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Bellatrix Lestrange Samples
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001/ANYTIME With a great heaving sigh, Bellatrix closed the door to her dungeon behind herself. She grumbled a bit, sliding her robe off her shoulders. She dropped it to the corner furthest from her prey. For the moment she ignored the form writhing and bound in chains to the wall. Pulling her wand from its usual spot between her breasts, Bella smoothed the black and crimson corset smooth once more. It was so much more convenient to store her wand in her cleavage. Not to mention served as a wonderful tool of distraction when battling with blokes whose eyes were naturally drawn there anyway. Slipping off her shoes, she kicked them toward her robe, toes hidden completely beneath her full black skirt. Then she waved her wand at the wall opposite her victim, opening up a cabinet of weapons and devices, as well as a whole brood of strong liquors.

Pulling her favorite knife from the cabinet, Bellatrix replaced her wand with it, tucking the blade between her breasts. Grabbing a bottle of firewhiskey, Bellatrix popped it open, letting the lid fall to the floor. Then she turned, eyes narrowed on her prey. Usually she spoke to her victims, taunted them, played a bit of cat and mouse. However, she'd spent the day arguing with her mother and was not in the mood. Bellatrix was determined that her marriage not be made a big deal out of, and yet her mother and Rodolphus' mother had other plans. And now all Bella wanted to do was drown her sorrows in alcohol and blood. The first of which was being tipped to her throat that very moment. And the second, well, it would have to wait a moment. She could hardly get sufficiently drunk and slice up a body at the same time. She paused in her drinking, waving her wand at the body. "Crucio." It was her favorite spell. And also the one that had been most frequently used on her during her training, and the reason she was barren. A fact she still hadn't let her future husband in on.

Releasing the crucio, Bellatrix sighed. She tipped the bottle to her lips again, downing another few gulps. This was going to be a very long night if she could help it.


1st Person Samples
001/2ND WAR [Hexed Private to Narcissa] Do you remember when we were about six and Mummy bought you that long white dress for some winter festival we were going to? And you went on and on about how you couldn't wait to be someone's bride and get married. And how I went on and on about how I was going to get married but no man was over going to run me? (Nevermind that I was six and completely determined at that time to marry Siri before I realized how disgusting that is and that he was a traitorous bastard.) And I used to go on and on about how I was my own woman and no man would ever own me. You remember that, don't you? Of course you do.

Do you think I've gone back on that? I don't mean with the Dark Lord, either. Everyone knows that I bend to His will, as He's the only person who's ever been able to fight me down. Do you think that being with Rodolphus and Rabastan has taken my sense of self from me? I used to stand tall and strong and I was Bellatrix Black-Lestrange. No one fucked with me. I was His right hand woman and for the most part people ran from my very shadow. And now... I don't know... things just seem so different now.

Rodolphus is finished being angry with me. And normally I would take him back into my arms, and into my bed, immediately, willingly. I can't do it right now, though. I don't know why. I want to. I want to hold him. I want to be held. Maybe that's why I can't. I feel like I've betrayed who I once was. I trusted that part of myself into his hands, and Rabastan's, and somehow I feel like that part of me has been betrayed. They're fighting over me like I was their bloody inheritance or something. Rabastan was over the other day, rubbing my feet because he's a darling, and Rodolphus found us. And instead of walking away, or exploding, he started running his hands into my shirt. I felt like they were trying to mark their territory. And I am no man's territory. I trusted them with that part of myself because I trusted that neither of them would cross that line. And not only has it been crossed, but it's been erased. I don't know what to do... or how to feel. I hate locking him out, but I can't let him in right now.

Also, unimportant tidbit, Andromeda's last days are nearing. I made clear to the Dark Lord that I would like to be the one taking care of that, mostly for the sake of you, love. We've been told to start on the outer edges of the family and work our way in toward the target (the target being the mudblood twat of a neice of ours). I just wanted to be sure that there weren't relatives you wanted left alive for any reason, love. Otherwise I do believe I'll off them all to release some of this frustration. I'm supposed to be working my way in toward Nymphadora, but I really think that I'll make Andromeda watch me kill the girl. I was willing to give her a place. She may have been a squirming little halfblood, but I was willing to help her into society. You remember, don't you? How Andromeda shut me out completely? The bitch. --- I apologize, love. You don't need to be reading this sort of thing with my little neice forming so nicely inside of you. Just let me know if there is anyone that comes to mind, my angel. And be sure to call me if you need anything, even if it's just to have me sit with you for a bit. Anything at all, my white angel.