millicent bulstrode will fuck you up (amalswinth) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-02-16 17:47:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | millicent bulstrode |
Who: Millie and her mother
What: an unexpected meeting in Azkaban.
When: Wednesday.
Where: Azkaban, a torture chamber.
Warnings: torture, angst, language.
Status: Tried this again... and now it's complete
It was a normal day in Azkaban. Well, it was slightly more decorated than usual; with Bayleigh's help, there had been quite a bit of work done to make it nice and bloody for Valentine's Day. And, for the first time, Millicent had enjoyed Valentine's Day for the fun of it that hadn't been entirely to do with torture. She hadn't been closely examining the reasons why.
Nevertheless, she was in a very good mood when she greeted the guard bringing in their newest prisoner. She took hold of the woman's shackles and dragged her to the torture chamber, enjoying the way she trembled. Once the door was locked, she let the woman fall to the floor, enjoying even more the way she struggled to crawl away in her shackles.
"Get up," Millicent said, stepping on the woman's toes and fingers, getting little mewls of pain. Her victim managed to drag herself to the wall and into a sitting position, curled around herself, holding her hands against her chest.
Millicent grabbed the whip from the wall and snapped it, lashing out, not caring which part of the inmate's body she hit. It got her in the cheek, and the woman looked up, one hand to the welt forming on her cheek. Their eyes met, and Millicent stared.
Until then, she hadn't looked her prisoner fully in the face. Now, it was like she was looking at herself, older but prettier. The same hooded eyes, the same face shape, the same skin; the features were different, more delicate, but the resemblance was uncanny.
"Please," the woman said, and Millicent realized that her eyes were clouded with tears; she probably couldn't see Millicent with the same clarity that Millicent could see her. "Please, I'm not a witch, I don't have any magic -- I didn't steal anything, a wizard tricked me--"
Bile rising in her throat, Millicent took a step back. "You're a Muggle. A filthy, disgusting, Muggle."
"That's what he called me," the woman said in the same choked, pleading tone. "I don't even know what that means... please, I haven't done anything..." She trailed off, blinking up at Millicent. "You--"
No. No. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be. Millicent made a sound that was almost like a roar and lifted the whip again, bringing it down hard before the woman could finish her sentence. It hit her full across the face, making her close her eyes, making her stop looking at Millicent. "Crucio!" Millicent screamed, lifting her wand; she didn't want to know, didn't want this to be anything but torture.
She held the spell until her prisoner had passed out from the pain, the longest she had ever held it, but she had never felt it so much. Then Millicent levitated the unconscious woman to her cell, not even wanting to touch her, and locked her in, slamming the bars closed with a satisfying, echoing sound.
It wasn't until she had signed out early for the day, and was standing outside waiting for the boat to take her back to the mainland, that she realized she was shaking. Shaking with anger, mostly, and a bit of fear; fear that she was right, that it was her mother in there, that someone else would find out. Fear of what it meant that someone had actually captured her mother in the first place, because Muggles didn't get sent to Azkaban. It had to be some sort of trick, something to get Millicent's attention -- maybe her father --
Fury rose up inside her at the thought of her father. What could he possibly get out of putting his first wife into prison? Millicent couldn't even think straight, couldn't figure it out for the life of her.
Shite. She just needed to get home, get away from here, to think. No one could see her like this. Thank fuck she didn't need an escort on the boat, and she was alone; she closed her eyes and felt the ocean spray on her face. If a few tears mingled with the marine water, well, no one would ever be able to tell the difference, not even Millicent.