Blood thirst

Alayn's screams flow through the old dungeon like a soft cold wind. Today was the third day she'd been under the cruciatus curse, but she wasn't sure anymore. Even seconds of her pain felt just like centuries. Then out of nowhere the pain stopped. Exhausted she looked at the man sitting in the chair ahead of her. Anger and hate grew inside her when she saw the growing smile at his face. He was clearly enjoining torturing her. As he but his hand at her chin to raise her face the fire of anger in her ice blue eyes grew immensely. He raised her face until she was at the high of his lab. Slowly he moved his face towards hers. His plat in blond hair fell into his face and she could see the burning lust in his eyes as he whispered:" Come on Alayn. Don't you finally want to tell me what I want to know? It will make your pain into pleasure. Trust me...pet." "Fuck you Lucius.", she said and spit in his face. "You insult little wench!", he yelled waving his wand for the next crucio. Alayn woke up screaming the hell out of herself. She could feel a pair of big hairy and strong hands on her shoulders shaking her up and down. "Goddamnit Alayn wake up and stop screaming. It's just a nightmare!", a growling voice was shouting at her. When she suddenly forced her eyes to open she looked in the face of her snatcher companion Fenrir. After a few moments he realised she was awake and let go of her shoulders. Alayn fell back on the uncomfortable ground. She was just dreaming of that night again... Hope you liked it so far. Please review. Its just the beginnig so plesa dont wonder if nothing interesting happend jet.