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Bellatrix's eyes widened at the Dark Lord's implications. "Of course, my Lord," she murmured and stood again, moving to Snape's side. She pulled his head roughly back again and forced him into a chair. It was so much easier to circle them when they were in a chair, just within the reach of her hands that could be so warm and so painful. Most Death Eaters refused to use their own bodies, but the torture was better, mental and physical, when she could be a part of it herself.
After circling the chair, Bellatrix suddenly curled into his lap, her arm around his neck and the other one picking at his sleeve just over his dark mark. "What do you say, Sev? For old time's sake?"
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