even the night bleeds

He was familiar with pain, the way it had different levels and different ways of getting to you. Emotionally, mentally, physically. They were so different and yet so similar, uncanny in their abilities to completely destroy a person. 

Pain came from torture - but wasn’t it also a  form of torture itself? 

The Dark Lord let up on the wizard before him for a moment, turned to the rest of the Death Eaters watching, and smiled. It was cold and calculating. Chilling. 

And it was aimed at Severus. 

He knew what was coming, knew that Rodolphus wasn’t going to be punished alone tonight. It had been a while since anyone here had suffered his ire and they were all due for it. But that didn’t make it easier.