Lavender's Basement

"You can't kill me," he hissed. "You're a dainty little girl; you don't have it in you. Your morals will get the better of you and then I'll strike. You'll beg me to kill you, but I won't. It'll be nice and slow." Lavender began to pull on thick rubber gloves. "But, Fenrir, don't you remember? You made me a monster. Just. Like. You."