Torture

 

Bellatrix licked her lips, as she looked across the dingy cellar a figure lay
crumpled on the floor, unmoving, and unconcius. She
was going to \'interrogate\' him as liked to Lucius so
politely put it. She rather be much more straightforward,
she knew was here to torture him, to break his spirit if not his mind. Of all
the ways she could serve The Dark Lord, she liked doing this the best and it
had been far to long since she\'d been able to properly
torture someone. The Longbottoms didn\'t count, that
was only two days and they used the Crutaticious
curse to losen their lips quicker.

Pity Rastaban
over did it, that boy never had the proper self control. She Thought. Now inspect my new guest.

 

The reason, he was here was
because of a series of meetings between the Order of Phoenix and the Minster of
Magic, very important information had been exchanged, if the Dark Lord had such
information he would be a gnat’s wing
closer to winning. He had attended the meetings as the Minster’s Junior
assistant, patiently transcribing every word that was said.

 

She walked over
to him. The first thing she noticed, was his hair, a shaft of light from the
only window had hit it was a startlingly beautiful, and the color of amber. She
imagined what it would look like matted with blood, or ripped out in chunks.
She knelt down, to get a closer look at his face.. He
was pale and thin, with fine features and high cheek bones his cheeks and the
bridge of his nose were dotted with freckles. He was also wearing a rather ugly
pair of hornrimed glasses. She frowned, as a general
rule she hated glasses, eyes were the windows to the soul, and those stupid
bits of glass obscured the soul. She removed his glasses gently.

 

He looks years younger
with out them, barely out his teens. She
thought running a finger down his cheek. So young, so fragile, he
will break easily.

 

She reached down and began unbuttoning his robes. It
wasn\'t necessary, but Bellatrix always thought it
added a bit of psychological
torture, she loved the way they looked
when they were naked, vulnerable, shivering, their delicate parts exposed and
with in easy reach. Also it made them talk more. Soon he was naked. Without his clothes he looked so much
smaller, his skin was milk-sop white, and he was nearly devoid of any body
hair. She placed a hand on his chest his
skin was warm and underneath she could feel his steady heartbeat--that was good
they hadn’t been to rough on him, after all stretching his life until the
breaking point was her job.

She pulled out her wand and
did a quick spell that shackled his arms legs to the wall. Now to wake him up…