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Amycus Carrow ([info]amycus__carrow) wrote in [info]wished,
The basement... He had a fair idea as to why Alecto wanted the muggle in there and he grinned maliciously at the thought. Perhaps they should make certain some new recruits came around when Alecto was having some fun with her gift... He was positive they still had a thing or twenty to learn and he felt that she would be one of the perfect ones to teach them.

“Then that’s where she’ll go,” Amycus stated, even more amused that she was trembling even further after Alecto had circled around them. How wondered how long it would take until she was begging for a swift death? That was something that she wouldn’t be granted, of that he was certain. He wouldn’t mind her begging then, screaming and pleading as she cried in pain.

“I figured you could teach her a lesson, show her why she shouldn’t have done what she did. Of course you’d have to make certain the lesson stuck, so you should draw it out. I was thinking perhaps a nice weekend worth of lessons.” His tone was thoughtful as he shot a look back at his sister.

Germaine continued to tremble against Amycus. She shook her head in denial at the words being said and closed her eyes, willing it all to be a dream. But when she opened her eyes she still saw the same wild woman with her gleeful and sadistic look and felt the hands of the man who’d taken her restraining her from getting away.


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