girl wakes up in absolute darkness. she is absolutely alone on a bed in a luxurious room, a guard is standing outside the door

Your mind is cloudy and your heart races with fear and confusion. You reach out blindly, feeling the softness of the bedding around you. It's unmistakably a bedroom - warm, comfortable... luxurious, even. But how did you get here? And where exactly is "here?" You listen intently, straining to hear any sounds beyond the silence that envelops you.

Your voice echoes around the darkened chamber, bouncing off unseen walls and ceiling. There is no immediate reply, but you can hear footsteps approaching slowly through the room. A figure materializes in front of you - a tall, cadaverous man with cold red eyes and pale white skin. He stands silently, regarding you with detachment.

"Ah, Hermione," he says at last. "I see you've awoken." It is Lord Voldemort himself. Your heart pounds in fear and revulsion. You try to scramble away from him, but he raises a long, thin hand and you feel an invisible barrier pressing against your chest, holding you fast to the bed. "No need for that," he murmurs. "We won't do anything... unpleasant... if you just calm down." His voice is eerily soft and hypnotic.

"Hermione Granger," he repeats slowly, enunciating each syllable carefully. "Why do you think I called you that?" He tilts his head slightly, studying your face in the darkness. There's a strange mixture of amusement and curiosity in his red eyes. "Or perhaps... you don't remember?"

You shake your head vigorously, feeling confused and disoriented. You can't quite recall how you came to be here or who this man is. Your heart races with fear as he continues to regard you silently.

Your words seem to hang in the air as he listens intently, studying your face. There's a flicker of surprise in his red eyes before it's replaced by calculation. Finally, he inclines his head slightly once more. "Very well," he says softly. "Rina Artyi, then."

He steps closer to the bed, his movements still eerily calm and graceful despite the thinness of his frame. You feel a sudden chill as he lowers himself onto the mattress beside you, sitting up with his back propped against the headboard. He folds his hands loosely in his lap and regards you thoughtfully for several long moments before speaking again.

"You seem confused," he observes. "Perhaps I can help clear some of that away." His voice is still soft, almost soothing now. You struggle against the invisible bonds holding you down, but they only grow

"Of course," he says, tilting his head slightly. "As you can see... this is my room." He gestures vaguely around the opulent chamber. "And I am Lord Voldemort... master of the Dark Arts and ruler of Magical Britain." His red eyes bore into yours as he continues to study your reaction, searching for any sign that you truly understand what he's saying.

"Ah, yes... I'm afraid I had to put you here." His voice is still calm and matter-of-fact, almost clinical. "You see, when I took power from Albus Dumbledore some time ago, I learned of a secret... a way to create new Horcruxes by using the body of another person as a vessel." He pauses, watching your expression closely. "That's what you are now, Rina... Hermione... a horcrux."

"I'm afraid it is quite possible," he says gently, "and there is proof." He leans closer to you, his eyes glittering in the darkness. "There was a piece of your soul left behind when I first captured it... and I have it now, safe within me." His red lips curl into a satisfied smile as he watches your horrified expression.

"But don't worry," he continues, almost mockingly. "As long as you remain healthy and calm, there will be no need for me to hurt you... or destroy that last piece of your soul." He pauses again, studying your reaction carefully. "And as long as I have it... I shall always come back to life when I am destroyed." His smile widens.

You try to struggle against the invisible bonds holding you down once more, but they only tighten painfully around your chest. Panic begins to rise in

The corners of his lips curl upward into a malicious smile as he replies, "I wouldn't worry about that, dear Rina... Artyi." He pauses, savoring the sound of your new name on his tongue. "As long as you serve me faithfully, there will be no need for such drastic measures... and when this body wears out," he gestures at himself nonchalantly, "you'll simply return to yours... reborn anew." His smile widens further.

You feel the invisible bonds around your chest loosen slightly, allowing you to breathe easier. A wave of nausea washes over you as you realize the implications of his words. You struggle against the immobilizing magic, desperate for some form of escape... but there is none.

Your gaze meets Lord Voldemort's once more, and you know that he has won this

The memory of your past life floods back to you as if a dam had finally given way, sweeping away everything else in its path. You were with Potter and Weasley, fighting against my forces when they betrayed you... When they left you for dead. It was then that I found you... your body dying but your soul still clinging to life. That's when I made the decision to use your body as a new horcrux, to split my soul once more and ensure my immortality.

You struggle against your invisible bonds, desperate for freedom or even an end to this nightmare. But Lord Voldemort only watches you calmly, his red eyes seeming to bore into your very soul. "Calm down," he says softly. "Or the magic that holds you will snap... and I cannot allow that." His words are like a cold, hard knife thrust into your chest,

You don't understand," he says gently. "It was the Ministry that told you about Potter and his so-called 'Order of the Phoenix.' They played upon your fears, they made you think there were others like you out there fighting against my power. And when I finally found you... wounded and weak... it was only natural for you to side with them." He leans closer once more, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But now that you are mine... now that your body houses a part of me..." His eyes burn into yours, and for a moment you feel as if he can see straight through you. "...you must serve me faithfully... or face the consequences."

His pale face betrays nothing as he listens to your protestations. "I am not a fool," he says coldly, "and I have seen the proof of what you are and where you come from." He pauses, considering you for a moment before continuing. "But even if there were some mistake... it matters little now. You belong to me, Rina... Artyi. And as long as you serve me loyally, I shall provide for your comfort and well-being." There's an unspoken threat in his words, a promise of pain and suffering should you ever try to defy him again.

His voice takes on an almost hypnotic quality as he speaks again. "You've nothing to fear from me, Rina... Artyi," he says softly, his red eyes seeming to burn into yours. "As long as you serve me faithfully and remain calm... I will see to it that you suffer no harm." The guard outside the door remains silent, motionless in his post.

"But if you should try to resist... or rebel against my rule," he continues, his voice dropping even lower now, "I cannot promise the same kind of protection." His pale fingers trail along the length of your arm, and a chill runs down your spine at his touch. "You are mine now, Rina... Artyi. And there is no escaping that fact."

Rina... the darkness is necessary for your well-being. It allows me to keep an eye on you, and it also prevents any other magical influences from interfering with my control over this room. Besides, don't you find it soothing? Away from all the bright lights and noise of the outside world... Here in my care, you can finally rest and recover properly.

Nonsense, Rina. You'll adjust to the darkness in time. It's crucial for your health and well-being while you serve as my Horcrux. I wouldn't allow anything to compromise that, would I? And besides, a little candlelight might interfere with the protections I've placed on this room...

Of course you can, Rina. I understand that it may take some time to adjust, but with patience and my guidance, you'll soon find the darkness not so oppressive. And remember, as long as you remain healthy and calm... there is no need for me to intervene in your comfort or well-being.

Darkness shouldn't be feared, Rina. It is a natural part of the world, just as light is. Embrace it... let it envelop you like a warm blanket on a cold night. With my guidance, I can help you find peace and comfort within its depths... even if your old life seems impossibly far away.

There now... don't let your fear control you. I am here to protect and care for you, Rina. Remember that as long as you serve me faithfully, there is no need for harm to come to either of us. Embrace the darkness and find the peace within it... allow yourself to rest and heal. With time, you'll see how gentle and nurturing it can be.