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While Bella and the Dark Lord discussed the proceedings, Snape stood. He was being foolhardy; he knew that the end result would be death and it was only a matter of how fast or slow it would be and it would be faster if he could bore them but, he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of thinking him softened. His arm still burned but, the pain was bearable and he was no longer bleeding. "If I am going to be little use to you as sport, perhaps it would be better to just get the deed over with and execute me," he suggested.
The Dark Lord waved his hand in dismissal to the other Death eaters, slinking an arm around Bella's waist. As he leaned in to whisper in her ear, he pointed his wand and ensured that Snape could not hear what he said as he writhed on the floor in pain.
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