"Not classily beautiful, but with strong heavy features that lingered in the mind, when the faces of other young girls blended together."
I had the idea to chronicle Bellatrix's decent into madness using her sexual encounters.
Very mature rating with themes of rape and violence!
They will be in form of about 20 short drabbles.
Here we goooooo
Bellatrix Black: Walnut, 12¾", dragon heartstring
1st)
Bellatrix blinked back the tears that had formed in her eyes as Rosier shrugged on his robes and quickly excited the room. Laius Rosier was an old friend of her fathers whom had just được trao her the first glass of firewiskey she had ever had. She hadn’t liked it, because it was đắng, cay đắng and burned her throat, but Rosier had made her feel grown up. Up close she could see he was not nearly as handsome as she had first thought. He eyes crinkled in the corner when he smiled. It was thêm of a leer really and made Bellatrix wish she was wearing a higher cut gown. It was her mother birthday, so they were having a party. Bellatrix loved these things. She was 15 years old, and loved how everyone stared at her when she entered the room. How her mother beamed and how her father shed a quite tear. She was a, curvy, fifteen năm old. Not classily beautiful, but with strong heavy features that lingered in the mind, when the faces of other young girls blended together. The áo choàng she was wearing brought out all the was beautiful about her. Everybody else wore bright primary colours, but the eldest Black wore a dress of pure white. Virginity was highly prized in this world, and her father made no secret he was shopping for a husband for his eldest. Bellatrix has no shortish of admirers either, with her good looks, wealth and pure-blood name. The Malfoy’s where here, she noted, as where the LeStrange’s and Rosiers. As well as a host of other men from her fathers work, and mother side of the family. She made sure to dance with them all, laughing as they twirled and swirled her around her parents grandest room. She was happy to be alive, happy to be the most admired in the room, and happy to get slowly drunk on good red wine. This was when Laius approached. She was sitting on the edge at the edge of the room, on one of the many beautifully gilded chairs, fanning herself with an invitation she had found discarded on the floor. She could see House Elves running around collecting order for drinks, and was about to grab one when he appeared pushing a drink into her hands and telling her to try it. She recognised the amber liquid immediately, her father often drunk it, as did her grandfather. She was feeling reckless tonight, bold and slightly dizzy, so she flashed the pale blue eyes of Rosier a smile and took a sip. With his encouragement she finished the horrid liquid. With her red lips parted, her cheeks flushed, her black eyes sparkling and cheat heaving up and down, Laius thought she had never looked thêm wonton. He was so Mất tích in his own fantasies he didn’t notice her attempts to stand, till she had collapsed in his arms. She was very, very drunk he thought and as her mother bustled over he suggested he might be the one to take her to her room, as her was strong enough to carry her, of course. Her strong arm snaked around his waist as she clung to him as they mounted the stairs. They fell into her room, on her giường and he fell on hàng đầu, đầu trang of her. She doesn’t remember much of the act. Some grunting from him, pain in place not normally accustomed to pain, and the hot feeling of shame sweeping through her. She fell asleep in that position, her knickers around her ankle, mouth open, dress crumpled. Her father never found out.
