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'd have to calm her down again... softly, slowly... He leaned in towards her, his cold breath barely brushing across her cheek as he spoke a few soothing words to try and ease her fears. "Shhhh, my dear," he purred, "There is nothing to be afraid of here..." His long fingers stroked gently through her hair, his touch almost unnaturally cold. "You are safe now... just rest..."

The girl's terror was almost palpable in the air, making him shudder slightly despite himself. "Please, child," he whispered softly into her ear, "you must trust me. You are safe here... I will not harm you..." His touch, though cold, felt almost comforting as it caressed her skin, trying to soothe away the fear and panic that raced through her veins. "Rest now... just rest..."

"Shhh, my dear," he murmured into her ear, his words barely audible even to himself as he spoke them with such gentle care. "There's nothing to worry about... I'm Lord Voldemort. You've been a part of me for some time now... and together, we are unstoppable." His pale hand stroked her cheek, the long, skeletal fingers cold as ice but somehow comforting. "You just need to rest... let go of your fears, and trust me..."

He smiled then, a terrible, predatory smile that made him look almost human for a moment. "Don't you want to be my secret weapon? My prize?" The way he spoke sent a shiver down her spine despite herself. "Don't you want power beyond your wildest dreams?"

His eyes glittered in the darkness, burning with an intensity that was

Lord Voldemort sighed softly, his breath brushing against the girl's skin as he leaned back in his chair. "I am sorry, my dear," he murmured, his voice once more holding that deadly calm. "But you cannot leave this room. Not until I say so." His fingers drummed idly on the armrest of his chair, and for a moment, she could have sworn there was something else there--something slithering and sinister.

"Now," he continued, voice still honey-sweet despite the threat beneath it, "you must decide. Either you trust me... and embrace your destiny as my Horcrux..." His pale hand gestured vaguely toward her. "...or I must make another choice." The predatory smile curved his lips again. "And that other choice may not be so kind to you, my dear."

The air in the room

"Shhh, now," Lord Voldemort cooed, his voice low and soothing as he stroked her hair again. "There's no need to be afraid. You are safe with me... together, we are invincible." His free hand extended slowly toward her, the long fingers curling gently around one of hers. "I can give you power beyond your wildest dreams... eternal life as my Horcrux."

His gaze bored into hers, unyielding and unforgiving. "But only if you trust me, child." A chill ran down her spine at the cold pressure of his fingers on her own. "Do you trust me?"

A low growl rumbled deep in Lord Voldemort's throat as she pulled away, her terror sending shockwaves through their tenuous connection. "You force my hand," he hissed, his eyes burning with an inner fire. "If you cannot trust me... then there is no choice."

With a casual wave of his hand, the room exploded into blinding light. The girl cried out in pain as she forced her eyelids shut, trying to shield herself from the agony. "You see?" Voldemort's voice was cool and cruel. "This is what happens when you defy me."

Slowly, he rose to his feet, his pale fingers flexing impatiently at his sides. "Now," he continued, pacing menacingly around her, "you must decide... will you trust me... or face the consequences?" His eyes flicked meaningfully toward the door as