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He was watching her closely, beedy little eyes following her graceful movements around the small room. With a smile, she leaned forward, moving her fingernails along his chubby cheek. “Are you scared?”


“N-n-no,” he stuttered, eyes wide with fear as he wondered again what he was doing.


“I like fear,” she smiled as her nail broke his skin, watching the pale droplets of blood stain his pale cheek crimson. Straddling him, she looked into the shadows, a chilling smile crossing her face as she felt him shake from fear. Moving her tongue slowly over his flesh, her wand rested against his chin. “Crucio” she whispered huskily, feeling him buck beneath her.


The game continued for over an hour. By the time she was finished, he was drooling, his eyes barely open. Blood covered his neck, face, and chest. However, he was still conscious, still pledging loyalty to her Master. Perhaps he was not worthless, this friend of her cousin.


“Enough Bellatrix.” Her master’s voice halted her movements, her hand pausing as she stroked the length pressing against her wet cunt. “You have done well, child. Leave the boy to me.”


Bowing her head, she backed away, turning to leave the room, the sound of Peter’s screams following her as her Master played with his new initiate.


End.