractive if not more then the other death eaters he had taken. She told herself it was merely keep work and business seperated she was after his most faithful, his most powerful and trusted. She longed to be special to him, to be his favourite, since she was a teenager she had longed to kiss him, longed to be his in every sense of the word.
"What kind of ideas?" Before she could stop them the words had left her with a breathly innocence that quite defied who she was, Bella was anything but innocent.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 12, 2007 15:56:42 GMT -5
Dropping his hand away from her face, Voldemort gave a smirk that clearly said; 'wouldnt you like to know'. Its true he had called every and all female death eaters to his bed but one. Bellatrix Lestrange. It was quite simple why he had not; Bella was beautiful, powerful, and completely faithful to him, and should he even try for more than a master-servant relationship, there was quite the possibility he would become addicted, even if he would not admit it to anyone. His Bella certain had the potential to be the best in everyway, but he held her back from that. However, the words that flowed from his mouth were betraying his careful facade of indifference. "It would be most interesting to compare the movements your body make in pain and in passion would be most appealing."
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 12, 2007 16:07:16 GMT -5
"You could..." She whispered sa she slid closer to him almost trembaling from the fear he would suddenly pull back laughing cruelly but spurded on with her own ego.Her shirt had seperated quite considerably in her writhing upon the floor and she made no effort to modestly cover herself as any other woman might.
"If you wanted to... you could compare it first hand." She whispered not truly believeing she was saying such things aloud, wondering if any moment she would recieve a harsh slap and a dose of the cruciatus curse.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 12, 2007 16:23:45 GMT -5
Wand still in hand, Voldemort traced the tip of it down her cheek, his eyes boring into hers, only breaking contact to glance at her lips occasionally. "Hmm, such a tempting offer." He whispered, unknowingly moving closer to her until his lips were centimeters from hers. For one still moment, he thought about backing away and turning around, not taking that leap that could be his downfall. However, his body betrayed his thoughts as in one second his lips were against hers, sliding over the softness of them.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 12, 2007 16:28:46 GMT -5
Bella had reached an utter state unknown to any, her eyes fluttering closed at the suttle feel of his lips to hers. He was cold and it seemed only to welcome her all the more. She stayed quite still at first seemingly amazed that she was infact here, her lips to the dark lords after so many years of longing, after watching speeches and cursses leave those lips with such power and dignity. Very slowly her lips gently responded to his kiss the rest of her body refuseing to move, she had never felt such happiness, such comfort and yet such terror that she would soon be laughed at. She moaned deeply unable to resist herself against the soft kiss never had she imagined that her teenage dreams and adult fantasies would come true even if it was just one kiss, she could happily die just for one kiss.
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