Chapter 1- Torturing the Prisoner with my Lips

I was downstairs torturing the poor souls who went against the Dark Lord. Daddy usually kills them or hires someone to kill him; His followers. But everyday he goes on killing traitors, he brings home a few younglings for me to torture and kill. I had climbed on top of my victim named Sean or at least that was the name I gave him. I had a knife in one hand and in the other I had my wand; incase things got out of hand. I had tied him to the chair quite tightly. The chair was like a dentist chair you could say, the ones that let you recline back. This guy was one of the ones who yell and scream "Go ahead kill me see what I care!!" Or "Do you even have it in ya? Huh you can't kill me you little girl!" as he struggled to get free of my unpryable clutches. I just smile in glee as I slowly bring the knife down traveling throughout his body. I had already stripped off his shirt, body flat nothing to special about this guy, 'sept his hair he had some Slytherin pride to it, green, black and some specks of silver. I thought as I ruffled his hair. The knife was slowly and painfully seeping into his skin, blood spattering everywhere. He then stopped screaming "Do it!" and starting bawling his eyes out. I laughed my menacing laugh, and smirked.

"I loooove your hair, it brings out your eyes!" I said. His eyes were a brown with a hint of fuchsia. My little comment made no sense as his eyes were hard to spot hair covered where ever his eyes were meant to be, and I finally saw them when I stopped ruffling his hair. I pulled out some scissors, giggling as I cut his hair making it the way I wanted it to be. Short. So I could see his facial expressions when I killed him. I smirked again.

"Please, please don't kill me! Oh please, please, please! I beg of you, I have never done stuff that I wanted to!" He wailed. I cocked my head as I examined the knife I was cutting him with seeing his blood drip down onto his unclothed chest. "Please! I have never had a child! Or had sex with any girl! In fact I've never even had my first-" I wiped the bloody knife on his arm hair and looked back up. He stared at me oddly as his cuts bled. "First kiss!" He whined.

"Aw poor little slytherin! Wa-wa! I want everything. Blah blah!" I mocked him, giggling in the end. He looked completely serious. Didn't I owe him a last wish or something? Maybe since he is a Slytherin just his first kiss for the last moment of his LIFE! I laughed in my head. I sighed aloud, "Fine, since you're a Slytherin I give you a little chance. If you get my question right, you get your first kiss BY ME. If you don't, you die without any wish at all. If you don't want to risk anything, go ahead." I said sliding the knife down my pants a bit, so he wouldn't be able to steal it and stab me to death. I grabbed his arms and put them above his head, "What are you thinking?" I asked getting somewhat annoyed with a non answering Sean.

"Wait; are you the Dark Lord's daughter?" He said tilting his head a bit, I sighed again, getting bored with this subject. I nodded. "The kiss." He answered simply. I thought out what I could give him as a question, a smirk came across my face.

"What is my age, am I older or younger than you?" I knew his age, 17 barely got out of getting himself killed. I was 16. 18 year olds have their own place to decide, if they stay with us we have a new follower, if not they die. I squeezed his wrist that I had cut earlier, he was in thought.

"You.. are.. um younger." He said sort of confidently. My face fell, dickhead!

"Correct-o." I said my smirk peeling away as his face lit up. It's not everyday a guy gets to kiss Rachel Riddle, let alone see her. I slowly went down giving him a slow but soft kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth right away without MY permission. He was a good kisser; he could have been lying about never having a first kiss. One of his arms got out of my grip and went down to my ass, groping it making me feel like I wanted more. I got up from the kiss breathless. He was smirking giving my ass another squeeze. I heard a cough and looked up at the up the stairs close by to see Malfoy standing at the landing his arms crossed and a pissed off face on him. I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think your father would be too happy to hear you're playing tonsil hockey with the prisoners." He said looking down to the guy I had. "He can't be better than me."

"Ugh you're just mad that I won't even touch you inappropriately. Don't tell daddy. Please Draco!" I pleaded. He just shook his head no.

"No can-do, princess." He said sticking his tongue out at me and wiggling it sexually. I gave a disgusted look and turned back to Sean. I heard him leave, threw the door. I pulled out the knife.

"The Draco Malfoy?" He question like he was his idol.

"Yes. The new king of all." I said rolling my eyes sticking the knife up to his jugular vain, bored with this kid. "Bye-bye Sean!" I giggled; giving him a slow final kiss as I sliced through his neck. I laughed as I began to cut up his body.

"Rachel! Could you come upstairs, NOW?" My dad called from upstairs. I walked up the stairs pouting because I was missing the last part of the death. I gave him a small smile, he didn't smile at all. He barely ever smiles. I mean the Dark Lord smile? Nahh.

"Yes? I'm needed why?" I asked a little mad at them for ruining my fun downstairs. Stupid Malfoy was right next to him.