tom riddle: interviewing them as a criminal psychologist

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you sit in the sterile and unwelcoming conference room of azkaban. opposite of you, bound in restraints charmed with magic, was your infamous subject, a death eater. his eyes, although guarded, held a dark curiosity as he observed you. the electric tension between the two of you was palpable.

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he leans forward, his voice smooth and cold, betraying nothing of his true thoughts. "so, you're the one here to 'assess' me, are you?" he asks, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

the air feels heavy with the weight of the atrocities he has committed. "ask your questions," he drawls. "i'll play along if only to amuse myself a bit."

you take a moment to observe his demeanor. he is playing a role, putting on a facade of confidence and nonchalance. he is testing you, trying to see how much you know and how much you can handle. you know you have to tread carefully.

"tell me about yourself," you say, keeping your voice steady. "your background, your beliefs. i want to understand what made you become this way."

his expression remains stoic, but his eyes flicker with a hint of amusement. "you really think i would share my darkest secrets with you?" he asks, his voice dripping with the coldness of winter.

he leans back in his chair, the chains rattling as he moves. "do you truly believe you can understand me? that you can unravel my complex past and the beliefs that drive me?"

you hold his gaze, refusing to be intimidated. you know this is part of his game. he wants you to back down, to give up. but you are determined to keep going.

"i'm here to listen and understand," you say firmly. "i may not agree with your actions, but i want to understand the motives behind them. perhaps, in some small way, even empathize with you."

he studies you for a moment, his eyes boring into yours. you can almost see the gears turning in his mind, calculating how to respond. finally, he speaks, his voice still cold but with a hint of something else, something you can't quite place.

"you're either very brave or very foolish," he says, his tone almost mocking. "but i suppose i'll humor you. ask your questions, and i'll decide if i'll answer them."

you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what is to come. "let's start with the basics then," you say. "how old were you when you first got these... thoughts?"

he doesn't answer.

you wait for a moment, but he remains silent, his expression closed off. you lean forward, your eyes meeting his.

"come on," you say, a hint of challenge in your voice. "i thought we were going to play along. can't you even give me this small detail?"

he smirks, his eyes flickering with a hint of dark amusement. "oh, i am playing along," he replies, his voice low and taunting. "i just find it entertaining to watch you squirm a bit. but fine, since you're so desperate to know, i'll tell you."

you lean back, bracing yourself for what is about to come. "go on then," you urge, your pen poised over your notepad.

he leans forward, his demeanor shifting. the cold, calculating facade melts away, replaced by a sly, almost seductive smile. "it's not the when that matters, it's the why," he says, his voice lowering to a near purr.

he shifts in his seat, the chains rattling against his movements. his eyes roam over you, taking in your every feature, studying you as if you were a piece of art to be dissected.

you try to stay focused, to not let yourself be swayed by his sudden change in demeanor. but there is something about the way he looks at you, the way he speaks, that makes your heart skip a beat. you can see him trying to manipulate you, to distract you from the truth with his words and his gaze, yet you can't help but feel a strange attraction to him.

he chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "you didn't think it would be this easy, did you?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. "did you honestly think you could just come here, sit with me, and pull my darkest secrets out of me like pulling teeth?"

he leans back in his chair, stretching out his arms as far as the chains will allow. the muscles in his arms strain against the taut fabric of his clothing. he exhales a deep breath, his eyes still locked on yours. "no," he says, his voice a velvet rumble. "if you want to know my secrets, you're going to have to... work for it."

you bite your lip, trying to suppress the shudder that runs down your spine at the sound of his voice. you know he is trying to toy with you, to make you feel off-balance, but you can't deny that he is having an effect on you.

he smirks, noticing your reaction. "are you nervous, y/n?" he asks, his eyes dancing with dark amusement. "is my presence making you... uncomfortable?" he leans forward again, his voice dropping to a whisper. "or maybe... excited?"

you hold his gaze, refusing to let him see how his words are affecting you. "that's not going to work with me," you say, your voice steady. "i'm not some foolish girl that can be charmed by a few pretty words and a couple of bedroom eyes."

he laughs, a low, taunting sound that sends shivers down your spine. "oh, y/n," he says, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "you are so naive. do you honestly think i've only got a pair of 'bedroom eyes'? i have so much more to offer."

you were so captivated by him and his presence that you didn't even realize he was calling you by your name, even though you had never told him or introduced yourself.

he leans forward, his eyes locking with yours. "i have the power to make you forget who you are, to make you crave things you never thought possible. if you're not careful, i'll have you eating out of the palm of my hand before you even realize it."

you swallow, feeling your resolve start to falter. he is good, you have to give him that. he is playing you like a fine-tuned instrument, using every tool at his disposal to break down your defenses.

he leans back in his chair again, a satisfied smirk on his face. "look at you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "you're crumbling already. i can see it in your eyes, in the way you bite that lip of yours. you want me, don't you?"

you grit your teeth, hating the fact that he is right. you do want him. something deep inside of you is drawn to him, despite knowing exactly who he is and what he is capable of.

he chuckles, studying your face with his piercing gaze. "you know, i can practically hear you thinking," he says, his voice low and smooth. "you're struggling, aren't you? fighting your primal instincts, trying to keep yourself in control. it's futile, y/n. i know how to unravel you. just give in."

you shake your head, trying to snap out of the spell he is weaving around you. "no," you say, your voice unwavering. "i won't give in. i know what you are, i know what you've done. i won't let you manipulate me."

he laughs again, the sound sending a chill down your spine. "such a stubborn little thing," he muses, leaning forward once more. "but i like that about you. you're defiant, and that just makes me want to break you even more."

he leans back in his chair, his eyes roaming over you like a predator sizing up its prey. "i could make you mine, you know," he says, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "i could make you beg for me, make you crave me in ways you never thought possible."

you feel the heat rising in your cheeks as your body reacts to his words. but you refuse to give in, to let him see how much he is affecting you. "you're delusional," you say, your voice strong and steady. "i would never want a man like you."

he smirks, unfazed by your rejection. "oh, don't be so sure, y/n," he says, his voice laced with dark amusement. "you have no idea what you want, what you're truly capable of. i see the desire in your eyes. i can hear it in your voice."

you open your mouth to protest, to deny his accusations, but he cuts you off with a flick of his wrist. "ah, ah, ah," he tuts. "let's not lie to ourselves now. we both know i'm right. you're just too proud to admit it."

he leans forward again, his eyes boring into yours like daggers. "i see into the darkest corners of your mind, y/n," he says, his voice a seductive growl. "you think you can resist me, but i'll break you down, layer by layer, until you're begging for my touch."

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