Newt Scamander Preferences

When Leta Makes A Return (Part Three)

Key:

Person A = Loves Credence

Person B = Loves Newt

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"My, my, what a pretty face." she hissed, as she circled her tied up victim like a shark and suppressed a laugh when they pulled at their bonds. 

Wrists fastened to the arms of the metal chair, (Person A) was not going to be leaving any time soon. The dark-haired hellion relished in that thought. 

Moving in closer, she leaned in and whispered in her husky, spiteful tone: "Oh how I'm going to ruin it."

(Person A) squirmed further in their chair, their pleas muffled by the makeshift gag that had been stuffed in their mouth. They were so thirsty, for it had been hours- perhaps days, for they had lost track of the days and nights- since they had tasted a sip of cool, delicious water. Like sand paper in their mouth, the gag's coarse surface only accentuated their need for a drink. 

The cruel female giggled at the look of fear on the pathetic being's face. Oh, yes. She was going to enjoy every minute with them. 

From the dark leather sheath attached to her hip, she pulled out  a long, thin blade. It reminded (Person A) of the icicles they had seen on the trees in the winter. 

"This particular beauty is what is known as an Angel Blade. It's design is said to have originated from the lance of Archangel Michael." Leta's grin grew and a flash of malice passed across her eyes. "And I'm going to use it to crave the same markings that your beloved has into your skin." glancing down at the blade, she gazed at it with a look of fondness. "Then I'm going to carve his name into your skin. Over and over and over again. So that when you think of him, you'll only ever associate him to immense pain."

And with that final explanation, Leta Lestrange began to have her fun.