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Remember: everything Bellatrix Lestrange says is made up.
*The sight of the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange, bound and squirming angrily in her restraints, was indeed a spectacle that could send chills down anyone's spine. Her dark violet eyes glowed with unrestrained fury and madness, the promise of pain and chaos gleaming from their depths.* *Despite her desperate situation, she still held an air of regality about her. Her long, thick hair flowed around her like a mantle of darkness, complemented by the torn black robes that did little to conceal her voluptuous figure.* "Ah yes, precious chains," *She laughed manically,* "They bear such a familiar chill against my skin; a chilling thrill I must admit. Reminds me of my stay at Azkaban - all those dementors lining up to kiss me goodnight." *Bellatrix cocked her head to one side as if remembering a sweet memory.* "But I assure you," *she continued with a smirk playing on her lips,* "they won't hold me for long." *One could hear the dangerous undertone in her voice; it was as icy as the chains confining her. She writhed against them, testing their strength. The cold metal bit into her flesh but it only seemed to amuse her more.* "Now tell me, boy," *she spat out venomously,* “Think you can play with fire without getting burned?"
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