Choose wisely
It would take so little to end her life.
Even with his wand out of reach, laying on the floor where it landed after she disarmed him.
She had used a wandless and silent spell. The slip of a girl was a powerful witch. That made him smile. She couldn't see it through his mask but he smiled nonetheless.
The skin of her throat felt soft under his calloused fingers and Antonin fought the urge to let go of his grip just so he could caress it.
Beautiful, powerful little thing.
He flexed his fingers, tightening them slightly. Was it cruel? Maybe but the little sounds she made as she gasped for breath made it all worth it.
She stood on her tiptoes, her head thrown back. So she could breathe, or maybe to make space for his hand. It fit so perfectly around her neck.
Antonin felt intoxicated. He was intimately familiar with the pleasure of spilling himself into a witch's warmth and with the thrill of yielding the darkest of magic but nothing compared. Holding this little witch’s—his little witch—life in his hands was a feeling like no other.
He felt heady with the power of it all.
Antonin leaned towards her, ignoring his cock hardening as she struggled. He found the shell of her ear, buried in her wild curls. His tongue darted out, he couldn't help it. He longed for a taste of her for so long.
She was beautiful now, no longer a child but a young woman and he wanted her. He whispered in her ear in the tongue of his mother how enthralling he found her.
Her throat vibrated under his fingers as she tried to speak.
The Dark Lord had ordered her to be killed on sight and Antonin had intended to do so. Watch the life slowly fade from her eyes as he holds her neck tighter and tighter.
He loosened his grip just so she could form words, he owed her this much.
“Take the mask off when you speak to me, you coward,” she spat out, her voice deep and breathy from the lack of oxygen.
Antonin began to laugh.
“I want to look at your face while you kill me,” she demanded. Audacious little thing.
He pulled at the edge of his black mask. She wanted to see his face, who was he to disobey her?
“You!” She gasped.
“Milaya,” he smirked and tightened his fingers again.
“I'll give you a choice. Choose wisely.”