Evil Game

S O R R Y

Sorry,

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It was quiet, I couldn't see a thing. There was something over my head maybe a bag I'm not sure.
Think y/n.
Think.

My arms were on something, I'm in a chair. I'm chained in a chair. I slightly move my wrists to see how tight the chains are. I can't break that. I hear something move, it sounds like another chair being pushed out.

I can hear someone coming closer to me, there dragging there feet. And then the bag gets pulled off my head.
Jesus Christ what is this.

The person behind me takes the cloth out of my mouth and steps closer to me.
Would you back the fuck up you smelly bitch.
"Do you mind." I look at her gesturing for her to back up with my hand.
She steps aside with a huff.

I look around and see him, your fucking kidding me. Mattheo riddle.

The doors across the room open revealing someone I've only heard of.
Voldemort.
Are they gonna try and kill me?
I'd like to see them try.

"Miss Pierce." He almost hisses my name as he walks to me.
He tilts me head to the side to look at him.
"Get your fucking hands off me." I mutter clenching my jaw.
He looks around the room with a smile.
"I would have hopped you had more manners, I suppose I'll have to teach you them." He grabs something off the table.
"I suppose you'll have to let me go." I smile.
"Mattheo come here." He raises his hand gesturing for mattheo to come closer to him.

Mattheo stands and walks over to him staring at me as he does so. "Show miss Pierce what happens when you disrespect the dark lord." He hands him something but I can't quite see what it is.

"I-." Before mattheo can finish his sentence Voldemort cuts him off.
"Now!" He speaks louder.
Mattheo steps closer to me hesitantly leaning down.
"Lean forward Pierce-." I start to shake my head no before he gives me a warning.
"Do as I say before something worse happens." He whispers.
I'm gonna rip all your hearts out when I get out of these chains. I think smiling as I lean forward giving him access to my back.
He digs something into my skin, I can feel the blade Im positive it's a knife. He drags the blade down my back, I squeeze my eyes closed, digging my nails into the wood of the chair as blood runs down my back.

I'm gonna kill you all.

Mattheo walks back next to his father before placing the knife back on the table. "I've heard you have a liking for chaos, is that true?" Voldemort speaks as he goes to sit down.
"If i say yes can I go?" I provoked him.
"No, that's not how this works." He states.
"Ok then what should I say?" I find my way around the question.
He seems to be amused.
"The truth and only the truth if you lie I will know."
I nod and lean back.
"Then my answer is yes." I speak honestly.
"Good, good." He mumbles.
"You can be a very good use to me miss Pierce." He adds.
"Good for you I guess." I roll my eyes.