torture (death eaters)

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Jezebel's lips were painted a blood red, matching the tiles on the floor. Off to her right, there was a tall door. Two men stood on either side of the deep oak, and moans from various individuals could be heard coming from behind. Her latest victim was being carted into the basement area for some unfortunate Muggle to find once the warehouse had served its purpose. Jezebel enjoyed bloodshed as much as the next, but her blood lust was only so heavy.

The last victim, a former Hit Wizard for the Ministry, had decided to lash out her. Foolish soul. Jezebel was far too flawless to ruin with a mere slash of nasty nails. Still, he'd caught her good across the face, hooking her just below the jaw. The torture had lasted a good ten minutes. There hadn't been much valuable information to be given, but killing had become a sport.

Power fueled her. Her pawns would be with her shortly, and the next phase of her quest for power would be revealed...

[arianna]

Arianna looked at the clock on her wall. She was going to be late. "Damn," she muttered. She straightened, still scrubbing the floor from the previous night's incidents. Typical mudblood intelligence, attempting to break into her home. She shoved the mop aside. She straightened, pulling on her deep emerald robes, in honor of her Slytherin schooling.

With a satisfying crack she found herself in the warehouse of Jezebel's waiting choice. "Hello," she offered a small bow,before taking a spot as a silent sentry. The floors were stained a delicious scarlet, fresh with pools of blood. She waited patiently, silently relieved that she was among the first to join her. She was hoping for news of success, of broadening, of process. She had seen those students running a muck through Hogsmeade, so many tainted by the horrible scent that came with mutt-like mudbloods. For so long she'd been waiting patiently, and patience was not her forte. Jezebel had ideas that would achieve what so many of them had counted off as impossible, but she had the patience and the strategy to do it.

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Jezebel looked up momentarily, noticing her servant Arianna. "Miss Amnell. Welcome," she said crisply, annoyance present. Her followers were late. She made a mental note to herself. The last one to arrive would perish by her own hand. Tardiness was inexcusable. Jezebel would make an example of the scum, torture them until they begged for death, then torture them some more. And, just when they believed they were going to live and start to gain hope of recovery, she'd finish them off. That was how she operated. Some called it excessive, but sometimes a little bloodshed was necessary...

Jezebel brought her hand up to the place underneath her jawline where the last victim had clawed her. She was bleeding a small amount. Rolling her eyes, she muttered, "Insolent fool," before reaching for her wand and closing up the wounds. She'd always excelled at healing spells, and this was so minuscule that she didn't really have to strain. Jezebel turned her gaze towards Arianna. "Any news, dear?"

[arianna]

A feral grin pulled at Arianna's lips. Of course, many things were quiet, but the tension was stirring. It was a feeling as if energy was rich in the air. Most of Arianna's tasks have been running smoothly and without problem, with allowance for fun. Although none were as much fun as the robber who had attempted to break into her home a few nights before. She had had hours of fun with the mudblood. "There was an incident with a mudblood breaking in, but other than that, everything has gone according to plan," she reported.

Arianna cast her weary glance around the warehouse. A few others had shown up, but others remained late. Arianna always made a point to be as on time as she could manage, knowing Jezebel was one for examples. Arianna thought back to the hours of torture she had wrought upon that mudblood, and knew Jezebel could do tenfold. She wasn't going to be an example. In fact, she had begun dedicating even her store to the cause. The previous owner had been neutral, along with a terrible shop keep. Borgin and Burkes was once again a popular haunt of the Death Eater ranks, as it had been during the second wizarding war. Yet, Arianna still wasn't moving fast enough. It was that tension, that rising vision of success, of freedom that kept pushing her forward.