Author's Notes: Written for Forum Birthday Challenge #15 on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful forum.
Write a drabble using strange metaphors
The frustration of being so perpetually close to the Dark Lord and never allowed to do what she wanted with him drove Bellatrix insane. Every meeting, she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from begging him to take her, and if it weren't for the presence of Narcissa as an example of proper behaviour, Bellatrix was sure she would have broken down long ago. It was every bit as bad as the Dementors, she thought.
Well, no, not quite that bad. But close.
No, really, not even that close. The Dementors were much worse, really, than frustration.
But it was bad.