Professor Riddle's favorite

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No one escapes his anger, he says it's my fault. Once again forced to watch him unleash his anger on a soul, I numbly watch the unrecognizable man still begging for his life. His pleas are pointless, his words air in hell created by a man with a greater purpose, his pleas are addressed to me but I do not listen.My emotions turned off, I watch. “Where is her hiding place?” His clothes coated with the man's blood, his leather gloves creaking as he tightens his grip on the iron pole in his hand, his wand in his pocket that cannot fulfill his cruel needs at the moment, he wants to feel it, the suffering of the man, calming his lust like a vampire looking for blood. The man tries to talk but his split lip prevents him from forming words, the only thing that is clear is that he has no idea where Hermoine is and is not responsible for the fact that she is now in hiding. The ministry took her away when they knew her plan failed, I laugh by my thoughts that her future as an auror is shorter than she hoped, but knowing Hermoine she leads the others from a distance now , her intelligence is no less than that of the man she wants to start a war with. And if Hermoine wants war you will get it, she will not rest until she has won, but she faces a bloodthirsty man who is not afraid of death and can make truth of his words, kill her before my eyes and then spit on her cold dead body before walking away.My loyalty is to him, to Tom, the Dark Lord, but how much of that loyalty remains when Hermoine is the victim of his wrath. I squeeze my eyes shut as he once again takes it out on the defenseless man, his screams pounding in my head, looking for emotions, looking for pity, empathy, scared by my own lack of emotions, wondering if that piece of soul is in the ring on my finger until i open my eyes and see the sweaty man standing above the motionless body and know that the emotions are there when I look at him.He crouches as he drops the pole to the ground, the sound loud in the silent room, out of breath he wipes his forehead with the back of his glove. "Someone has to know where she is." He turns his head "If you're lying to me and know where she is you'll end up worse than him." He rises, the gloves tight around his sweaty hands that he tries to free. I look at the man, full of life an hour ago, taken from him by a psychopath in search of a nineteen-year-old girl who can jeopardize his plan. "Why isn't anyone else from the ministry after you?" Speaking my thoughts out loud, I look at him, he laughs "There is a group that wants to do just that, but they are too afraid to do it, especially because there are followers working within the ministry, but your friend can't let it go and decided to continue on her own ,with the group of morons she recruited." That sounds exactly like something Hermoine would do, I chuckle at the thoughts, not unnoticed. "Do you think that's funny?" I roll my eyes and follow him through the corridors under the castle, Nagini meets us on the way to her food.His back wet with sweat, his muscles pumped up by all the force he has exerted, his pace fast, his hunger for blood not yet satisfied, he turns around. “Are you working with her?” The dimly lit hallway makes his lust visible,  i know what he is capable of, what he can do, I have tasted a fraction of his anger, unable to kill me but his restlessness makes him capable of seriously injuring me. "No, but I can do that."His grin calms me down, I lift my head to make eye contact as he approaches me. "I have taste, tell me, how are you going to do that?" Closed between the wall and him, my index finger runs over his sweaty chest, my eyes look at him through my eyelashes, I bite my lip. "I tell them that I have realized what kind of monster you are, that I ran away and am afraid of you, through Ginny I will eventually end up with Hermoine, they will hide me too."The back of his hand brushes my cheek. "But we have to do it carefully, Hermoie is smart, don't underestimate her, I will give hints to Draco, contact Ginny through him, slowly get away from you and eventually end up with Hermoine, but it will take time."He pushes his body against mine, his arms stretched out against the wall, the blood from his blouse soaking into my dress, his sweaty face against mine. "This isn't the time to make me horny." He pushes his crotch against my stomach, he laughs, his voice vibrates through my body. "Don't disappoint me and prove your worth."My finger hooks in the waistband of his pants ,using my body as a weapon again. "Arrange that Draco can come near me soon without it being noticed and I will manipulate him as I have learned from the Dark Lord." I pull him closer to me, his erection palpable against my stomach, no longer afraid of his anger, once again in a semblance of safety. “Just like my body manipulates you.” his hand slides over the wall, his teeth bared, my eyes closed as his hand slides over my cheek to my breasts. "Your body?"His hand slides along my body, his other hand accompanies him, his hands under my legs and without effort he lifts me up after which I wrap my legs around his waist, my back still against the cold wall, my dress soaks through just like his blouse. Despite the cold, sweat forms on my body, the candle above my head illuminates his face enough for me to see him. "My body, claimed by me, shaped for me, no one will ever be able to please you like i do, no one will ever feel your tight pussy around his cock, no one will wipe away your tears like me as I bury myself in you, no one." My eyes still closed, I push my hips forward, feeling his erection through his pants against my underwear. "always so needy, are you going to make me proud?"I open my eyes, his fingertips push into my leg. “Proud is putting it mildly.” My hands slide over his blouse, one by one I open the buttons, my finger slides over my initials on his chest, the blood from his blouse smeared on his skin. "I will show you that you have less control than you think, that you underestimate me, until you feel the emotion of fear, fear of my independence, fear of losing what you have claimed."my tongue sliding over his lips "You realize that my words yesterday were the truth, I will let you rot in Azkaban as soon as you can no longer fulfill my needs." His fingers press harder into my skin, my hands over his chest, my hips pushed forward. "oooh you're going to regret it, you're going to regret that you created this, the devil you let me become and as you said yourself, the devil belongs to no one."My hips rock against his erection, my head against the cold wall, my clit stimulated. “My submission for my own pleasure, my tolerance for my own lust, my neediness fueled by your presence.” A moan leaves my mouth as I pleasure myself. "Show me that you've claimed me, prove it, fuck me like the submissive whore you say I am."a familiar feeling building in my stomach. "And give you what you want, never." His fingers leave my legs, my feet touch the ground, my dress falls back over my legs, his erection pushes against his pants. "Fine, then I'll finish it upstairs." without looking back I walk through the narrow corridors, up the spiral stairs, despite his inaudible steps I know he is following, in battle with his ego, my obsession discovers a new taste, the taste of manipulation, my body my weapon, as the needy whore he claims I am while he eats the forbidden fruit over and over again. "I'm having deja vu, you're following me again." My foot on the last step, his hand pushes me into the library of the castle, the hidden door closes. "Can't you wait anymore." He takes a seat on my favorite chair, his legs spread, his hands clasped together, leaning against his mouth. On my hands and knees, I let my hands slide in front of me, my ass in the air, my head up looking at the man on the chair. "awh do you want a show? Can't you resist, afraid that i can do it just as well as you? so insecure?" His silence sounds like music to my ears, I slowly crawl towards him. "Do you want me to beg? do you want control?" My lip pouted, my hands touch his ankles, my hands slide up to his upper legs. "Do you want me to choke on your cock and beg for air?" My hands slide back to my own body, my finger hooking in the straps of my dress as it slides down over my shoulders, exposing my breasts. "Or would you rather carve into my skin and fuck me afterwards while you look at the damage you've done?" My hand over my own breasts, the other sliding to my clit. "Do you want me to thank you for taking care of me, thank you for saving me? Or are you already afraid?" My finger rotates over my sensitive spot, my words through light moans. "Afraid that I have found your weak spot, afraid that I am really able to separate myself from you."He leans back in the chair. "Do you want me to make you beg for my cock? Do you want me to be afraid that you will tear yourself away, are you getting bored? All you have to do is say so and I will make sure you don't get bored until you betray your own friend for me"He leans back forward, looks at me and grins. "All the freedom you have is because I give it to you, I gave you the power you feel over me and I can stop it any time I want." I remove my hand from my clit and wipe my fingers over his lip. "So one of us is lying, but who is it?"I lean forward on my knees. "We'll find out later, but for now I'm willing to beg if it means I get my way."He stands up, his body shadowing mine. "Oh you will beg, if Draco sees you tomorrow your lies must be believable, you must look like you have realized what a monster I am, I will help you with that and you will thank me."