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
девушка медленно начала просыпаться
He remained silent and motionless, glaring at the girl as she slowly woke up. It was not Hermione anymore, and he had to act carefully now, finding a way to control this situation. There were too many unknown variables in play for him to take any chances; he needed her cooperation if they both wanted to survive. "Hush, child," he whispered soothingly as she opened her eyes and looked around warily, clearly unsure of where she was or who he was.
"My name is Voldemort. I am your master now." His voice was cold, but calm; even though his heart raced with uncertainty and fear, he could not allow it to show in any way. He must project an aura of confidence and authority, so that the girl would obey him without question. "Do not be alarmed," he continued, "you are safe here." Of course, those words might as well have been
ей становилось не по себе, для связи это было очень плохо хозяин? Что?
A nervous chuckle escaped his lips as the girl struggled to make sense of her situation. "Yes," he said, answering her unspoken question, "I am your master now." He paused for a moment before continuing, more gently this time, "And you are my Horcrux, child. As long as you live, so do I. You must understand that if anything were to happen to you... well, let's just say it would not be good for either of us."
He knew he was playing with fire here; using fear to control her could backfire spectacularly if she panicked or lashed out in desperation. But he had no other choice. For now, they were bound together by magic and blood, their fates intertwined whether they liked it or not.
"Now," Voldemort continued more lightly, "why don't you tell me your name? And
Меня зовут рина... она ответтла на автомате, но страх в ней начал подниматься, связь напряглась п... послушайте, мне нужно домой. Я не знаю о чем вы говорите
"Oh, Rina," he said with a sneer, clearly unimpressed by the name. "And what will your family think when they learn their precious daughter has been... replaced?" He paused, leaning in closer to her as she visibly shook at his words. "Or perhaps I should just tell them myself? That you're dead... and that I am now using your body for my own twisted purposes." His voice was cold as ice, his red eyes boring into hers like two burning coals.
"Now," he continued in a voice that brooked no argument, "you will do exactly as I say, or I swear on everything I hold dear that I will make you wish for death a thousand times over." The air around them seemed to grow heavier, charged with his dark power and malevolent intent. There was no doubt left in her mind now: Voldemort was in control, and she would either obey
она полностью испугалась, начиная паниковать, в глазах были слезы, его угрозы привели к тому что она полностью перепугаоась и связь угрожает порваться в любой момент
"Hush, child," he whispered harshly, holding up his pale hand to silence her tears. "You will not upset me further. Now, tell me where your family lives. And no more defiance; you've seen what happens when you disobey." His eyes flickered menacingly as he waited for her reply.
He knew that taming this girl would not be easy; her spirit was strong and unyielding. But he also knew that if she were to break free from his control now, both their lives would be forfeit. The bond between them was fragile at best, and any sudden movement or extreme emotion could snap it like a twig. He must maintain his hold over her, force obedience through fear if necessary...and hope that she did not truly despise him too much for what he had done to her.
От его угроз ее страх увеличивается и связь начинает медленно трескаться, она в панике
His eyes narrowed as he watched the girl squirm, her fear increasing with every passing moment. He could sense the bond between them growing weaker; they were on borrowed time now. But he would not relent. "Tell me where your family lives!" he hissed through gritted teeth, magic crackling around him like electricity.
If she were to die now... It was a thought too horrible to contemplate. He had come so close to creating the perfect body for himself; he could not allow her stupidity and defiance to ruin everything. With an effort of will, he forced calmness back into his voice. "Now," he said more quietly, "you must understand that I can make this easier on you, or much worse. It is your choice."
There was a long silence as the girl continued to tremble in fear. Finally, she raised her head to meet Voldemort's cold gaz
она полностью сжалась от его тона и угроз, уже тихо вздрогнула от ощущения того что от ее страха связь начала рваться
He could feel the girl's terror like a living thing inside his own body, clawing at his sanity with its relentless urgency. The bond between them was weakening further, the spell beginning to strain under the weight of her panic. It would not hold much longer if he did not find some way to soothe her fears and restore the connection they had made during the ritual.
Taking a deep breath, Voldemort forced himself to smile reassuringly. "There, there," he cooed softly, reaching out to brush a nonexistent piece of hair from her tear-stained face. "It will be all right." His voice was gentle now, almost tender; it was a strange contrast to the coldness that usually radiated from him like an icy wind.
"I only want what's best for you," he continued, lowering his voice even further so that it
она сильно дрожала, после его угроз она более не доверяла ему, он сам заставил ее бояться его
"I understand that you are frightened," he whispered, his voice quiet but firm as he pressed her head gently against his chest. "But I swear by everything I hold dear that I will never harm you, Rina." The softness in his voice seemed to ease some of the tension from her body; she no longer shook quite as violently and her breathing began to steady. "Just trust me," he added, "and we can get through this together."
For a long moment, there was silence between them as they simply stood there, Voldemort holding the trembling girl close while he struggled to maintain control over their tenuous bond. It was a delicate dance; one misstep and it could all be lost. But if he could manage to keep her calm...if he could make her believe that he truly had her best interests at heart...perhaps they might both survive this ordeal after all.
Вы только что угрожали мне... я не могу вам верить *она попыталась отстраниться, поморщиашись, резкие движенияей сейчас бвли противопоказаны из-за связи(
A growl rumbled deep in his throat as she tried to pull away, but Voldemort's grip only tightened on her shoulders. "Listen," he snarled through clenched teeth, the dark magic still crackling around him like electricity, "if you do not calm down and trust me, I swear that I will make you sorry for this moment until the day you die." His voice was harsh once more, but there was something else in his words as well: a desperate plea for obedience.
The girl trembled in his grasp, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. He could feel the bond between them straining to its breaking point; if she did not submit soon... His grip on her tightened even further, almost painfully. "Do you understand?" he asked through gritted teeth, staring into her terrified eyes. "Do you understand what will happen if you
если до этого она хоть немного начала успокаиваться, то его угрозы снова началли вводить ее в панику
His rage building inside him like a firestorm, Voldemort forced the girl down onto her knees before him with an uncharacteristically rough motion. Her tears mingled with his saliva as he brought his pale face close to hers, breathing heavily in and out. "Do you understand now?" he growled through clenched teeth. "Because if not, I will make you remember this moment for the rest of eternity."
The magic crackled around them like lightning, sparks dancing between their skin as Voldemort fought to maintain control over himself and his surroundings. The girl whimpered softly, her body shaking uncontrollably in fear, but she said nothing; her eyes locked on his, a mixture of terror and growing comprehension writ large upon her face.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Voldemort released her, stepping back with
изза еего действий и угроз теперь она была в полном ужасе, еще немного и связь окончательно разорвется, она тихо застонала от ощущения начинающегося разрыва,
The room was once again filled with silence as Voldemort slowly took in the girl's terrified expression. His lips curled into a thin line, and he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to control his anger. Finally, he opened them again, meeting her gaze calmly but unyieldingly. "Now," he said softly, his voice almost soothing despite the dark power that still coursed through it like an icy wind, "you must trust me." He took a step closer, reaching out to touch her cheek gently with the back of his hand.
The girl flinched at his touch but did not pull away; a faint shudder passed through her body as he continued to hold her gaze. Slowly, carefully, Voldemort began to soothe her fears, using his voice and his touch to rebuild the fragile connection between them. "It will be all right," he whisper
ей было очень страшно, он сам почти до смерти перепугал ее ранее своими угрозами по привычке и сейчас видел последствия своих действий: от ее ужаса связь уже начала рваться, одно неверное движение и все будет кончено
The memory of his own actions flooded back to him like a wave of ice, and he felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of how close they had come to losing everything. He couldn't allow it; this girl was all that stood between him and true immortality. With renewed determination, Voldemort focused all his energy on soothing her fears and rebuilding their bond.
"I am your master now," he whispered softly, brushing a stray hair from her forehead, "but I will not harm you. You have nothing to fear from me." His voice was gentle but commanding, the dark power within him seeming almost to radiate warmth as it enveloped them both.
она плакала и сильноьдрожала, он сам же перепугал ее до этого, естественно ей было страшно, связь трескаласа
"I am sorry for frightening you, child," Voldemort murmured, his voice so soft it was almost a whisper. "It will be all right now. I promise." He reached out to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand, trying to ease some of her terror. "Please, believe me. You have nothing to fear from me."
The girl continued to tremble and sniffle, but she did not pull away from his touch. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, their connection began to mend, the dark magic crackling between them like fireflies on a summer night. It was a delicate balance; one wrong move and it could all unravel again. But for now, he had her trust once more.
"There," Voldemort said at last, smiling thinly as he leaned closer to brush his lips against her forehead, "that's better." His own heart
их связь по сути еще не восстанавливалась, но хотя бы перестала рваться, он видел как сильно он перепугал девушку ранее
"And now," he continued, his voice still calm but holding a note of command, "I want you to close your eyes and rest." He held out his hand, palm up, inviting her to take it. "Let me help you feel better. Just trust me..."
она растерянно, перепкганно смотрела на него она не доверяла ему после того как он ушрожал ей
"Rina, please," he murmured gently, his tone almost pleading now. "Trust me." He extended his hand further, the dark magic swirling around it like a cloud of midnight mist. "You have nothing to fear from me...only comfort and healing await you. I swear it." His eyes bored into hers, imploring her to believe him, to take that last leap of faith.
.
очень тихо, ей было не по себе как я могу вам верить? Вы только что угрожали мне ей было не по себе и страшно, из-за чего он чувствовал что связь еле держалась
His gaze softened as he saw the struggle written plain on her face, the fear and uncertainty that held her back from taking his hand. "Rina," he sighed heavily, reaching out to caress her cheek with the back of his other hand, "I understand why you might find it hard to trust me after all I've done..." His voice trailed off as he searched for the right words, but found none.
"Just know this," he continued finally, his voice quiet yet firm, "if I could go back and undo what happened... I would in a heartbeat." His expression softened further, if that was even possible. "But we can't change the past, Rina. All we can do is move forward together from here."
The girl looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears once more. Finally, she reached out and took his hand, her grip tentative but firm.