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inbloodwelust (inbloodwelust) wrote in seditio_wayback,

The house elf writhed beneath the girl's touch, but resistance was futile, for Roddy thrust the wand against the creature's chest and warned him that he would send a shock through him such as to cause his heart to stop immediately. And Mayfalk ceased to struggle but his trembling could not be stilled and the mute screams which attempted to exit his bleeding mouth at Bella's ministrations.

"Wonderful, Bell," he praised her, his eyes glowing with the admiration he felt for his companion, taking the bleeding flesh from her fingers, their own fingers brushing against one another as the gore covered them both. But he cared not, the feel of blood was not anathema to him, rather it was a familiar comfort, one which in future would become an aphrodisiac as their bodies joined in unholy congress amidst the sanguinity of their victims. But that was then and this was now, and it was warm and velvety and pleasing to the touch...

"Shall we cut off the fingers next?" he asked, seeking to know her preference in the matter. She was welcome to cut as much or as little as she liked. He would do the rest, if she preferred, if she wished to torture him in other ways. Her choice. Even now he followed her lead, in deference to what their relationship was, and to what it would always be.