Devious Thoughts

Bellatrix slept on her master’s bed. was was curled up in a fetal position,

trying futilely to protect her battered body. As she awoke, the flickering light,

provided by the candles in the room, impaired her vision. Her eyes, swollen

and discolored, shut themselves. She tasted a tangy coppery taste in her

mouth. The abrasions on her neck caused her to grimace in pain as she tried
swa swallow. Suddenly memories from the night before flooded her senses.

Bellatrix sat up, pain coursed through her body causing her to shriek in

anguish. She used all of her will power to force herself to sit up. She could

feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She blinked a couple of times forcing the

moisture from her eyes. As her vision slowly focused and became accustomed

to the light in the room, she scanned the room slowly. Her eyes widened as

far as they could go, fear gripped her chest as she looked around the small

room. She couldn’t see Lord Voldermort anywhere. She sighed in relief before

breaking down in tears. She wept because of what she had allowed her master

to do to her. She had allowed herself to be raped and brutally beaten until

she felt sure she was going to die. Lord Voldermort had taken his desires and

frustrations out on Bellatrix most of the night. She hadn’t even tried to protect

herself as he had dealt blow after blow to her body and face. She had cried

most of the night until she finally slipped into unconsciousness. As her most

recent crying fit subsided, she looked down at herself. She could see the dark

purple bruises covering most of her naturally pale skin. As she examined

closer she found several deep bite marks on her breasts and inner thighs.

She winced when she tried to take a deep calming breath. She felt as though

two or three of her ribs were cracked. After taking a few shallow breaths, she

finally stood and walked gingerly to the wash room adjacent to the small room

she was now in. The cold water, in the basin in the corner, helped soothe

some of the swelling on her face. She washed the dried blood from the rest of

her body before returning to the other room. As she closed the door to the

wash room she realized she was no longer alone. She whipped around, her

pain replaced by her fear. Lord Voldermort stood in the far right corner, the

shadows cloaking his presence. Bellatrix could tell he was smiling cruelly, she

could feel his wicked gaze taking in her battered and nude form. He stalked

out of the shadows, revealing his naked body. His alabaster skin was

flawless. She could see the mass of unruly black hair atop his head matched

the sparse hairs on his chest and the path leading to between his thighs.

Nestled in the soft hairs of his groin, Bellatrix could see that he was obviously

ready again. She wrapped her arms around herself and lowered her eyes to

the floor. She was very sore and she knew that if he started hitting her again,

she would lose consciousness very quickly. She could barely hear his footsteps

as he walked towards her. He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look up

at him.

“I will be gentler this time.” Lord Voldermort said coldly.

Bellatrix’s eyes widened in shock, but she realized the malice behind his

intent.

“But don’t expect it very often. Once your body has had time to heal

properly, I will continue with you how ever I please.” Lord Voldermort’s voice

sent ice through her veins. Shivers of fear ran through her body. He didn’t

want to beat her since she was already suffering. He wanted to wait until she

was healed before he would beat her within an inch of her life again.

He grabbed her elbow and led her back to the bed. He made her lay on

her sore back, before laying himself overtop of her. She could feel his icy skin

against her bruises. The protrodence between his legs seemed to be the only

warm spot on his body, but she took no comfort in this fact. She closed her

eyes and turned her head away from him.

Instead of brutally forcing her into submission, he slowly enticed her

body to react to his gentle manipulations. He didn’t slap, bite, or abuse her in

anyway, just like he promised her he wouldn’t. Bellatrix didn’t know what was

worse, to be forced or allowing her mind and body to submit to him willingly.

She knew her sanity would begin to waver. He was cruel and emotionless, but

now he was gentle like she thought a lover should be. But he wasn’t her lover,

he was her master and she was simply a means to obtain his goal, yet she

couldn’t help feeling love and adoration towards him. Why, her mind was

screaming as she became torn between the pleasures she was feeling now and

the memories of the anguish she had felt the first time. se mse maddening

emotions were tearing her fragile senses apart. As she felt him coming to his

first climax of the night and as her own orgasm ripped through her body, she

broke down into uncontrollable tears. She felt his body stiffen above hers as

his howl of release drowned out the sounds of her sobs. She knew that

nothing would ever be the same again once he completed this mission and

satisfied his lust. Never would she regain what she had lost, allowing him to do

this to her. She loathed and loved him at the same time. She didn’t know

anymore if death would have been better than this slow deprivation of her

sanity.