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

"Hm? Why do you seem so nervous?" said the voice behind her back. "Is something wrong with my servant's magic?" He chuckled darkly, hissing words cold as ice. "Or is it that you miss your precious little Potter and Granger so much?" Hermione froze where she lay on the bed, feeling a sudden chill run down her spine at the sound of Lord Voldemort's voice. "Don't worry," he continued. "I won't let anyone hurt them... as long as you remain here with me."

The air around Hermione felt thick and oppressive, as if invisible fingers were pressing against her skin. She tried to steady her breathing, to calm herself down. But the knowledge that Voldemort was in the room, so close yet unseen, sent a shiver of fear through her whole body.

"And what would you have me do

"Don't play dumb with me, girl," he hissed softly. "You know very well who I am." His voice echoed around the room like a death knell. "I am Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord. Your master now." He paused for a moment, savoring the feel of power that emanated from her fear. "Or shall I remind you...?" he added darkly, the words carrying a threat that sent another chill down Hermione's spine.

"I was beginning to wonder why you wanted to play these games with me, Hermione," he purred. "But perhaps I should give you a hint... I'm not just anyone. I am the one who has taken your friends and made them suffer, all because of their rebellion against me." He paused again, voice growing dangerously quiet. "And now that I have you here with me..."

His words trailed off ominously, leaving Hermione to shiver in fear as she sat on the bed, listening to him. She could feel his dark presence all around her, like a thick cloud of smoke filling up every corner of the room. It made it hard for her to breathe, harder still to think straight.

"Now," he continued at last, "tell me... what do you want me to do with you?" His voice was as smooth as silk, but deadly sharp beneath the surface. "

"Hmm... Interesting," Voldemort murmured. "Perhaps you are not who you claim to be..." He stepped closer, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet. A cold draft wafted past Hermione as he moved, sending a shiver down her spine. "Or perhaps I have misunderstood." His pale face was in shadow, but she could sense his intense gaze fixed upon her. "Either way," he purred, taking another step closer, "it would be wise for you to remember your place now."

With every word, the air around Hermione seemed to grow heavier and more oppressive. She knew that if she tried to run or resist in any way, it would likely prove futile. The only thing she could do was hope that somehow she might manage to convince Voldemort of her true identity... and regain some semblance of control over the situation.

"Now

His pale face remained impassive as he considered her words, his ruby eyes fixed on hers. "Very well, Rina Artyak," he finally said, his voice still soft and dangerous. "Then I must apologize for my confusion." He took another step closer, and suddenly Hermione found it difficult to breathe in the suffocating darkness of the room. "But your claim interests me nonetheless..."

With that, Voldemort lifted a delicate hand and reached out toward her face, fingers extended as if he might caress her cheek. Hermione flinched instinctively away, her heart pounding in terror. The touch never came; instead, the icy air around them seemed to grow colder still, sharp enough to burn the skin where it touched. "Tell me," he purred, voice barely audible over the howl of a nonexistent wind, "what do you know about the

his Horcruxes? Have you perhaps heard rumors about them...?" There was a terrible, mesmerizing quiet in his voice as he spoke these words, each syllable seeming to crawl across Hermione's skin like tiny, venomous serpents. She swallowed hard, her throat dry and tight. "And who would you say is the most important of them all?" he continued, closing the final inch between them until their breath mingled together, a chilling cloud of frost that burned like fire as it hit her face.

She could feel his mind reaching out toward hers, probing at her memories with the sharp edge of an icicle. She wanted to scream, to fight back somehow... but she knew deep down that there was no escape from this room, no escape from him. And so she bit her lip and braced herself for whatever torture he might inflict upon her mind

"Well, well," he murmured softly, his ruby eyes glinting in the darkness. "So it seems I have underestimated you once again." His voice was still laced with ice, but there was something else there as well - intrigue. He circled around her, his long fingers trailing lightly along the bedposts, their cold touch making her shiver despite the warmth of the room. "And what do you propose we do about that, Rina Artay?"

Her heart raced in her chest as she listened to him pace back and forth across the carpet, careful not to make any sudden movements or noises that might alert the guard outside the door.