Sly Fox

12

Sophie's pov

I woke up in a dark room. 'W-Where am I?' I grunted. Pain rushed through my body. 'W-What happened?' I tried to stand up but I seemed to be chained to something. 'Don't move, or it will eat you.' An ice cold voice spoke from the corner of the room. I heard low, breathing. A large monstrosity was sleeping behind me. I was chained to it. 'You know, I really admired your mentor.' I looked up, unable to speak. 'Too bad he's dead now...' A tall slender figure stepped out of the shadows. 'Hello, Weasley.' I froze in place. 'Voldemort.' He slowly walked towards me. 'I don't really appreciate what you did back there.' He sighed. 'You know... That Malfoy boy was really precious to me. He was really... helpful.' I frowned. 'W-What do you mean?' He snickered. 'You don't know do you...' He came closer and closer. 'He doesn't love you. It was all an act.' He said with a sharp tone. 'He knew you'd want to help him. Poor girl...' He grabbed my face, I was unable to move. 'He purposely made you remove the tattoo. So I could find out your location.' He grinned. 'Love really is blind...' I was furious. 'You're lying.' I said, feeling tears welling up. 'Ahah. You're just afraid of the truth. I spit in his face. 'Nice try, Riddle.' He backed away from me. 'Dare to call me that. I'll kill you.' I grinned, which only seemed to make him more frustrated. 'If you wanted to kill me I would be dead right now.' He agitatedly stomped on the ground but he quickly calmed down. 'How pathetic.' He scratched my face with his sharp nails. 'Draco is a really good actor. Do you really think he loves you?' He... He is lying... 'But that aside. I didn't send him on this mission without a reason. You'll be part of a ritual. Have fun enjoying your last hours, Weasley.' He evaporated into a dark mist. And I was left alone.