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

[broadway]

Raychel wanted badly to rip out her master's throat, but, at the same time, she knew she would have to obey to her. If she were to gather more information from her about her plans, she would. She glanced apologetically at Isabelle, than directed an empathetic, yet menacing gaze on her Professor. With Isabelle's cruel bark, the dim shadows cast around the room from the lanterns burning brightly began to ripple in Raychel's fury. She kept her gaze locked on Professor North's and refused to listen to anything that Isabelle might direct her to do. Raychel knew solemnly how hard that would be, but she was determined to disobey all the same.

[omghprp]

Carrietta panted heavily, her body was drenched in a cold sweat, she pained all over. More blood had begun to seep from her wrists to the palms of her hands, the occasional drip of it fell to the floor from the wounds around her ankles. "I'll- never- tell-" Carrietta said quietly, each syllable of her speech strained.

[gaspevil]

"Oh believe me, you will," said Isabelle, tone not reflecting any anger. "You might think that you're strong, but everybody breaks at some point. Even if it means I have to drive you to absolute insanity, dammit I'll go through with it." Isabelle then placed the horrid curse upon the helpless Carrietta for yet another time. Perhaps this time she would allow the pain to go on longer...

[broadway]

Raychel cringed at Professor North's response. Hers had been the mirror image of it before Isabelle Turned her. As another curse was cast, Raychel had to take a step back in order to keep herself from throwing herself at Isabelle, or worse, her teacher. The blood from her wounds was seeping incredibly fast now, and Raychel was incredibly hungry.