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

104 words.


The Dark Lord tightened his hand around Bellatrix's throat like a necklace pulled too tight, and her head spun, her knees going weak. She should have been frightened, but could only be excited.


He silenced her with a slap across the face, then his hand trailed slowly down her breast, her belly, down between her legs, and Bellatrix gasped for air, the way a fish thrown out of water and smothered would, as two fingers slid up inside her. Her body shook, stars popped before of her eyes, and she lost herself in the heaven of having the Dark Lord's hands on her.