Rabastan Lestrange (te_rabastan) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-05-29 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 05, character: alastor moody, character: bill weasley, character: victoire lupin, dead character: fleur weasley, dead character: rabastan lestrange |
RP: Rabastan, Fleur
Who: Rabastan, Fleur
Where: Somewhere in Scotland, Diagon Alley
When: 29/30 May, 2025
Rating/Warnings: Death, torture, rape.
Summary: Rab has a spot of fun.
Rabastan had decided to have a little fun by himself. There would be no back up for this, no need to. He didn't need anyone for what he was going to do. He waited until the pretty lady exited her office. For all of their precautions, it was pretty easy to walk around Diagon Alley with a cloak and a hood pulled over his head, and he got close to the blond without anyone noticing. He cast the Imperius, making sure that she'd walk with him to an alley, and from there, they Apparated to the middle of nowhere.
"Well, darling, we're going to have some fun," he told her with a smile, just before casting the Cruciatus. The screams were immediate, and he grinned. He ended the curse before he liked, but he wanted her conscious and sane for this. "This is just the beginning." He meant it. He wanted every member of the Potter and Weasley family to suffer. "So what should we do next?" he asked, pretending to think, but he knew exactly what you wanted. First, the ropes tied around her wrists. He grabbed the end and pulled her arms above her head, fastening around a tree.
He straddled her, took out a knife and ripped the front of her robe. "I am going to make you suffer for what they did to Lilith," he hissed, before kissing her soundly, and then he straightened up. "So, let's start, shall we?" he said, cheerily. He took his knife and began carving on her pale skin. He went deeper than he had to, watching as the blood stained her skin. With each new letter, he got harder. Soon, rubbing against her wasn't enough. He moved between her legs and ripped the rest of the robe up. She screamed and he could see it in her eyes that she knew what he was about to do, which made it only better.
This wasn't about sex; it was about making them all pay. They would know when they'd find her. He pushed in as roughly as he could, fucking her, pushing into her. She was tight and dry, just enough to stop him from coming too quickly as he finished his little message. As he wrote the last letter, he moved faster, pumping into her until he was coming inside her.
Rabastan pulled out and got up. He took a good look at her. There was come and blood between her legs. Her stomach was covered in blood and the perfect letter were there:
FOR LILITH.
A quick look at her face told him that she was losing consciousness. Fine with him. He cast a spell so that no one would see her, and left. He returned in the middle of the night; by then, she was dead. He put his cloak back on and Apparated her body right in front of Gringott's. He tossed her there, and then went home. Tonight had been a good night.