“Good,” Voldemort sneered down at her. He was suddenly aware of her body too close to his foot for his liking. “Away from my foot!” he shrieked, kicking her sharply. He conjured a seat and sat on it primly, still waiting for that damned Draco. Merlin, he wanted to curse that boy badly right now…

((That wasn't as bad as the others. <3 I thought I might give Bella a break, and plus, this evil crap is draining my brain...)) 

((Haaaaahhhhhhhh. What you SHOULD do, is let her sit on your lap. ^O^ TRULY evil people ALWAYS have something on their lap~<3))

Bellatrix blinked rapidly and rearranged herself after taking the blow, fixing her corset. Her ribs hurt a bit, most likely bruised, and she had the urge to torture the girl to lessen her own pain. She wanted above all to please Voldemort, as it was hurting her inside to be seen as so disgusting in his eyes... What could she possibly do to repay him? Bellatrix used a quick charm to repair her nails as she sat. Because nails are soo important right now, Bella. Idiot. You'll come off as a floozy. Mention of the girl danced on her tongue, but she thought it might not be wise to disturb the Dark Lord. He'd probably kill her, anyway. She seemed to be useless, and wouldn't give up any information.

"DRACO!" Narcissa could be heard calling from the other room. "DRACO, Your Lord has requested you!" She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the damned boy.

((Writer's block....))

((I have a feeling he'd end up worse if he didn't, lol. All I can really do is wait right now for Voldy to let me up or for some kind of help lol. Bella's taken a lot of abuse reccently o-o Agreed on the Joe thing.

How/why did Lucius get a hangover? The fans want to know.))

((Sounds fun. Wish Bella was there, that is something I'd like to see. Would Narcissa be pissed or what? 

I should make an actual post before I go :I))

Bella sat and averted her eyes as the Malfoys began to gather. It wasn't exactly a powerful position, sitting on the floor. And she was sure she didn't look her best, either. Embarrassment filled her chest.

((I have to go D:)) 

“Embarrassed, Bella?” Voldemort whispered callously, poking around in her mind. “Embarrassed to sit at the side of your Master?” He took his wand out and sent a strong Stinging Jinx her way. “I would have thought you’d be honoured, being seated so close to me-” he took her hand in his pale, bony one, “-and seeing as you are so hopelessly infatuated with myself.” He gripped her hand so hard that he could almost feel the bones crack. Not quite. He laughed cruelly. Suddenly, he looked around.

“If Lucius and Narcissa, and their stupid son are not here in the next three minutes, I think I’ll play with you some more, Bella. We might have some fun with toys this time.”

((You. Are. Killing. Me. </3))

Bella felt very much not herself. One moment, she was lost in some sort of sea of hopeless desire, the next feeling what she knew was to come next. Bellatrix cringed inside and out. She was honored, really, to be so close to her lord. But to be honest, she felt pretty far away. Something inside her started to give up. Maybe it already had. She knew she loved him, but with him realizing it and not giving the slightest crap, she didn't want to resist his descision. Hurry the hell up, Malfoy. I don't intend on dying today, or anytime before the Potter freak is long gone. ...It's the best I can aim for, eh? Bellatrix felt her resolve tighten. She would be faithful. And trustworthy. And... she would play whatever game he wanted. And she would play it damn well. Her heart beat quicker, and not from pain or nervousness this time. Of course, the slight pressure left from Voldemorts hand was distracting, but she wouldn't get herself carried away with the simple fact.

There was a silence, before a sadistic gleam suddenly appeared in Voldemort's eye. Luckily for Bellatrix, it wasn't meant for her.

"Bella...you say the Mudblood, Potter's friend, is still here?" His lipless mouth curved into a leer. "I think you and I might engage in some activity that will mend your wounded ego. Or rather, help you forget about it. Tell Draco not to come with his parents yet, and bring the Mudblood. I will withold their punishment for the moment."

As Voldemort waited for Bellatrix to come back with the Granger Mudblood, he thought about what had happened in the past 24 hours. Potter had escaped, and he had been very angry at first, but… it was actually better for him. Potter would bring hope to the Light side, his escape from the clutches of Death Eater’s a sign of hope, and he would cruelly cut it down when he killed the boy. And it was better that he killed the boy in public anyway…maybe in the middle of a grand battle with lots of Mudbloods piled high, dead on the ground…

Bellatrix came back with Granger, and shoved her in a chair.

“Very good, Bella,” Voldemort purred patronizingly. “I’ll let you cast the first curse, shall I?” He sat back to watch, hoping Bellatrix would take out her frustration at Voldemort out on the girl, and possibly kill her. That would teach Potter.

 “Not good enough, Bellatrix,” Voldemort sighed in disappointment. “I was hoping you’d treat me to a show of your more…remarkable methods of torture.” Bloodlust was clear in his scarlet eyes.

Voldemort scanned Bellatrix’s mind quickly.

Don't want to steal all the fun.

“I don’t mind if you steal all the fun,” he said, grinning. “In fact, I encourage it. Show me what you can do. Show me you are…a real woman. I know you females tend to be rather vicious towards each other.” He cocked his head to the side and studied Bellatrix imperiously. “Unless you are afraid?”

Bellatrix's eyes widened at first, and then narrowed. If Voldemort thought this girl would be any sort of problem, he was wrong. Heh. Should've been there earlier. The memories of just a while ago, of crushing this girls ribs with her knees and carving slowly into her arm words that might hurt even more than the pain. She could do it again. Easily.

A silver dagger slid easily into Bella's hand, the cold metal feeling familliar on her pale skin. Heart racing with the excitement of this new game and the added need to please, she wasted no time and slid the knife slowly just under Hermoines skin, allowing the blade to touch muscle. Cutting a neat, curvy line, Bellatrix listened to the new screams with joy. An idea struck her, and hoping Voldemort wouldn't mind, Bellatrix let this line become part of an "x". Quickly charming the wounds not to bleed, she slowly wrote her name across the mudblood's hand. Adding a less-deep "filthy" to the girls neck, Bella let the no-bleeding charm break and watched as the crying girl bled her torturers name. If it was left there, it would scar. Hopefully Draco or someone wouldn't ruin it. 

Bellatrix wrinkled her nose as she stood back, disgusted by the dirty blood. "Crucio!" You only get what you deserve. Biting the tip of her curved wand, she walked, crossing her feet slightly with every step, to sit on the arm of the chair. Her high heel dug into Hermoine's leg purposely. "So." Bellatrix drawled quietly to Hermoine. "You feel like tellin' me now? Yanno the dark lord 'imself is 'ere to see ya." She grinned and bent her face closer. "Maybe you'd tawlk better to 'im, hey?" The tip of the dagger lifted to trace loopy circles around where cuts had been before, yet healed. "Although, I'm sure you'd like spendin' some more time with aunty Bella, right?" The dagger drifted over the girl's neck threateningly.