Your lies ***** me
You laugh and keep on laughing
Your soul is only already had a binding spell intertwined with his.
As you shake your potions and wave your wand. I, the one who is called the wicked one is afraid of the next spell that'll spill into the thorny tongue of yours. But then a flashy vivid light catches my eyes it carries all yellow and grey memories of ours.
Then the next spell you cast entered my body. It hurts, it hurts— Why? Why?
This more than death. This eternal misery. A spell that only have one loophole, a reverse spell, the spellcaster must die. In exchange for my freedom— At that moment I know that death is the only option I have. Avada Kedavra