Trigger warning: torture, gore, a mentally insane author, etc.

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She's such a bitch.

I wanted the satisfaction of killing the boy, but no, she just had to do it.

The fact she can so easily get under my skin is concerning. One word from her, one move or even one look from her gets me agitated and feeling deep hatred within me.

I hate it.

I hate her.

So I push her against the dungeon wall. I press my arm against her neck, and push my leg between hers. I hold my wand to her chest, itching to say the curse that will kill her.

"That was my kill, doll."

The smirk that appeared on her face made me see red. She's supposed to fear me. I could kill her in a second, but here she stands, trapped against a wall, smirking at me and acting all calm.

"Where's your fear? Or do you want death?" I make it sound like a taunt, but it's a genuine question.

If the roles were reversed, I would be afraid. As much as I hate to admit it, she's a powerful girl-, no. She's a woman now. She's a powerful and skilled woman.

I hate how we're on the same level. She should appease me and worship the ground I walk on, but instead she agrues back and spits on me.

How dare she walk all over the Dark Lord's son. Eldest son too.

I snap out of my thoughts as I feel her arms wrap around my neck. She's doing what?

"What are you up to doll? Do you usually enjoy death threats this much?"

I shiver as she leans in and lets her hot breath blow onto my neck. "Only yours, future husband."

Oh.

Oh.

Oh how that simple sentence makes me feel so much. Why does it? It shouldn't. But it does.

I try regain myself and focus on the hate, not the other emotions I'm feeling right now. "Well isn't that convenient. Because I only threaten you like this."

I cast Crucio and it hit her in the centre of her chest. I can't wait to hear and enjoy her screams.

But her screams weren't screams of pain, like you would expect for someone bring tortured, no. They sounded like screams of pleasure. She likes this? Crazy bitch.

But her whimpers and pants still sounded so good. Better than painful yells. They also made me feel good. They fueled my sadistic self and the crazy fantasies in my brain.

These sounds coming from the woman I hate will probably be what I jerk off to fit the next week. Oh that will be heavenly.

I focus my eyes on my fiance. She seems in bliss, which in weird for someone struck with the cruciatus curse. I stop the spell and watch her regain her composure.

"You're a fucking masochist aren't you, you whore. Getting turned on from being tortured. I bet you let all your past boys and girls hurt and neat you just so you would feel good."

Her hands that were around my neck tighten drastically and cut off my breathing. She used my confusion to flip us around, so she's pinning me to the wall.

How embarrassing.

"I'm a masochist, but I'm also a sadist. So both of us feeling pain gets me off." She pressed a blade to my collar bone and let the tip cut intoy skin.

I hissed at the blood now dripping down my chest. "Psycho." But the only answer she gave was a smirk. Why did I find that hot?

The cold knife carved a shape into my skin, then a few symbols that could be letters. That will leave a scar. And I was pissed about that.

Not caring about the weapon on me? I pushed her back and into the opposite wall, or would have been the wall if she didn't trip and fall to the floor.

"Falling for me already? I thought you hated me doll. Or did I just have too high expectations?" I was getting into the crazed mindset she was in and it felt kind of..... Good. It felt good to let yourself be insane and cruel. I should do it more often.

"You fucking pushed me, what was I supposed to do? Float?" She got back up and fixed her clothes. "Oh you ripped my shirt up you bitch! I liked this one!"

The shirt was already sheer fabric but now it was ripped down the centre, revealing her black bra. Quite hard not to stare at.

But I am confused.

Why does she have cuts on her arms?

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Lizzie's POV:

I know he's staring at my tits. He's done it before and he will do it again. I know he's a man whore, he knows he's a man whore.

I'm so angry. I'm so angry at him. But also at myself. I don't know why at myself, but self hate is a normal part of life at this point.

I point my wand at a random cell, and kill the dirty prisoner in there. Their scream cools my anger.

I turn away from the man in from of me and walk out of the dungeons. Along the way, I fix my shirt with a spell.

Outside the dungeon I see Tom and Enzo talking while sat on a black velvet sofa.

I run to them and practically collapse into their arms as I hug them. They hug back without any questions, they know I need this.

"I, I hate him."

My voice has no anger in it anymore, or neither does it have it's usual edge. But I don't care, even if it sounds weak and hurt, that's what I feel like right now.

My two best friends pull me between them and hug me. Enzo lets me rest my head on his shoulder and play with his hair. He has really soft hair.

Meanwhile, Tom holds my hands so I don't dig my nails into my skin, or scratch open the cuts on my arms.

I don't remember what happened, except that I fell asleep crying into Enzo's shoulder.

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Word count: 1029

I'm just terrible at not procrastinating. I wrote this in 2 days, but spent over a month not writing. But then I was also on vacation.

I'm sorry for whatever I just wrote, since reading it again a therapist should be one of my top needs. But at least I updated. If you liked it please vote, and I really love reading your comments, they're my main motivation to write.

If any of you want to read a random rant for fun, I did post a rant like a week or two ago because I didn't have anyone else to tell.

Also do any of you know how to dedicate a chapter to someone? Because I've seen it in other books but I don't know how to.

Good luck to anyone else still in school, and love you lot.

-M♡