Title: Twisted Desires
House: Gryffindor
Rating: R
Characters: Voldemort, Bellatrix/Rodolphus
Challenge: Root
Word Count: 100
Notes: A very dark drabble so please don't read this if you are easily offended by adult topics. The first one I wrote was way better (52 words too many, to be exact) it broke my heart to have to cut it down so it is down below.

As the pain of the crucio hit her once more, Bellatrix bit her lip to keep from voicing the unending torment. She writhed on the floor at Voldemort’s feet, unable to scream...

Abruptly, the agony ceased. Dazed eyes watched as Rodolphus knelt, "Is that your deep-rooted desire, Bella?" His tone was harsh, matching the bruising force of his hands on her, "To be made a slave to pain?"

How could she lie with the scent of her own arousal in the air? "Yes."

Yanking her limp form up, Rodolphus kissed her with bloodying strength, "I believe I can accomodate that."

Title: Twisted Desires (extended version)

As the pain of the crucio hit her once more, Bellatrix bit down on her lower lip to keep from voicing her unending torment.  She writhed on the floor at Lord Voldemort’s feet, desperate to keep Him from realizing how he affected her...

Mercifully, the agony ceased and He walked off, leaving her disheveled and panting on the floor, squirming with aftershocks.  Through dazed eyes, Bellatrix watched as her fiancee knelt on the floor beside her, “Is that it, Bella?”  Rodolphus asked, his tone harsher than his usual cultured tones, “Is that your deep-rooted desire?  To be made a slave to pain?”

How could she lie with the scent of her own arousal in the air?  “Yes.”

A feral smile touched his lips and he grabbed her, yanking her limp form up against his, “I think I can accomodate you.”  He growled before lowering his head down to hers with bruising force...

mood: weird
audio: Depeche Mode - Strange Love