He Would Have His Revenge
Voldemort tightened his grip on his wand. "Crucio!" he hissed again, his eyes flashing as the curse struck its victim.
The Mudblood writhed on the floor, screaming her lungs out.
He narrowed his eyes, increasing the intensity of the curse. How dare this girl try and live in the world? She didn't deserve to live, and she really didn't deserve to have magic.
He flicked his wand, the curse stopping.
"Please," she begged, looking up at him. Her face was raw, blood dripping down. "Please," she begged once more. Her black curls were matted, but still lacked the insane look his best lieutenant had.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "I am not a merciful Lord." He pointed his wand at her. "Crucio!" he shouted again.
A small part of him wondered if he was really torturing her because she looked just like the woman he wanted. The woman he couldn't have. It wasn't fair! Life wasn't fair, and he'd be sure everyone else knew that.
With a roar, he intensified the curse. He couldn't torture Bellatrix, for all the teasing that she did, but he'd torture this girl who looked like her. Closing his eyes, he imagined it was Bellatrix begging for mercy from him.
His red eyes opened, the emotion pouring forth. He knew Bella flounced about, lusting after whomever she pleased. She didn't understand that she was his servant, his property.
And she would pay in time.
But for now, he'd have to make due with substitutes. "Avada Kedavra!" he shouted, causing the Mudblood to still.
He would make her pay.
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