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The girl hung there from the bonds, her eyes wide open and lingering on the ground as her naked form dangled like a little doll on the rocks. He moved back and let out a loud howl, feeling more alive then ever before. He’d witnessed Celeste do something so powerful and wonderful. He darted back to her, scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around with a big proud smile.

“Well done darling,” he purred softly, setting back back down on her feet.

She started laughing, holding onto him as he spun her. She smiled, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. She almost wanted to say thank you. She dug her face in his shoulder for a moment, just smiling. “We’ll do this again,” She smiled and moved back. “Won’t we?”

He nodded and reached over, placing a hand on her shoulder. “When ever you like. I’m sure we could even aparate or even use floo to get to my house and back. We could do even more there,” he said with a little frown, glancing over at the body. After a few flicks of his want, there was nothing left of the girl save for a lock of dirty brown hair. He walked over and scooped it up, twisting it into a knot and placing it in her hand. “A memento,” he said, tapping her nose with his finger.

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He shook his head with a smirk, putting his wand away in his pocket as he walked to Celeste. He looked back at the girl with a little grin.

He leaned in and slipped around behind her, a warm hand coming around to the from of Celeste’s hip, his chin resting on her shoulder so he could see the girl. He took his hand and lifted hers, pointing her wand at the girl.

“You finish her, my pet,” he commanded in a dark whisper into her ear, glancing from her to the girl, “destroy her.”

She growled and bit down on her lip. This would be her first kill. He gave her his toy. Her hand had already been lifted, and she whispered ever so quietly a Crucio, not that the girl would know the spell otherwise.

If her body withered before, it did so ten times more now. Suddenly, all other pain became irrelevant to the pain she was in now. Her body convulsed and shook as if electric jolts were going through her. Her screams heightened and her neck craned as she screamed out but there was nothing left for her. The light had gone from her eyes and it was everything she wanted to see. She was done with her.

“Avada Kedavara!” She yelled out, ending her completely. And all of a sudden, it was quiet. Celeste grinned, lowering her wand, unable to stop herself from smiling.

The girl hung there from the bonds, her eyes wide open and lingering on the ground as her naked form dangled like a little doll on the rocks. He moved back and let out a loud howl, feeling more alive then ever before. He’d witnessed Celeste do something so powerful and wonderful. He darted back to her, scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around with a big proud smile.

“Well done darling,” he purred softly, setting back back down on her feet.

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The girl was weakening, her screams becoming less loud and the fight in her eyes clearly dwindling. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she hung her head in exhaustion. Roland lifted his wand again, pitching more stones at the girl, one at her stomach and one at her thighs, then a few over her chest and then one to her head. The last was not powerful enough to make her lose consciousness and she looked up with a helpless cried, blood trickling down from her eyebrow. She was quite entertaining to look at.

“Shall we take a look?” he asked asked with a grin, walking over to the girl and ripping open her obnoxious floral shirt, pulling it off of her body and then her pants, leaving her there in the cold with nothing but her bra and panties. He laughed a little, walking away to inspect their work.

Her skin was hot pink now from cold and exhaustion, blood trickling don from a few wounds and it was all over her chest, wrists and face. He stood about a foot away from her, looking her over and enjoying the look of her puckered skin as it shivered in the cold. Large red and purple bruises had already started forming and as she stood there she shamefully lowered her head, exposed for the both of them.

“Don’t touch me,” she pleaded, and Roland glanced back at Celeste, all at once bursting into laughter.

“You think I’m going to rape you?” he leaned back against the rock, chuckling madly as the girl began to break down into tears again, Roland nearly in tears of his own from the absurdity of her defense. It was almost like an animal begging not to be touched in such a way, unnecessary and insulting, but at the same time, her stupidity and self worth, even in her condition was amusing.

Celeste grinned whole heartedly, genuinely chuckling at her silly request. “No.” She spoke softly, walking over to them. The next form of torture was to degrade her completely. Humiliate her. Make her cower more than she ever did before now.

Without asking him she pulled off the remainder of her clothing and as she leaned in she could hear the sizzle of her burns. She bit her lip and smirked at him. “You won’t mind nudity, will you?” Her clothes lay in rags by the rock she was confined to.

She picked up where he left off and started to throw rocks at her again. It hit everywhere this time. The wounds were growing bigger. Purple, red, black and blue were the new colors of her body. Celeste felt like a little girl again. So easily pleased except this was much different.

She heard the girls begs, hearing ever so sweetly like music to her ears the girl scream for mercy. She even screamed for death like Celeste begged for. Celeste shook her head. She wanted her dead but the girl was not her toy, as much as she wished. She looked to Roland again, so proud and pleased with him that she smiled, genuinely and asked sweetly for him to deliver her the most painful of ends.

He shook his head with a smirk, putting his wand away in his pocket as he walked to Celeste. He looked back at the girl with a little grin.

He leaned in and slipped around behind her, a warm hand coming around to the from of Celeste’s hip, his chin resting on her shoulder so he could see the girl. He took his hand and lifted hers, pointing her wand at the girl.

“You finish her, my pet,” he commanded in a dark whisper into her ear, glancing from her to the girl, “destroy her.”

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He groaned softly at her touch, glancing down at the ground. He spied a rock by his foot and instead of reaching down with his hand, he used his wand to lift it, quickly extending his arm in the direction of the girl. The rock hit her in her shoulder, a pained howl escaping her throat as a red mark and little drips of blood began to blemish her collar.

Roland let out a roar, the girls voice all but disappearing behind his own joyful explosion. He’d enjoyed the same activities with his father while he was home and now little by little he would bring it to Hogwarts. He glanced over at her, taking her by the hand and bringing her in front of him, leaning down and whispering into her ear.

“Common, darling… make her bleed,” he said, as if encouraging a tiger to pounce, her hand slipping over her silvery blonde hair, “Make her pay.”

She panted softly, her attention drifting to his voice for a moment. She growled and looked back at the young girl. She writhed in pain and every time she did, she edged closer to the scorching bindings and burned herself further, causing herself pain.

Celeste fought a groan, just watching her like this made her head spin. She made another incantation and her wand became like a knife. She made a small noise as she started to carve her name into her wrists. She almost giggled, keeping just as quiet as the girl made noises like she’d never heard before.

It was loud, guttural screams. Her veins protruded in agony. Her entire body was weak and it showed quite clearly. She bled and bruised and burned and everything Celeste ever could of dreamed of.

She moved it away from her wrists and found her throat, cutting slowly at first. The pressure was perfect. Just enough to keep her alive but let her stay in pain. Her body was red, now. Not only from the heat but from the color of her blood. Celeste whimpered just watching. “More bruises.” She begged from him.

The girl was weakening, her screams becoming less loud and the fight in her eyes clearly dwindling. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she hung her head in exhaustion. Roland lifted his wand again, pitching more stones at the girl, one at her stomach and one at her thighs, then a few over her chest and then one to her head. The last was not powerful enough to make her lose consciousness and she looked up with a helpless cried, blood trickling down from her eyebrow. She was quite entertaining to look at.

“Shall we take a look?” he asked asked with a grin, walking over to the girl and ripping open her obnoxious floral shirt, pulling it off of her body and then her pants, leaving her there in the cold with nothing but her bra and panties. He laughed a little, walking away to inspect their work.

Her skin was hot pink now from cold and exhaustion, blood trickling don from a few wounds and it was all over her chest, wrists and face. He stood about a foot away from her, looking her over and enjoying the look of her puckered skin as it shivered in the cold. Large red and purple bruises had already started forming and as she stood there she shamefully lowered her head, exposed for the both of them.

“Don’t touch me,” she pleaded, and Roland glanced back at Celeste, all at once bursting into laughter.

“You think I’m going to rape you?” he leaned back against the rock, chuckling madly as the girl began to break down into tears again, Roland nearly in tears of his own from the absurdity of her defense. It was almost like an animal begging not to be touched in such a way, unnecessary and insulting, but at the same time, her stupidity and self worth, even in her condition was amusing.

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She girl looked up at Celeste, shifting back against a rock and tucking herself away, large heaving sobs filling their little bubble.

“Please don’t kill me… please,” she begged, covering her little dirty face as she helplessly cowered.

Roland ignored her cries, glancing over at Celeste with a smirk, nodding gently. “I believe we could manage such a thing,” he said with a little wink, heading over to the girl and grabbing her up again, looking off into the distance as he hoisted her up. There was no regret in his eyes, and at this moment he appeared more like a butcher than a man about to slaughter another human.

With the whisper of another incantation, fiery red bonds held up her hands and her feet, pinning her to the large boulder by which she cowered like a sacrificial alter. As the magical cuffs began to glow brightly, she let out a blood curdling scream, steam coming from her soft pale flesh.

“Please!” she whimpered, her hair falling into her face as Roland returned to Celeste’s side, staring at the girl in deep thought once again.

“Cuts or bruises?” he said as he perced his lips.

The sight was absolutely gorgeous. Inflamed bindings pinkened her skin right before her eyes. Watching her scream for someone, anyone, to end her pain. For someone to stop the endless nightmare. For the savior she probably thought was coming because this was too horrifying not to have a happy end. To know that this was not the case gave her a happiness unmatched.

Never before had she witnessed, much less participated in torture. Not to this degree at least. It filled her with immense pride to see her shriek to no avail.

The desire for her ruin drove Celeste mad. It secured any doubts she ever had before about her future. This was what she wanted to do. To be rid of the non-magical kind. This was just the beginning. Roland was teaching her the basics.

He walked to her side and she took careful steps back behind him, smirking as she placed her head on his shoulder. “Both.” She whispered softly.

He groaned softly at her touch, glancing down at the ground. He spied a rock by his foot and instead of reaching down with his hand, he used his wand to lift it, quickly extending his arm in the direction of the girl. The rock hit her in her shoulder, a pained howl escaping her throat as a red mark and little drips of blood began to blemish her collar.

Roland let out a roar, the girls voice all but disappearing behind his own joyful explosion. He’d enjoyed the same activities with his father while he was home and now little by little he would bring it to Hogwarts. He glanced over at her, taking her by the hand and bringing her in front of him, leaning down and whispering into her ear.

“Common, darling… make her bleed,” he said, as if encouraging a tiger to pounce, her hand slipping over her silvery blonde hair, “Make her pay.”

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Oh it would be so much fun. The idea of exposing someone without magical blood to their powers and in such terrible ways made his skin crawl to the point of near arousal. He turned back to the girl, lifting his wand to her.

“Does the little birdy want to fly?” he said with a grin, flicking his wrist ever-so-gently. With a quick twist, her body was lurched from the ground by her feet. She let out a loud scream her body bolting up to the top of their barrier before falling towards the ground. The drop seemed to last moments longer, the enjoyable sensation stopping time and just as her face came to the ground, he stopped her, her body hanging there by one foot, her hand brushing the dirt.

The girl let out another deafening scream, her hands crawling at the ground as she attempted to free herself from the invisible grasp.

“What are you?” she demanded through gasping sobs, twisting around like a cat stuck in a noose.

He glanced over at Celeste with a boyish laugh, obviously enjoying himself. It was just too easy. “Your turn. Your ideas are priceless,” he said with a little snicker, flicking his wand again to release the girl, her body falling on top of itself into a crumpled heap, little groans emitting from her throat.

She smirked over at him, proud but more so pleased with his company. That he thought her suitable to bring along for the fun.

So many questions she had. All unanswered of course, but only because she couldn’t give her any reward. The girl groaned helplessly as she tried to stand, small pebbles imprinted in her palms from the short fall.

Again, she suspended her in the air but this time, she performed tricks. With ease, she flipped her around, flipped her upside down. She even went so far as to letting her go for a few moments, enjoying her murderous screams, and catching her again.

When she fell, she let the girl fall harder than the last time. She summoned the snakes away the lingered and walked toward her, plotting thoughtfully.

“I want to hear her beg for death. To plead for us to end her life for fear of facing another moment of torture.” She smiled, asking Roland kindly.

She girl looked up at Celeste, shifting back against a rock and tucking herself away, large heaving sobs filling their little bubble.

“Please don’t kill me… please,” she begged, covering her little dirty face as she helplessly cowered.

Roland ignored her cries, glancing over at Celeste with a smirk, nodding gently. “I believe we could manage such a thing,” he said with a little wink, heading over to the girl and grabbing her up again, looking off into the distance as he hoisted her up. There was no regret in his eyes, and at this moment he appeared more like a butcher than a man about to slaughter another human.

With the whisper of another incantation, fiery red bonds held up her hands and her feet, pinning her to the large boulder by which she cowered like a sacrificial alter. As the magical cuffs began to glow brightly, she let out a blood curdling scream, steam coming from her soft pale flesh.

“Please!” she whimpered, her hair falling into her face as Roland returned to Celeste’s side, staring at the girl in deep thought once again.

“Cuts or bruises?” he said as he perced his lips.

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WE BONDED OVER NEWSIES YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME 

OOC: lol oh zooey.. you are the face child of despair.

DON’T GO!!!

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The girl’s eyes widened and she moved quickly to shift away from the creature, all but screaming as she backed away.

“Who are you? Where am I?” she yelled, “Where’s my dad?” She panicked more quickly than he expected, his eyes lingering over her. Muggles had the most interesting style- high waisted pants, a floral print shirt, her hand pulled back in little pins.

He smirked to himself, walking over to her and grabbing her by the hair. She struggled against him as he pulled her back to the center of their little arena, reaching out for the snake. It instinctively came to him, and he kneeled before the girl, her eyes large and beginning to tear as he held the animal before her.

“You remember me?” he said with a smirk, the little snake moving from his hand to tickle up the side of the girls face, tasting her skin. The realization dawned upon her as he stared deeply into her eyes.

“You’re the guy from the park,” she said looking over at the girl, “W-what do you want?” He laughed heartily, standing up as he tossed the snake on the girl, her squirming doing nothing more than causing the reptile to become more agitated, large dripping fangs exposed for them to see.

“What do we want, Angel?” he asked, glancing over at Celeste, turning back to stare at the sobbing girl, his hand coming to his chin in a thoughtful pose.

Her face practically lit up. Watching her squirm under such an easy obstacle. She was such an easy prey. Normally, Celeste went for things much harder to handle, much more challenging things but this, this was pure fun.

Celeste grinned over at him, steps slow as she walked over to the girl who cowered under the snakes potential bite. She saw the beads of sweat on her forehead, trickling down. The almost invisible shake of her petite figure. “We just want to play.”  She looked up at him for a moment, a smirk on her face. A lust for how they could hurt her transpiring through their small glances.

“Don’t we?” She stood back a few feet and smiled, her expression innocent. As if she wasn’t the same woman she was minutes ago.

“We’ll teach the muggle how to fly.” She looked back at him. To throw her around in the air like a play doll. To let her feel the relief when they caught her at the last second, only to be reminded that she would be in the air once again, no chance of escape.

Oh it would be so much fun. The idea of exposing someone without magical blood to their powers and in such terrible ways made his skin crawl to the point of near arousal. He turned back to the girl, lifting his wand to her.

“Does the little birdy want to fly?” he said with a grin, flicking his wrist ever-so-gently. With a quick twist, her body was lurched from the ground by her feet. She let out a loud scream her body bolting up to the top of their barrier before falling towards the ground. The drop seemed to last moments longer, the enjoyable sensation stopping time and just as her face came to the ground, he stopped her, her body hanging there by one foot, her hand brushing the dirt.

The girl let out another deafening scream, her hands crawling at the ground as she attempted to free herself from the invisible grasp.

“What are you?” she demanded through gasping sobs, twisting around like a cat stuck in a noose.

He glanced over at Celeste with a boyish laugh, obviously enjoying himself. It was just too easy. “Your turn. Your ideas are priceless,” he said with a little snicker, flicking his wand again to release the girl, her body falling on top of itself into a crumpled heap, little groans emitting from her throat.

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He glanced at her before walking to the middle of the clearing and placing the box on the ground. He stepped back and removed his wand. He moved back to her side, taking a moment to look back at her before whispering the incantation. “She’s our toy. We will both have our fun,” he said with a wink, and with a word and a wave of his wand, all around them there was a shining milky blue barrier, keeping their sounds from escaping to the world. He pointed his wand towards the box and whispered the spell. The box fell apart as the young brown haired girl grew to her real size, laying motionless for a moment before stirring as if from a deep slumber, her eyes hazily opening to stare at her captors.

Carefully she planned what she would do to the nameless girl. Weak by default and by number, she was at a terrible disadvantage. Not that it mattered, or not that she mattered, anyway. She had been useless since her birth and Celeste felt that they were giving her significance. Honor, even. To die at the hands of her superiors. To die with a knowing that there was a power much greater than she. She gave her no gaze of pity as she watched her awaken. Celeste biting on her lip with a sly smirk of satisfaction. Unable to restrain herself from further action, she incanted a small spell, bringing forth venomous snakes as they slithered and hissed, surrounding the dazed and confused girl.

The girl’s eyes widened and she moved quickly to shift away from the creature, all but screaming as she backed away.

“Who are you? Where am I?” she yelled, “Where’s my dad?” She panicked more quickly than he expected, his eyes lingering over her. Muggles had the most interesting style- high waisted pants, a floral print shirt, her hand pulled back in little pins.

He smirked to himself, walking over to her and grabbing her by the hair. She struggled against him as he pulled her back to the center of their little arena, reaching out for the snake. It instinctively came to him, and he kneeled before the girl, her eyes large and beginning to tear as he held the animal before her.

“You remember me?” he said with a smirk, the little snake moving from his hand to tickle up the side of the girls face, tasting her skin. The realization dawned upon her as he stared deeply into her eyes.

“You’re the guy from the park,” she said looking over at the girl, “W-what do you want?” He laughed heartily, standing up as he tossed the snake on the girl, her squirming doing nothing more than causing the reptile to become more agitated, large dripping fangs exposed for them to see.

“What do we want, Angel?” he asked, glancing over at Celeste, turning back to stare at the sobbing girl, his hand coming to his chin in a thoughtful pose.

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He smiled softly. “One spell and she’s free from the box. The last thing she remembers is my father and I approaching her on the street. She’d be mortified,” he said with a bright little twinkle in his eye, “We could do whatever we like with her.”

Celeste grinned, keeping close watch on the girl though there was no chance of movement unless she was freed. Immediately, she thought of torture tactics but nothing was as fun as playing with your food. She took his hand and placed the box back in his palm carefully. “You first. She’s your toy, it’s only fair.” She looked up at him and the joy in her face must’ve been clear.

He glanced at her before walking to the middle of the clearing and placing the box on the ground. He stepped back and removed his wand. He moved back to her side, taking a moment to look back at her before whispering the incantation. “She’s our toy. We will both have our fun,” he said with a wink, and with a word and a wave of his wand, all around them there was a shining milky blue barrier, keeping their sounds from escaping to the world. He pointed his wand towards the box and whispered the spell. The box fell apart as the young brown haired girl grew to her real size, laying motionless for a moment before stirring as if from a deep slumber, her eyes hazily opening to stare at her captors.