Dead stars

This was probably it. Miseria was now waiting for another strike. She lost her own control, she couldn't even say anything but just stare and try to figure her way out. Of course she could push Darla off of her, but how far could she go? Sure, after that she could even kill the Death Eater, no one would miss the scum at all, but she wasn't a murderer. And she didn't want to cause a pain. And if she'd make her unable to move, she'd die here, in this abandoned place. And there was no way she'd take Darla to school with her.
But there was something what made her look at the attacker once again. Was she satisfied? Just with that? With her scream? Though, she was running out of blood right now, and feeling weaker every minute, she actually felt something new. A Hope.

When she heard the offer, Miseria scowled. Now, that the girl didn't stab her again, she could think more properly. “Alright...“ she said, looking up at her hand. The darker wand was hers. Then she grinned, and threw Darla's few feet away:“Fetch!“ With that, she pushed the Death Eater, hoping to get her off of her.

Marla grimaced as the girl attempted to push her off, but Marla flung herself off of the girl, stumbling to her feet and swinging her arm to grab her wand. She grabbed it and tightened her grip on it, trying to get traction and finally standing and turning to face the girl. She shook her head. "It's a shame to leave you pooch, but I have bigger fish to fry,"

She smirked though. She had had her fun, she had gotten the stamp of approval of her aspect of hurting- the scream. She was done here. The puppy had nothing left to offer Marla but unnecessary trouble so it was time to get out of there. She pointer her wand and sent one more Crucio flying towards her before smirking, turning on her heel, and Apparating away.