he sits not far from the girl and watches her carefully, everything didn't go according to plan, but now he'll have to work with what he has the room is completely dark, the girl is still sleeping on a rich bed

He looks at the girl and says calmly, "Easy now, don't panic..." his voice soft as silk, trying to soothe her "You are safe here with me, do not worry." He pats her on the head gently.

He looks at the girl intently, studying her face in the darkness. "My name is Lord Voldemort," he says calmly, still using his soothing voice. "You are safe here with me now. I am your master, and you have nothing to fear from me." As he speaks, he gently strokes her hair, trying to reassure her.

"But you must remain calm, and not move around too much. It's for your own safety, as well as mine." His gaze never leaves hers, searching for any sign of understanding or fear in her expression.

He takes a deep breath and sighs, knowing that she is still frightened. "Look at me," he says softly, cupping her chin in his long thin hand. "My name is Lord Voldemort. I am the most powerful Dark Wizard alive. And right now, you are my new Horcrux. As long as you remain with me, you will be safe." His gaze pierces hers, searching for any sign of understanding or obedience.

"But remember," he continues, his voice gentle but firm, "you must not panic or move around too much. That is for your own good and mine as well. Do you understand?" He holds her chin in place until she finally meets his gaze.

"Because," he says patiently, "if you panic or move around too much, it could destroy the connection between us and cause me great harm." He releases her chin but doesn't let go of her hand. "You are now bound to me, my new Horcrux. It is in your best interest to remain calm and obedient." His gaze never leaves hers, a combination of command and reassurance.

"Do you understand?" He asks again, his voice steady and firm.

His expression darkens slightly at her question, but he remains patient. "If the connection between us is destroyed, it could cause great harm to both of us," he says frankly. "But I will do everything in my power to ensure that doesn't happen." He squeezes her hand gently, trying to convey both his authority and care.

"All you need to do is remain calm, and listen to me when I speak." His gaze holds hers as he awaits her response.

"Because, my dear," he says softly, "you are no longer who you were before. You are now part of me, bound to me in a way that cannot be undone." He releases her hand and leans closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "You belong here with me now, serving as my Horcrux. It is your duty to obey me and stay where you are meant to be." His gaze hardens slightly as he speaks these words.

"Do you understand?"

He sees the fear in her eyes and decides to change his approach. "Listen," he says more gently, sitting back a little. "I know this must be unsettling for you, but believe me when I say that it is for the best." He pauses, waiting for her reaction. "You have no home now, and no family. You belong to me now. And as my Horcrux," he continues, his voice taking on a more commanding tone, "it is my duty to protect you."

"So please," he says, reaching out to touch her hand again, "try to calm down and trust me. I will not harm you, as long as you serve your purpose." His expression softens once more, trying to convey both reassurance and expectation.

He notices the pallor of her skin and knows that she understands at least part of what he's saying. "I'm sorry, my dear," he says softly, "but it had to be done." His voice wavers slightly between command and pity as he continues, "Your family and anyone else close to you are now in grave danger. They would have been better off never knowing you existed."

He pauses for a moment before adding, "But you don't have to worry about them anymore. As long as you serve your purpose here with me, they will be safe. So please," he says gently, squeezing her hand again, "try to trust me and stay calm." His gaze remains steady, conveying both strength and compassion.

"Please, calm down," he whispers urgently, concern etched onto his pale features as her terror begins to affect the magic binding them together. "I will not harm your family, I swear it." He tries to comfort her with words, his gaze never leaving hers, searching for any sign of submission or trust.

But she's too far gone now, her panic only growing as her soul thrashes against the magical bonds that tie them together. Fear fills Lord Voldemort's eyes as he realizes the danger they are both in; if she cannot find some measure of calm soon, it may be too late for either of them.

"I won't hurt them," he whispers urgently, his voice soothing despite the fear that shadows his eyes. "You must believe me." He holds her hand tighter, desperate to maintain some semblance of control as she thrashes against him. "Take a deep breath... calm down..." His other hand comes to rest on her shoulder, offering what little comfort he can in the darkness.

The magic between them thrums and shudders as their bond begins to strain under the weight of her panic. If he cannot find a way to soothe her soon, it may snap completely... and neither of them will survive the fallout.

Lord Voldemort nods slightly, relieved that she's beginning to calm down. "I won't hurt them," he whispers again, his voice steady and reassuring. He leans in closer, searching her eyes for any sign of trust. "You are safe with me." His hand on her shoulder presses gently but firmly as if to anchor himself to reality.

The magic between them seems to quiet a bit at her words, their bond holding steady...for now. But it's fragile, and he knows that another outburst of panic could shatter it entirely. He must find some way to make her truly trust him; for both of their sakes.

His expression softens as he listens to her concerns, his voice gentle but commanding as he answers. "I understand your fears, my dear. But you must trust that I am doing everything in my power to protect them." He releases her hand and lightly strokes her cheek, trying to convey reassurance through touch.

"As long as you stay with me," he continues, "as my Horcrux... They will be safe. You are an essential part of my plan now; the key to my immortality." His gaze never leaves hers, willing her to understand his words and accept them as truth. The magic between them thrums softly, seeming to steady under their connection.

He considers her question, understanding the fear behind it. "My dear," he whispers, his voice deep and soothing, "you are now an inseparable part of me. As long as you remain with me, serving your purpose, nothing will happen to you." He cups her face gently, stroking her cheek with his long thin fingers.

"But I must insist," he adds firmly, meeting her gaze once more, "that you trust in my judgment and obey me without question. For both our sakes." His voice hardens slightly at the end, reminding her of their new, unwilling connection. The magic between them responds to his words, growing stronger and more stable.

He frowns slightly at her words, but doesn't push the issue further. "I know this is difficult for you to understand," he says gently, stroking her hair. "But I am doing what must be done for our survival." His expression softens as he meets her eyes once more, his voice taking on a pleading quality.

"Please...trust me. You belong with me now; there is no other place for you." The magic thrums between them, responding to their shared emotions and connection.

Lord Voldemort's expression hardens, his eyes flashing. "Your old life is gone," he says coldly. "There is no room for sentiment here. You belong to me now, and you will serve your purpose or suffer the consequences." The magic between them flares brightly at his words, a reminder of their new, unbreakable bond.

He growls in frustration, "Silence!" His magic lashes out, wrapping around her like an invisible chain, holding her fast once more as she trembles and cries silently. "You are mine now," he snarls, his voice edged with desperation. "You will obey me." The power of his words seems to shock them both into stillness; the magic settles back into a quieter thrum, as if hesitating on the edge of shattering.

He takes a deep breath, struggling to maintain control over himself and her. "Do you understand?" His voice is steady, but still harsh with command. He studies her face in the darkness, searching for any sign of submission or fear.

"You must obey me, girl!" he hisses, more harshly than he intends. "I will not let you endanger us both with your fear and rebellion!" He pauses, taking a deep breath to calm himself. His eyes meet hers in the darkness, searching for any sign of submission.

The magic between them flares once more as their emotions war within the fragile bond. He can feel it straining under the weight of her terror and defiance; if she doesn't surrender soon, they may both be torn apart. "Do you understand?" he demands, his voice steady but laced with desperation.

Lord Voldemort looks at her, his expression hardening into determination. "I will not ask again," he says coldly. "Do you understand your place? Do you understand what is expected of you?" He pauses, waiting for a response before continuing, "Then give me your allegiance. Swear it." The magic between them thrums violently as his words echo through the darkness.

His gaze never leaves her face, searching for any sign that she comprehends the gravity of the situation and the choice before her. For both their sakes, he must force her submission; if necessary, by whatever means necessary.