ah the s c r e a m s (death eaters&&Carrietta)

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The rain was pouring as Isabelle walked up the long driveway to the Malfoy Manor. Pansy, as Isabelle had suspected, had allowed her to use the dungeons of the large estate as temporary headquarters until a permanent place had been decided on. She stood before the grandiose manor, glad to be under an awning and out of the rain, even if she had donned a cloak. She knocked loudly three times and waited. The butler answered the door; and with a wave of his hand gestured her in.

"What a pleasure to see you again Mrs. Rivera," said he, taking her sopping cloak, and then hanging it on a brass hook near the door. "I shall inform Mrs. Malfoy that you have arrived." The old man then began ascending the stairs, leaving Isabelle quite alone in the entrance hall. She waited impatiently, but after ten minutes the butler returned, without Pansy by his side. "Mrs. Malfoy is currently indisposed; but she has told me you know your way around and to make yourself at home." the butler informed her. Isabelle nodded once and immediately made her way to the dungeons.

They held but one prisoner; none other than the History of Magic professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Carrietta North. Isabelle looked into the locked cell at her captive; once she had brought her here, she had promptly snapped her wand, and as the Malfoys had anti-apparation charms on their estate, there was no chance of her escaping. "Doing well today?" Isabelle sneered.

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"If you've come to torture me again; I assure you that you are wasting your time." said Carrietta, refusing to look at the woman who currently held her captive. She saw no point in her being a prisoner; she held no information that could be of use to Isabelle, nor did she plan to be of any service to her. It was just the woman's twisted ways. Carrietta looked terrible, she was filthy from being kept in a dungeon, and the chains keeping her close to the wall were digging into her skin, leaving large red marks on her wrists and ankles.

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Isabelle laughed a moment; she could already tell that she was going to have fun with Carrietta, she would be a difficult person to break, but once she did, there wouldn't be any hopes of mending. "True, wasting my time I might be, but sweetheart; you've really no idea." said Isabelle. "I've got all the time in the world." She fixed her eyes upon the woman unblinkingly, wondering what she should do first.

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Carrietta fought back tears; how her family must be worried about her. Avery, her husband, what would he tell the kids? They were too young to understand, Bennett was seven, little Christabel only five. And her mother and her bad heart, she had probably fainted when she learned of the disappearance of her daughter. Carrietta did not reply, but remained silent, bracing herself for the physical pain that she was bound to endure in this session with someone so evil.

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Within a second, Isabelle had her wand upon the professor with crucio; while simultaneously using her prowess with Legilimency to run through the contents of her current emotions and years worth of memories. When Isabelle finally released Carrietta from the curse, she grinned evilly, having found new ammo to use against her. "If only Bennett and Christabel could see mummy now," Isabelle said, tutting her tongue.

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[omghprp]

Carrietta screamed when the torture curse was placed upon her, her noise echoing loudly in the dungeons, it was the worst pain she had felt in her entire life, she wanted it to be over so badly... She panted heavily once she got a respite, anger bubbled in her stomach when Isabelle mentioned her kids. She struggled in vain against her bindings, feeling the chains cutting into her skin, warm blood slowly oozing from her wounds. "Don't you dare talk about my children!" Carrietta shouted.

[gaspevil]

"Oh what Avery must be going through, trying to explain why mummy isn't coming home," said Isabelle, she was going to say more when the smell of blood met her nostrils. It was sweet, inviting, her burgundy eyes faded to black as she opened the door to the cell and stepped inside. But Carrietta was nowhere near as tempting as Raychel had been, but her blood was nevertheless extraordinarily sweet-smelling; and Isabelle thirsted greatly.

[broadway]

Raychel walked along the edge of the manor, the rain slowing down a bit. She donned a flowing black cloak, and a comfortable pair of bblack slacks. Her ballet flats were close to silent as she made her way noiselessly up the drive. Raychel paused and looked up at the beautiful manor. The place was a hell, but Raychel had no choice but to enter. She went up swiftly to the door and slammed to brass knock against the door rather hard. The butler was quick to open the door.

When his eyes met Raychel's he raised a curious eyebrow. No doubt he was wondering who she was, considering she wasn't donned in a Death Eater's robe. Nevertheless, he ushered her inside. Raychel removed her cloak and handed it to the butler wordlessly and he directed her to what Raychel assumed was the dungeon area. When she began her descent, every scream paused her. Finally, she reached the bottom. Her observant eyes immediately picked up the forms of Isabelle and a woman. With the sweet smell of blood wafting from the corner, Raychel strained in order to keep from lunging.

At the prisoner's cry of, "Don't you dare talk about my children!" Raychel's mind stopped working. It was Professor North. She cringed slightly, but continued forward, until she was next to Isabelle. Raychel glanced apologetically at Professor North before turning to Isabelle and bowing her head slightly. Again, the sweet smelling blood of her HoM teacher wafted towards her and Raychel tensed once more.

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"You are late," Isabelle said simply to Raychel, as simply as one might discuss the dismal weather. Her eyes snapped back to the teacher; she closed the gap between them and pressed the tip of her wand firmly into her throat, just to the point of discomfort, nothing more. "How is the Headmistress to return to Hogwarts?" asked Isabelle plainly, in spite of her tone not taking shape of a menacing one, she knew her presence alone was enough to frighten many.

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"The butler didn't trust me." Raychel replied simply. She warily watched the teacher and cringed at Isabelle's question. She had no idea how the Headmistress would return. In an order to stop from giving away her discomfort, Raychel folded her arms across her chest, her pale skin contrasting greatly against the deep purple fabric. Raychel met Professor North's determined and furious gaze and bit her tongue. She wanted so badly to help her, but she knew that would only kill them, both her and her beloved teacher. Raychel began to tap her foot nervously.

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"I am growing exceedingly impatient; answer my question!" Isabelle said firmly, eyes not moving away from Carrietta for an instant. She pressed the tip of her wand even harder into the flesh of the professor, her deep burgundy eyes beginning to fade to black out of hunger and sheer anger. Isabelle would torture her if she didn't reply in a matter of a few seconds.

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Carrietta felt the beads of sweat running quickly down her body; the hot blood seeping down her wrists and ankles. Her breathing came in mere stutters; Carrietta was exhausted, near her breaking point. "I don't know," Carrietta said, close to tears, but working fervently at holding them back. In truth; she had been told that Cici would be returning to Hogwarts with their champion via apparation into Hogsmeade and walking back to the castle, but she was not going to tell.

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Isabelle listened intensely to Carrietta's response; more so to the pace of her heart. Her eyes flashed in sheer anger. "Do not lie to me!" Isabelle roared loudly. She cast crucio on the professor once more, perhaps another torturing session might loosen her tongue. Sure, she could make a batch of Veritiserum; but this was so much more fun than just a simple potion and having what she needed in just a few seconds.

[broadway]

Raychel dug her nails into her palms at the smell of fresh blood. She shifted the weight from each foot, her voice almost a whine. She knew Professor North knew more. All of the teacher's did. Raychel dug her nails even deeper as she watched her beloved teacher in pain. "'I'm so sorry." she whispered under her breath. No doubt Isabelle would be furious at her, but she didn't care. Raychel would do anything to let her know that she would save her in an instant, should she ever have that power.

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Isabelle broke her concentration on the curse when Raychel spoke, she now directed her fury at her involuntary servant. "Don't you dare speak that way!" Isabelle hissed menacingly at the girl, then gestured at the professor with her thumb. "She is the enemy; speak not apologetically to her!" She then turned away from Raychel and back to Carrietta. "I will not ask again; how is the headmistress to return to Hogwarts?"