|Amycus Carrow (amycus__carrow) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-10-22 23:57:00
|Entry tags:||!2003:10, !backdated, !incomplete, alicia spinnet, amycus carrow|
Who: Amycus Carrow and Alicia Spinnet
When: backdated to shortly after this and this
Where: Carrow hideout
What: Amycus has a lovely psychological torture to start with Alicia!
Rating: PG13? Probably lots of cussing.
When Amycus had gotten his pet while fleeing with Alecto and Rabastan during the war he really hadn't thought much about her. She would be something amusing to pass the time. Both he and Alecto would enjoy breaking her, making her scream and writhe and beg. Just something that was around simply to pass the days of hiding. He'd never actually expected her to last as long as she had and he certainly had never expected her to escape.
But escape she had and that escape had fueled Amycus's obsession. No one could ever claim that either of the Carrow siblings were sane. Alecto was most certainly the more boisterous, blood thirsty of the two, but that certainly didn't mean that Amycus was any more sane than she was. He was just normally happy to sit back and let Alecto have her fun and join in. Alicia escaping though had changed that. He wanted her back. She was a challenge, something for him to overcome and break so completely.
He had to have her back.
When he'd ran into the youngest Weasley boy he hadn't thought much of anything of it. It was a quick amusement. The Weasleys always proved to be amusing whenever he had dealings with them. (Of course they were annoying and needed to be killed as well, but amusing nonetheless.) When he'd posted his little innocuous entry in his journal he certainly hadn't expected what happened. All thanks to one little idiotic ginger he had a deal with one of the Snatchers of old to get his prized pet back without any true work on his part.
And when she was delivered... Oh it was so sweet. She was unconscious and bound and certainly a lot healthier looking than the last time Amycus had seen her. It didn't change anything though. He relished the thought of breaking her again. She'd been spunky before and he was positive that in the years that had passed she'd become spunky once more. He loved it when they were feisty. It was just so much fun!
Another innocuous journal entry went out, almost blatantly telling the world that he had her. And oh the replies! They were like icing on the cake! And it gave him such a delightfully wicked idea that he just had to go through with it. Picking up his journal he sauntered off, whistling a tune under his breath as he went. He had a happy little step as he went and a grin on his face. This would be fun. Oh so much fun!
"Wakey, wakey, my precious little pet! Today we're going to work more on breaking you," he sing-songed through the bars in the door as he looked in on Alicia. She was bound in the room still though he kept it simply to a collar locked around her neck that chained her to a hard cot and allowed her movement, but not enough to reach the door. There were no windows in the room, so she had no way of knowing what time of day it was. He was determined she wouldn't escape this time. No free movement for his precious pet any longer.
Pulling the door open Amycus dropped his wand on the table right outside the door. He wouldn't need it for this task and he certainly didn't want Alicia getting any ideas. He did, however, have his journal tucked under his arm but still in plain view. "I'm here to read you a bedtime story, darling."