Bellatrix was rather impressed by her own restraint, but she had been so furious with this disgusting creature of a man that eliciting every scream she could from him was far too tempting to resist. He was begging for his life when she let him be, promising to work harder and find her the cure to the virus he had unleashed.
She would be back for his life later, once she'd taken every bit of pleasure she could from flaying his sorry hide.
Bellatrix knew she was late for the little 'dinner party' her husband had planned, but she didn't care in the slightest. She was in far too good of a mood when she finally arrived, just in time to hear them discussing her new little conquest.
"That's exactly what I thought, Rabastan," the woman said, smirking as she summoned herself a glass of firewhiskey. "We already know she possesses the cunning. Now I just have to be sure that she has the loyalty and the bullocks." She swirled the glass of liquor as she walked down the length of the dining table, her eyes dark as they passed over her family members.
She finally halted next to the chair her husband was seated in, placing a hand on his shoulder. The pox marks were still visible on her skin and, although she still wasn't healthy, she had not gotten any worse. Rodolphus was seemingly healing faster than her, but she thought she could perhaps get over this illness soon as well.