"But, pet, it's your fault she's here," Walden crooned. "Don't you know this is what happens when you dally with those beneath your notice? Everyone pays."
Wand trailing lightly over her skin, he walked slowly around her, envisioning the final creation he would make of her body before the end. Coming to stand before her his eyes fell on the long scar running down her neck and chest. One did not spend years in his line of work without recognising that handiwork. Walden smiled.
"Hush now. There's no reason for tears." He leaned up and licked at the salt trail down her cheek. "Yet."
He started with the scarring, using his spells like a surgeon's knife, he sliced delicately into the skin, thin, shallow, but deep enough to bleed. A long line running the length of that scar before curving around and beneath one breast, coiling in a lazy spiral until the end disappeared into the clamp already piercing her nipple. Back to the scar, then, and a second line set right alongside the first, blood painting a matching spiral around the other breast before he stepped back to admire his own work. "Missing something, I think." Snapping his fingers decisively, he used the chains still binding her to pull her closer. He ducked his head to bite deeply into the soft flesh of her left breast, right over her heart. Worrying and tearing at it with his teeth until he could taste the sweet copper tang of blood on his tongue, he grinned when he stepped back to reveal the large, dark purple mark. "Much better. Wouldn't want you to forget where the heart goes."
"We're going to use the diagrams I draw on your body to dictate where we cut open your mudblood whore," he whispered harshly in her ear. "Can't give you her heart if we can't find it."
He returned to his work, leaving the spell teasing and pleasuring her, a mockery of lovers' foreplay to add to the humiliation as he gave her the pain she deserved. Continuing his art, he traced patterns over her stomach, up her arms, down her legs, around and over her back, adding a splash of colour with blows or bites wherever the desire struck him. Then he healed the cuts and began again...and again for a third time until he was sure her senses were not yet to the point of overload, but well on their way between the stinging, throbbing pain, and the counterpoint of pleasure.
Resting his chin on her shoulder as he came to stand beside her, the third set of designs still a brilliant scarlet across her pale skin, he remarked conversationally, "You know, pet, we're really being terribly rude to Bella and your dear little slut, keeping all this fun for ourselves. Would you like to watch now while Bella plays with her for a bit? If you're extra good," his real fingers moved to join the phantom fingers, pinching her clit harshly while he rubbed himself against her arse, "perhaps I'll even fuck you while she bleeds out. You can come screaming her name before I take your head. Would you like that, pet?"