Bella's cheek twitched when she felt a hand running through her hair, the laugh softening her slightly and letting the pain from the curse fade. Eyes opening slowly, they dared to flick up to Voldemort, and when his voice reached her ears over the dull ringing she listened willingly. With the feeling of her hand being squished, she tried to imagine. Obediance was taking over again. It was calming. The pain was ignorable.

She could feel it, what he meant. Crushing a life. It was a glorious feeling, if you took your time with it, and if not it was nothing. To you, it could be nothing, but the best part was that to them it was everything. She still wanted to stand up. Words drifted through her mind, and she processed them. Then they were stored and then gone. Her foot inched closer. Some lives were more fun to end. Others took time. Others were full of passion and blood. Those were her favorite. Her shoulders tensed. She realised her hand would be needed to stand. Once again her eyes glanced upwards blankly. Beaten. Used.

"The pain," Voldemort continued to murmur. "Feel it...and turn it into pleasure." He kept the spell on her long after he felt she needed it. "Keep your mind blank of all except this feeling."

He had remembered teaching this to others, but it had never been as enjoyable as this.

((Fail of a post, but my Voldy/Bella juices have run dry with the excitement of the other one. <3 I already love that one so freaking much.)) 

((I AM SO. FREAKING. SORRY. The internet died on me twice and the second time it wouldn't refix, and I reset it three times and nothing happened and afjkdsjfjkld I had just finished my post FINALLLYYYY for the THIRD TIME and it deleted isself. It's okay cuzz I made a new one. BUT STILL SDFKLJKLSJFLKJSKLJFK I FEEL SO BAD))

Bellatrix twisted and gave out a cry of pain that was magnified by the otherwise silent room. Her insides buzzed. Her outsides shook. When her eyes opened, they faced a blurry dull mass that was either the ceiling or the floor. Tears were in her eyes, and her body was stiff. A reddish mark burned on her face. She stared upwards, pupils locked on nothing, fingers jerking absently. “…not worthy to learn.” Not… worthy…? Her mouth hung slightly open, taking in a deep breath. “I…” The instant the air was in, it was too much. She exhaled quickly. “…closest…?”

More oxygen.  Her chest heaved with effort, sharply drawing in and pushing out rattling breaths. A lip muscle twitched, and Bella couldn’t tell if she was making sound or not. The ringing in her ears wasn’t helping. “Milord… I…” A spot drifted past her eye. A lot of spots drifted, and she focused on one of them. It scuttled out of the way as soon as she chose it. “I apoh… apolhgize…” You don’t make sense. The marked face screwed up and blinked twice. Wetness covered her lashes coldly. “I wanh… to learn, milord…” Dim commands floated through her mind. Her vision cleared up slightly. The pain didn’t go away. Confusion fluttered briefly through her, muddled with some other emotions. “It’ss… a priv’lage. …Thank you, milord.”

A fresh rush of unexplained need made her fingers twitch again. “M-milord!” Eyes were wide. The breathy tone became urgent and somehow questioning. Brown irises dislodged themselves from the ceiling and flicked quickly to Voldemort. Her breathing became easier. He was there. Darkness splotched her vision, and her head spiraled. Reassurance blanketed her before her form went limp. Her breathing was normal again.

((I hate it when that happens. o___o And, er, to clarify. Did she go unconscious?)) 

((It's fine. <3))

Voldemort ended the spell as soon as it started, an ex
pression of indifference on his face. "Get up," he ordered. "Now."

He sighed and twirled his wand. This visit had deviated from what it had been when it first started. He had come to punish her for letting Potter get away, and he had ended up teaching her. Damn her.

"I wish to be alone now, Bellatrix," he said, waving her away tiredly. He sat down. "Get out of my sight." 

((WAT DUH HEYULL I JUST DID IT AGAIN.))

Bellatrix struggled to obey the faint orders dancing in her ears. Her eyes blinked repeatedly, unseeing, and it took a while for spotty vision to return. After about a minute of waiting for the blackness to stop spinning, her finger twitched and her shoe made a centimeters progress of allowing her to stand. Eventually, her weakened arm muscles managed to lift her torso up, and she rolled over onto her front with a wince. With a broad display of willpower, Bella heaved herself onto all fours and, extremely precariously, onto her foot. It was a miracle the heel hadn't broken.

Dazed and looking beaten, but thankfully with less darkness covering her eyes, she teetered up into an odd posistion somewhat like a wounded horse. A soft clop issued from her other shoe, and her hands moved upward until she could stand properly.

Almost immediately, she lost her balance, and the next thing she knew her arms were around his neck in an extremely awkward embrace. Blinking with a horrified ex
pression on her face, Bellatrix felt her heart leap to her throat, and she decided she didn't want to know what was playing out on his face at the moment... Mumbling an extremely muddled "Oimsorry, mlord" repeatedly and deciding it was best to totter the hell out of there, her half-aware body gave a reassuring pat on his shoulder before continuing to mutter and making a jagged path to the door. The fabric on her arms drooped slightly as she held them out to try and keep from falling.

Voldemort froze when Bellatrix's arms wrapped themselves around his person. What did the wench think she was doing...? He began to tremble, but realised it was not from anger but from something else. What? 

And then he felt it. Her soft body awkwardly draped over him, her warm breath on his face, and her jumbled apology had gotten him excited. Him, the Dark Lord. Excited by a woman who was practically a cripple. Dear Merlin, he was getting soft.

Now he actually was angry. Damn Bellatrix. "Out, Bellatrix! Now, or I'll Avada you right now and not regret it!"

((Oh. my. god. that. sentence.))

Voldemort heard what she had said, and now she really was going to regret it. In both good and bad ways.

Hearing her greet the others in another room, he approached her silently and then, quick as a snake, grabbed her and crushed her against the wall. He magically slammed the door to the room shut and locked it. Then he turned to Bellatrix, his face barely a few centimetres from her. His breath, cold as ice, carressed her face. 

"You think I'm hot and bothered?" he breathed silkily, and he pushed her harder against the wall, his body now pressed to hers. "You are right. And whose fault is that?" His hand grabbed her throat and squeezed slightly. "Yours of course. So who will fix it?" He squeezed tighter. "You." And then he let out all the tension he had been feeling, and kissed her hard, bruising her lips as his smashed against them. 

The few moments before the event, Bella's pupils had darted between his, face wincing at the pain in her throat. Her eyes had been wide, though still spacey, ever since he'd stolen her and she'd let out a little "Oh" of surprise. His words made her heart rush and her head pound, unless that was the fault of his fingers at her neck... Not sure if she was in mortal peril or not, she hadn't struggled. 

Blinking twice before realizing what had happened, her spinning head gave a lurch and she gave in completely. Although complicated with her lack of air, the slightly painful kiss made her shudder. She knew what he meant now, pain not being so bad. Being fully supported by Voldemorts body, she wrapped herself around him, the crushing feeling enveloping her thoughts. Her arms again around his neck, she lost track of time; it wasn't that she had really had it before, but this time, she lost it in a good way. Her heart felt like it was glowing, addled mind documenting everything best as it could.

He was above the mortals. He was, dammit. He was immortal and invincible. So why did he still feel like a randy teenage boy?

Raging, he Apparated into the room that held the other Malfoys.

"You have all failed me and will no feel my wrath!"  

((Since they all left, do we just play those characters now? xD))