It had definitely been quite a while since she'd felt a Cruciatus curse this intense and it was all that she could do not to scream - some part of her wondered if she actually wanted to and physically couldn't, but she pushed that thought out of her mind and instead set her jaw, fighting to at least get a look at him because damned if she wasn't going to remember the Exact Sound of his Voice and anything she might've been able to tell about that mask of his.
Then he was jabbing at her and she could feel her consciousness slipping away from her. It was a damned shame she hadn't been able to spit in his face, she thought absently as she gave another rolling shudder and lost her fight with the waking world. Hm.
Was she ready to die? It was an interesting question to say the least. At least she'd gotten in a good wound.
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