Thread: Have a bit of venom with your chocolate (CntDestyr And Queenofwolves)

The way that the woman yelled at him was quite amusing to Edward. She wasn't in the slightest position to be doing so, yet there she was, insisting that she kept yelling and screaming. Of course, he wouldn't dignify her with a response to her yelling and screaming. No, instead he just watched her, not with vacant eyes, but with eyes filled with intent. The reason Snape had just let him be, was because he was afraid of him. To be fair, why wouldn't he be afraid of Edward, Edward was one of, if not the most powerful wizard to ever walk the halls. Even the great Harry Potter and he had made a non-verbal agreement to just stay out of each other's way. The darkness on the walls weren't just done with her feet. Lurching out once again, they bound her arms straight out. The Ropes around her ankles started to tighten and they continued to tighten until her ankles were together. She was completely helpless now. She couldn't move, she had no wand, she didn't know where she was, and worst of all at least for her was that she was dealing with a particularly sadistic and sick man. Taking out his own wand, he tapped the room a few times, and the darkness started to dissipate, revealing what she had already deducted to be true. She was bound by magical ropes, and completely at his mercy. As the man walked towards her, he walked around her for a little bit. Tapping the ropes on her arms, they moved simultaneously, anchoring themselves to the ceiling, but crossing her wrists. With another tap, the ropes slowly started to change into heavy, iron, cold chains that clanged as she struggled. She was standing before him now, fully robed, and but fully bound. Looking at her, he put his hand on his chin and thought about what he wanted. Deciding finally, he pulled a blindfold from his pocket and wrapped it around her head, cutting off her sense of sight. This was where the fun began, at least for Edward. Tapping the ropes that bound her feet, they slowly started to spread her legs, and move to the walls. She was suspended there now, and the man was completely content with watching her there, seeing her reaction, and allowing her to just drive herself crazy with anticipation of what he was going to do with her. With one final tap, her bounds tightened up, and wouldn't even give a little bit, not matter how much she struggled. Finally, he spoke. When will you Gryffindors learn? You aren't the knights or paladins of this castle. He said, walking around her. His tone of voice was eerily calm, literally like the calm before the storm. Breathing in the smell of her hair and her body, he put his hand on her neck for a second. Your heart is racing. Where is your Gryffindor confidence? Where are you hoards of friends that have your back? Has it sunk in that you are completely alone? He said, rattling off rhetorical questions for her. His tone was getting increasingly loud and increasingly angry. Pulling out a knife, he pressed the flat side of the cold blade against her face. I am going to teach you a lesson for your arrogance. Just remember, you brought this upon yourself. He said, stopping for one moment. I almost forgot. Pulling out a ballgag from his pocket as well, he strapped that into her mouth. Then he started his tedious and careful work, removing her outer robes, and getting her down to her knickers.