The darkness of the room greeted Bellatrix as she opened her emerald-green orbs and looked around, feeling

wrapped around the deafening silence. She squinted her eyes but she saw next to nothing of the strained shaped walls. The next thing she acknowledged was the wet, ice cold stone ground she was sprawled out on that gave her slight chills at the simplest touch. A small whimper of pain escaped her white, dry lips. Bellatrix could feel the pain emanating from her ribs and spreading through her whole body. The cold didnt do much of a help, it only worsened and intensified her hurting. She tried moving her legs, see if anything else was out of place but the pressure of her probably broken ribs made her wince in pain and another groan made its way out of her throat as if someone had gripped the sound tight and had ripped her vocal chords out. She remembered her shouting until she ran out of air and the tears were too heavy on her frozen cheeks for any sort of movement. Her wrists were bleeding and she felt the little red drops tickling her forearm. Their warmth burnt and itched at the same time and she wanted nothing more but to curl up in a dirty corner of the room, close her eyes and dream. Dream of a calefacient light, something to sooth her pain away or stop her from the pathetic crying. Honestly, Black, are you going to stoop so low? She tried to encourage herself but it did not work. The pain would not subdue, her wrists were swollen enough to rub on the rusty metal of the chains around her thin arms and the lack of light in the room she had been ditched in caused her head to pound with pressure which was the cause of the noisy buzzing in her ears. The world around her was shaking, the ceiling was crumbling and the ground was swallowing her entire body until she was sure there would be nothing else left of her but the miserable feeling and the agonizing pain. Bellatrix could still hear his laugh oh, that menacing, hoarse voice that made her body tremble with fear same went for respect. The eyes that could petrify a weak heart in an instant and the smile of a hundred tortured souls screaming in terror as they took control over your mind and body forcing you to do against your will but compelling you to enjoy it. That is what has been haunting Bellatrixs blurred vision for months and now it seemed more approachable, real than ever. Long white, boney fingers were moving towards her and she gasped loudly, shaking the chains brutally around her ankles and wrists, ignoring the new pang of pain rushing through her fair skin and bones, looking for a way to escape, to run away. But the barked laugh was still audible through nothingness and there was no other way but to embrace it. To give in. To give the shadows her last breathing kiss and accept the darkness. For it had accepted her.