An old friend pays a visit

There was a quaint little countryside farmhouse, somewhere in northern europe that a lovely couple had built a lovely home in.
The gardens were full of flowers and the door had a welcome mat, all of if oozed a cozy atmosphere that invited one to come in and relax. A wizard lived there with his wife, a lovely woman who made the place home.

The wizard was sitting in the kitchen reading a newspaper which described a scene of horrible violence in a small town, somewhere in Netherlands, some dark forces had destroyed a train station and killed hundreds of muggles.

"Dreadful times we're living in." The wizard said to himself, sipping on tea, his loving wife had prepared for him before disappearing in the cavernous cellar of their nest.

"Crucio" The lady of the house said smiling and pointed her wand at a young woman with her face full of freckles and greasy long hair that descended, past her strong jawline, on her shoulders perfectly straight, except in this case they were more spread on the floor, as the young woman in question was rolling on it screaming and sweating.

"Merula, please..." The young woman begged her host to stop.

"You come into my house, wearing that dreadful black cloak and immediately pledge your life to MY husband." said the brunette with tastefully messy hair wearing a comfortable indoor clothing and an apron.

"Merula, please, I want to serve you both."

"Crucio." The housewife said cheerfully, letting the guest taste a little more of her hospitality.
"I don't blame you, not one bit. I knew you had your eyes on him ever since we were in that school."

"Merula, I swear I..."

"Crucio." The lovely housewife said again pointing her wand at her guest.
"Ismelda, I know... I know... You wish you had been the one there. Please tell me how everyone in the school reacted to our departure."

The clad in black woman tried to conceal the jealousy in her voice. "No one could believe that you or..."

"Crucio!" The housewife said suddenly, causing the woman telling the story to scream in agony again.
"You don't get to say his name, you will refer to him as master from now on, and me as your mistress."

"Forgive me, mistress... No one could believe what mistress and master had done. They looked for Khanna, Haywood. master and mistress for days before they concluded that all four of you had met a terrible fate in the vaults."

The lady giggled. "Oh, they didn't suspect anything at first?"

"No, it was after you two first attacked a muggle settlement in France, that they suspected that you had joined the death eaters, and..."

"Crucio" The housewife said spurring more screams of agony.
"It annoys me that they would besmirch me and my husband's good reputation with that terrible name. We're way beyond mere death eaters now."

"Please, Merula, I never thought..."

"Crucio." The lady smiled at the agonized woman.
"Oh, hush, I know you always looked up to death eaters, you always wanted to join them... You even pretended to know the unforgivable curses."

The pallid woman had started crying uncontrollably, she could barely take any more torture.

"Ismelda, dear, you must realize how insulting it was for me, and my husband, that you came to our doorstep dressed up as death eater wannabe, thinking you could just latch on us like some whore rejected by Voldemort's weakling lackeys."

"...I never... But I'll be loyal, I'll wear whatever you tell me to." The woman started crying out.

"Oh, I know, you will be a good obedient little slave, won't you?"

"I only live to serve my master..."

"Crucio" The house wife said again and stopped smiling.
"You're not fit to serve him, you will not adress him, you will not speak of him, you will not look at him, you will take orders from me."

The pale woman started crying again, out of frustration and out of jealousy.
"I will do as you say, mistress..."

"Good." The lady of the house smiled. "Be obedient and I'll give you a reward, take that disgusting cloak off and burn it, you will dress up as befits a servant."

The pale woman started taking the cloak off, only to reveal that she wasn't wearing much under it, just black stockings a very short skirt and a black shirt that clung to her sweaty body sinfully.

"My, what a little slut you are, did you plan on seducing my husband while I have my back turned?"

"N..No, mistress, this is all I had..." said the freckled woman embarassed.

"I will give you new clothes, you will wear gratefully, and my husband will not have to know what a filthy little wench you are, right?"

"Yes, mistress... I will stay away from him... From my master." She corrected herself quickly.

"Oh, you wish, he already knows everything, he's been here the whole time, part of his soul lives inside  me, he sees everything that I do, including what a dirty whore you are." The smiling housewife said gently. "Here is your reward for being obedient."

The wizard walked in the room with his wand raised. "Crucio."

Ismelda's mind went completely blank, her body shivered in pain, but also excitement that it was master who was torturing her now, she savoured the moment, but it ended quickly.

"Merula, dearest, it's time for dinner." The man of the house said to his doting wife.

"Oh silly me, I lost the track of time with my new plaything, I'll be right there, dear." She said to her loving husband and turned back to Ismelda, who was staring at him.

"Crucio" she said with unamused tone.
"I told you, you're not worthy to look at him."