Lis (faeriedust) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-10-07 08:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 10, character: lorcan scamander, character: stephen nott, dead character: bridget, former character: millicent bulstrode |
RP: Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride.
Who: Millicent Bulstrode, Bridget Finch-Fletchley
When: Before Classes, 7 October 2024
Where: Hogwarts
Warning: Some language and violence.
Summary: Millicent returns, hovering near death.
Notes: Words in bold are meant to be Russian.
"How many months have we tried?" His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back before he pushed herout of the chair. Ivan tossed his wife to the ground as he stalked towards her. "We try every night and nothing. It's like you do not want to do your duty by me. Get up, you lazy cow." His hand reached down and hauled her to her feet. It was true he could use his wand for this, but he would save that for later.
"Why is that, do you suppose?" His breath was hot with the smell of wine tangy on his breath. "Did I accept damaged goods or do you betray me like a ten sickle whore?"
The man struck Millicent, sending her stumbling a few steps back. Black spots danced in front of her eyes and she tried her best to blink them away. He had struck her before and it was nothing she couldn't stand. "I have--" she broke off, knowing he did not like her speaking in English. "I have been nothing but faithful to you, my husband." She only wished she could say the same for him. He had been fucking a whore before their marriage and had kept the trysts with her even after they had been married. Ivan had even left their wedding bed for his whore's.
Millicent wanted to hate the whore, Irina was her name, but she couldn't. The woman took Ivan's attention away, leaving the younger woman in peace. She liked it best when she could sit and read and imagine herself anywhere but the cold Russian castle. There was little else she could do these days. Her horse had been killed. Punishment for the first month. Then her owl and finally her wand had been broken. She was utterly dependent on him.
There were times she dreamed of escaping, returning to England and to her father's home, continuing her education. But that was all they were. Dreams. She had no resources to get home, no one to confide in. Her only means of communication lay dead somewhere, crucioed to death. Her world consisted of the gray stone walls of Balga Castle.
"Liar," he spat, withdrawing his wand. He enjoyed the look in her eyes as he did so. Her terror tasted sweet upon his tongue. This is how she should be, subservient to her husband. She was still much too defiant. Oh, he enjoyed breaking his young wife. "Crucio."
Millicent screamed as her legs gave out. Before, when he had first cursed her, she had tried to hold back, be strong and defy his obvious enjoyment of the task, but his wand proved to be too much. She screamed and screamed, knowing full well that there was nobody willing to hear her.
Just as the fuzzy black of unconsciousness was upon her, he halted the spell, tucking his wand away. Ivan then began to remove his belt from his waist. It was time to move on to the next event. Millicent watched him through pain clouded eyes, though she did see him. She was already gone into her own mind.