With a swirl and twitch of his wand, Barty stopped the curse effecting them from the neck up. At once they began to babble pleas and threats. Bile curled in his throat and he almost silenced them again,<br/><br/>“Dolorium Salsus,” he muttered, pointing at the woman. She screamed and thrashed her head to-and-fro. She was feeling something akin to needles being pressed slowly into her skin. Not as bad as the Cruciatus curse, he knew without doubt, but what fun was there in just giving them the very worst before they could appreciate it?<br/><br/>“What are you doing to her! Stop it! Stop it! Sarah!” The man was staring at the woman in anguish, his gaze jumping from her to Barty and back again.<br/><br/>“What will you do to make me not hurt her?” Without moving his wand off he, he walked into the room, pushing the squawking light box from its table so it smashed its glass front to the floor. There, he could hear better should the aurors arrive.<br/><br/>“Wh-what? Anything! Just stop it!”<br/><br/>“Would you suffer in her place?”<br/><br/>“I… I…” How pathetic he was, not even willing to try to share his woman’s agony. He silently increased the spell, and the muggle let out a tearing scream that seemed to hang in the air, crystalline and pure. “Yes! Please, please, don’t… don’t hurt her any more!”<br/><br/>“Oh, but her screams… I think I like them too much to stop, now.”<br/><br/>“But you said! You said!”<br/><br/>“I did. Hummm. Oh, I know. I’ll let you have what she has and give her something new.”<br/><br/>“No!”<br/><br/>“Scream for me, filthy muggle. Dolorium Salsus.”<br/>