The Love of a Thornbush

Scrambled Eggs and Dark Intent - Chapter Seventeen

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"You didn't think it through, did you?"

Bellatrix, with clicking footsteps, chuckled as she stumbled closer through the darkness. The smell of stale alcohol hit me. She'd been drinking, heavily, by the state of her appearance.

Her hair was even more tousled than usual, the greys silver against her black curls. Her ebony eyes shone against the darkness with a malevolent light. I pressed myself back against the cold stone wall of the cellar as she staggered the final few steps towards me.

Her hand met my throat with tender, caring violence. Her breath carried notes of lightly diluted vodka and cigarette smoke. The Witch fixed me with her smug, success-maddened look of victory.

I was forced to keep eye contact as her lips pulled back, bearing a rotten smile that crinkled her eyes. My heart hammered as she inched closer to my face, her beautiful features were horrifying in the darkness of the cellar.

"A pretty face and no brains, that's the lot we've got with you~" her hand on my throat tensed, holding me to the wall with not only her physical strength but the mental fear she had created in me. Bellatrix with her menacing smile leered down at me like a cat with a mouse.

"But that doesn't matter, not for the plans I have-" she breathed, leaning in for a hasty sniff at my neck that she seemed to savour "...you're mine, birdy~ now and always, no matter how far you run"

She dragged her finger across the side of my face, an obsessive smile perched upon her lips like an evil raven.

"You will come back to me, little girl... One way or another~" her thumb pushed to the back of my mouth, making me gag as her psychotic smile widened with manic glee "~im part of you now"

My gasping breaths didn't stop her from making me gag, brushing the tip of her thumb against the silky back of my throat. The Older Witch licked her lips as I barely made out a choked gurgle, her ebony eyes shone with a sadistic pleasure. She wasn't enjoying this as much as she would in reality, but in my head was what she'd have to settle for.

Slowly, she retracted her fingers, giving me the slightest relief. My chest heaved as I caught my breath, but it was all for naught as the witch gleefully threw herself into me.

Her teeth like fangs clashed against my mouth as she forced a kiss on my lips, hands groping me with burning passion. Her moans of exhilaration startled me as she held me to the cold stone wall, ravenous like a starved wolf. All she felt was pleasure, all I felt was fear.

Her tongue probed deeper into my mouth even as I wrestled to free myself, I knew it was only a dream but still it felt so real. Her hands held me steadfast like a picture nailed to the wall.

The eternally one-sided kiss was broken as I finally found a weak point to grasp, my hard pressed push landed directly on her right breast with such force as to send her fleeing from my lips like a scalded fish.

The pain that expressed across her face soon turned to disbelief, before passionate anger fueled by drunkenness lead her to growl out an indistinguishable curse and take a furious step back towards me.

The materials of the dungeon fizzled around each other like dancing stars, and her step fumbled as the room rocked on its foundation. We found ourselves in equal distress as we clutched onto walls, even as Bellatrix clumsily attempted to make her way towards me she had to hold on so as not to fall flat with no chance of getting up again.