RP: Natasha and Jennifer Who: Natasha, Jennifer, Voldemort Where: Up north When: October 28, 2024 Rating/Warnings: Murder, torture, blood, castration... Natasha is having fun. Summary: Natasha rescues Jennifer, and bring her back with her to the three Broomsticks
Once she knew where she was going, Natasha had no problem finding the right spot, and since she knew where she was looking for tracks, the man’s footprints were easy to spot. He’d walked there many times both before and later, and his stride was heavy and distinct. No other human tracks were present, even as Natasha got closer. It was clear the man lived alone.
Walking around the small farm, Natasha still took care to check that there was indeed no one else around, before she located the man, and in a stroke of luck, the woman at the same time.
She’d just made her way inside, her movements quiet and discrete as usual when she heard them. The man was talking, or rather bragging but his voice was interrupted by the weak groans of a woman. Someone he called bitch.
Busy torturing the naked woman in the cage, the farmer didn’t even know she was in the room when the first Cruciatus hit him square in the back. He dropped the knife he was holding – silver from the look of the woman’s wounds – and fell to the floor. His screams were a lot louder than the woman had been, and Natasha felt the rush of listening to him.
She lifted the curse, disarming him of his wand before proceeding, a simple flick of her wand tying him to the cage he’d used to keep the woman in. With a small smile, Natasha approached, stripping his clothes off with more wand movements until he was as naked as the woman behind him. She then opened the cage and helped the woman out, seating her so that she could watch the show as she turned her attention back to the man.
He was shivering, and shaking and calling out profanities at her when she flicked her wand at the knife by the floor, using it to slice of his cock with a smooth chopping motion. He screamed with absolute horror and pain. Another flick and a new wound opened in his chest, exposing his heart but keeping him alive.
“Wingardium Leviosa,” she said, levitating his heart out of the body, making sure he watched it. That’s when he passed out and when Natasha flicked her wand sharply, severing the heart from the body. It was still beating when it hit the floor, but Natasha didn’t care as she turned back towards the woman. She took her in her arms and Apparated them both to her room where she wrapped a blanket around her and healed the more acute of her wounds. It was not her strength and the woman would live with the scars, but that was irrelevant.
“I will let the Dark Lord know that you are here, he will expect your gratitude.”
With that, she left the room to find an owl, locking it securely behind her.